I have trouble writing poetry but decided to try.
Featherweight Sky
Subsumed in the universal tide,
Her hair flowing and twining in small
torisons.
Her pinions reach above the frothy waves,
chaffing against the salt.
The vagrant, his etherized eyes clouded
forms an emulsion of crabbed thoughts.
Her body rises, a tug from the stomach
holding her against the ethereal, featherweight sky.
Arctic Silver 
And you said you weren’t good. That’s amazing!
It’s not really “good”. But it’s amazing for poetry by me. 😉
Keep it simple, my friend. You don’t want readers to rush for a dictionary. Write from your heart.
This was an exercise to use some of my vocabulary words that will appear on my English final. But, yes, I see what you mean (:
Nice work. anyone who doesn’t have trouble with poetry is writing uninteresting poetry.
True… Hey, you just changed my whole outlook on poetry! 😀 And thank you for stopping by my blog!