type of poetry

the rain was over, and the brilliant air
with the sunset
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
she burst fierce wine
a pen of steel
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
as it
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
sadly speaking
noises that strive to tear
the sun is up
at midnight
so lost
there's one that i once loved so much