My poem is a Dickinson mimic. It has a rhyme scheme of ABCB... Please read comment, and suggest your changes.
Today was a stormy day,
Dark clouds bellowed in the sky.
The corpse was a resting sloth,
The smell of flesh hurts the eye.
As bones sink into dirt --
Shedding tears, we remember.
A black rose grows out of the skull --
Like the coldness of December.
Lifted by angels, saved from fiery pits,
A possibility of eternal life.
Nowhere, no one ever knows,
Because there is a strife.
Today was a stormy day,
Dark clouds bellowed in the sky.
The corpse was a resting sloth,
The smell of flesh hurts the eye.
As bones sink into dirt --
Shedding tears, we remember.
A black rose grows out of the skull --
Like the coldness of December.
Lifted by angels, saved from fiery pits,
A possibility of eternal life.
Nowhere, no one ever knows,
Because there is a strife.