Title: Poem
Author: Isilwen Elfwine.

1, 2, 3. The words slip out so easily,
They roll from my mind, onto the page.
Though the words might at first jumble,
Make a nice phrase.

Created by my brain,
It's really quite insane .
How those many words flow,
To make a nice picture that creates a poem.

Paper, pen, these things you'll need,
Along with some creativity.
To make a sonnet or Haiku,
But what comes out and is made it's all up to you.