Lemme see some poems, preferably ones that you have come up with. I'll start with one I wrote way back in high school, but somehow still remembered it a decade later.
"Winter in a Graveyard"
I know that some would think it queer
to love the grave this time of year
with the gently falling wisps of snow
covering those we used to know
some would find this sad and dreary
erasing those who we knew dearly
but I like to think another way
and I do hope the snow does stay
atop the graves to give them hush
from the living world's noisy rush.