If you like puzzles this style of poem is fun to make.

It is generally written in iambics but could be any metre.

you need six main verses of six lines and at the end a three line verse which sums up.

The words do not have to rhyme but the end words follow a pattern which forms a spiral.

ABCDEF, FAEBDC, CFDABE, ECBFAD, DEACFB, BDFECA (BE/DC/FA)

Here is one I wrote some time ago -

This modern world is over-filled with sounds:

Layer covers layer. Then the ear

Becomes too tired to absorb the weight.

For everyone, it seems, must now compete.

The art of conversation has been lost.

So who can listen now? Whose voice is sweet?

A little baby's babble or a singing bird is sweet

Still: these are Nature's sounds.

They have not fallen silent or been lost.

Their joyfulness delights the tender ear.

Their freely offered notes do not compete.

Their hearts are light, they have no need of weight.

The thinking mind imagines it has weight.

Only the heart-felt thought is truly sweet.

But people use their voices to compete:

The air becomes a battlefield of sounds.

This tragedy befell the human ear

As ego rose and modesty was lost -

That jewel which adorns our soul was lost.

Thought, now, is measured by expressive weight,

An open marketplace pursues each ear

Trying, by wily means to sound as sweet,

As dear to us as all of Nature sounds

Where there is no more pressure to compete.

This modern world has taught us to compete.

But many gentle souls are feeling lost:

Their inner ears still searching through the sounds:

Trying to sift for subtleties in weight

And measure, to delineate the tone that's sweet

Enough to open out that inner ear,

To hear some words which nourish without fear

or trepidation, where nobody need compete

With others. There, in treasuring what's sweet

To voice, we might hear subtleties we've lost

Throughout this Age of striving to give weight

And depth of meaning to mere sounds.

But the listening ear knows that nothing is lost,

No-one needs to compete, for the soul has no weight

And all voices are sweet in the realm of pure sound.