Poetry of a Non-poet

Ok, so I am taking a poetry writing class....One thing that I am finding out - - - I am not a poet. However, for the delight of anyone who reads this, I will post the ones I have written thus far:
My very first poem, ever -

            About a Peacock Feather

Cerulean seduction of blind night

She flows tauntingly – a moth to light.

His emerald iridescence

Drawn by her grace and elegance

Cares not of potential sin,

While she battles turmoil, within.

Feather-soft whispers erase all doubt

As she bends to temptation without

A thought to the one at home

Who waits in silence – alone.

Now, an exotic, earthen scent

Belies her alibi of intent.

Ambrosial ashes – taste of rage

Nothing less than death can assuage.

Now, three are still, no more to sigh

Hauntingly portrayed by an unblinking eye.

Yep. not the best poem in the world, but at least it rhymes, sometimes... ;)