Life is tons of discipline. Your first discipline is your vocabulary; then your grammar and your punctuation
I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.
I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.
Oh, come forth into the storm and rout And be my love in the rain.
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.
Poetry is play. I'd even rather have you think of it as a sport. For instance, like football.