Who Looks Too Hard For Poems

Who looks too hard for poems never finds them.
A myriad of verses uncreated
Eludes aspiring scribes whose hubris binds them
To wrestle words that won’t be syncopated.

A myriad of verses uncreated
Will taunt the poet overly-ambitious
To wrestle words that won’t be syncopated.
Those budding stanzas, seemingly propitious

Will taunt the poet overly-ambitious.
What most propels the poet into madness? 
Those budding stanzas, seemingly propitious.
Initial jubilation turns to sadness.

What most propels the poet into madness
Eludes aspiring scribes whose hubris binds them.
Initial jubilation turns to sadness.
Who looks too hard for poems never finds them.