Caps, caps, everywhere but here
No period given and no cares given
This prompt has got me driven
I'm going to write my best poem of this year

Free of fear but not of sin,
I hit submit, and I am in.

This really put me in the mind of the opening movement of Mahler's first symphony, which has the direction "Wie ein Naturlaut," which kind of means "as if spoken by nature." It certainly doesn't get as bombastic, but the sentiment is there. Structurally, I'm less sure what to make of it. It has no meter or rhyme, but it's grouped in such regular and similar-sized lines/stanzas that it sure makes it look like some sort of structure was intended, though I can't figure out what that is.

Very good mood piece, and it makes me feel calm to read it.

An eponymous poem about an eponymous poem. I hope that level of meta was intended, since it's clever. It even rhymes more than the form is required to. Not much to say about it, as it's a straightforward thing with no hidden meanings, but it was fun.

If I take "towards" as two syllables (most Americans don't), then the syllable count is constant per line. So kind of a meter, but there's no regular rhythm to it. Slightly like a villanelle in that there's a repeated motif in the closing line to each stanza. A few language slip-ups like using "bless" instead of "blessed." A few of the rhymes are stretches, more obvious in written form than if heard.

As to meaning, it's certainly entreating people to help out those less fortunate, but the narrator is even more motivated to because he's been one of the less fortunate himself. Not bad.

I had trouble figuring out what was going on here. Some omniscient narrator talking to mankind? It seemed like it might be an alien tour guide, but then some of the language seems to be welcoming back humans who hadn't been there in a while. I also can't tell whether the speaker is deriding humans for their fallacies and illusions, or is praising them for bravely taking on the trials of living. overall, somewhat confusing.

As I understand it, the subject is at first a poor student who subsists on and works at fast food while attending school to learn gourmet cooking. Then the "fast to slow food" shows that progression. Then the "slow to fast food" isn't a regression, but I'm not sure what it means. Just that it's still fine cooking but he's getting better at it so it doesn't take as long? Or maybe just a commentary that some lowbrow foods like bacon would be "cook on fried ingredients" that do get used in highbrow cooking? The last stanza is fine enough if people couldn't get the meaning from the first two, but it does risk restating the obvious without adding anything new.