I'll do the poem you can do the title

 
The God of poetry
spoke in whispers
bade my fingers to write  
word by word by word
line by line by line
 
And every night  
the poems came
hungry for the page
an army of verses
marching through dreams
word by word by word
line by line by line
 
Poems pleading for life
to cast their spell with laughter  
caressing sadness and tears
in sunshine and in rain
the poems of my years
word by word by word
line by line by line