Is That Poetry Poem by Kevin East

I miss my mother.
And being loved.
Maybe it's gone forever,
That feather
To brush the heart.
Someone caring,
Not playing a part.
Daring
To feel.
To spin the roulette wheel
And call fate's bluff.
Please tell me
Is that poetical enough.

I miss my lover
Need her to smother
Me
In her lipstick kisses.
The arrow
That hits or misses.
Tears are laughter
That reminisces.
Joy in a mist.
Who can resist
That spell.
From a wand
Dipped in a wishing well.
And a puff
Of smokey blue.
Oh please do tell
Is that poetical enough
For you.