What Turns It Into A Poem

I wish to be a poet So I keep writing poetry Without knowing any technique Nor I know anything about it So I blindly use words rhyming At the end, in the middle or beginning But slowly I learn though it enhances its sweetness But hampers the way blossoming the theme So I need a shift which I take And turn to tell truths By virtue of their convictions They become books of logic or philosophy But they never become anything like poetry Again I need a change which I take And set to use figure of speech Then, they become ‘’This is like that That is like this ‘’ Again I need a change quickly which I take Since then at every point I keep changing Like a river And let emotions flow like water Still I wonder If they turn into a poem Or remain a stream of gushing murmur.