Attempt at poetry

Thoughts flutter through her mind,
Resting on her palm when she is still,
Distracted by other things,
Flying away when she moves to catch them.
They know what happens to captured thoughts,
Wings held still, eyes peering at their bodies,
Until their spark of life is extinguished,
And the thought loses all it's beauty.
So here are the words I scribble down to try and capture this image/idea

(#) is the number of syllables in a line, [part of speech] is the type of word the line starts and ends with
(6) [noun] Thoughts flutter through her head, [noun]
(9) [adjective] Resting on her palm when she is still, [adjective]
(7) [adjective] Distracted by other things, [noun]
(10) [adjective] Flying away when she moves to catch them. [noun]
(8) [noun] They know what happens to captured thoughts, [noun]
(10) [noun] Wings held still, eyes peering at their bodies, [noun]
(10) [preposition] Until their spark of life is extinguished, [verb]
(9) [conjunction] And the thought loses all it's beauty. [noun]
This is me trying to analyze the poem, see what sort of tricks with words I want to preform to make the poem prettier

(8) [adjective] Random thoughts flutter through her mind, [noun]
(10) [adjective] Resting on her palm when she is tranquil, [adjective]
(10) [adjective] Preoccupied by some other matters, [noun]
(8) [adjective] Flying off to evade capture. [noun]
(8) [noun] They know what happens to caught thoughts, [noun]
(10) [noun] Wings held still, eyes peering at their bodies, [noun]
(10) [preposition] Until their spark of life is extinguished, [verb]
 (8) [conjunction] And it looses all it's beauty. [noun]
Me editing the poem one step at a time. First, making the number of syllables per line harmonious (trying to use the existing pattern from the second half).

(8) [adjective] Random thoughts flutter through her mind, [noun]
(10) [adjective] Resting on her tranquilly ignored palm, [noun]
(10) [adjective] Preoccupied by some other matters, [noun]
(8) [adjective] Flying off to evade capture. [noun]
(8) [noun] They know what happens when caught young, [adjective]
(10) [noun] Wings held still and peered at voraciously, [adjective]
(10) [preposition] Until their spark of life is extinguished, [verb]
 (8) [verb] Discarding all the beauty beneath [preposition]
Now trying to make a pattern of the types of words beginning and ending each line. Again, kinda following the patterns established in the scribble, just refining everything.

Then I thought about trying to put all this in some sort of organized petameter or actually making this shit rhyme, and promptly gave up.

Random thoughts flutter through her mind,
Resting on her tranquilly ignored palm,
Preoccupied by some other matters,
Flying off to evade capture.

They know what happens when caught young,
Wings held still and peered at voraciously,
Until their spark of life is extinguished,
Discarding all the beauty beneath

So, end result. Conclusion: A poet is not I. I don't think I actually improved this much, and apparently I'm too lazy to be a "real poet". I should probably stick with scribbling...