How can i turn my short essay into a poem(read this)?

Question:Ring ring, ‘is everything alright’.
Woooo-woooo cars moved to the side,
Knowing and wondering if there were injured people inside,
With a long halt the cars came to a stop, all knowing the man wasn’t going to survive, it just wasn’t right.

i tried to add bull to it but it seems so fake and rhymy
i also wrote this..

Ring ring rinnng, ‘is everything alright?’.
Woooo-woooo cars moved to the side,
Knowing and wondering if there were injured people inside,
With a long pause the cars came to a stop, all knowing the man wasn’t going to survive, it just wasn’t right. AT that moment nothing was said just the image of the glass all over and around his now lifeless corpse.. “We tried to save him we did we did “ but everything wasn’t alright.

but that was just plain stupid....
help me turn it into more of a poem type of thing please.

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: Ring ring, ‘is everything alright’.
Woooo-woooo cars moved to the side,
Knowing and wondering if there were injured people inside,
With a long halt the cars came to a stop, all knowing the man wasn’t going to survive, it just wasn’t right.

i tried to add bull to it but it seems so fake and rhymy
i also wrote this..

Ring ring rinnng, ‘is everything alright?’.
Woooo-woooo cars moved to the side,
Knowing and wondering if there were injured people inside,
With a long pause the cars came to a stop, all knowing the man wasn’t going to survive, it just wasn’t right. AT that moment nothing was said just the image of the glass all over and around his now lifeless corpse.. “We tried to save him we did we did “ but everything wasn’t alright.

but that was just plain stupid....
help me turn it into more of a poem type of thing please.

Hi! Actually what you wrote first is just fine. It is valid, legitimate poetry, and not that bad. It has a number of the basic elements of poetry in it. In the first line, you don't say who is speaking: poetic, mysterious. We know it is you, but maybe not. The ring, ring and the wooo, wooo are in parallel to each other: poetic and onomatopoetic (the words sound like what they mean.) Knowing and wondering: parallel and poetic. I may be reading into it, but "knowing and wondering" create a mystery - I would say, a poetic mystery. Why? If you know, then you don't wonder, and if you wonder, it is because you don't know. But in poetry, you can do both, because you are not bound by the strict logic or prose, and you can play and "paint" with your words. Also, it doesn't have a lot of extra "prosey" verbiage. So that will allow it to fit into the poetry genre just fine. It ends with a very short clause: "it just wasn't right", following a longer clause. So what you have done is bring your POEM to a screeching halt, just like the cars, creating another word picture. Cool! You have written a poem, whether you know it or not. And I think the reason you don't know it is because you are probably somewhat of a natural poet (and don't know it). Ha. It's a poem, and you can't rewrite it because you just wrote it. You wrote, and this is what came out. Also, the subject is power-packed, and lends itself to poetry. I think you wrote a poem, and you should let it stand just like it is, and love it for what it is: your unique creation, like a baby, your baby. Now go on and write some more!

Poems can be deceptively difficult and yet simple at the same time. I was looking through my stuff, and I found a poem that's seems (to me) a little like yours. I'll include it below, and you can see it, so you have something to compare and contrast with.

butterfly and bee

once bee buzzed by the lilting butterfly
tiny wings afire with his speed
aiming for his garden target
rifling along in his usual haste
butterfly was darting up down and sideways
as if suspended on a string
and pulled about by a drunken puppeteer
bee had thought of speaking a warning
to local pedestrians those operating
in a different time frame than he
he had tried to say watch out move over I’m coming
but he got no farther than waa
waa and by that time he had come and gone
and all that someone like butterfly
would hear was waa nnnnnn and so
bee wondered about his early warning system
perhaps he’d buzz louder – one of these times
there’d be some collision – traveling ninety
leaves per moon drop is a very very fast pace
and butterfly always slow to take notice
would hear the waa nnnn’s from time to time
tilt a wing and turn to see who’s zipping by
to see mr tiny-yellow-and-black-dot vanishing
into the faraway but he really didn’t care
something else was on his mind. there
was something else he’d been thinking about and
he’d merely forgotten what it was so
he turned and floated, turned and hovered
capturing the glance of the sunshine
upon his wings reflecting it
into my eye

Ring ring ring, ‘is everything alright?’.
Woooo-woooo cars moved to the side,
Knowing and wondering if there were injured people inside,
With a long pause the cars came to a stop, all knowing the man wasn’t going to survive, it just wasn’t right. AT that moment nothing was said just the image of the glass all over. stay in my head. I try to think how could are nation come to such a sight. i know this is not that good but it is all i cound think of

It rang once, and the 911 operator asked
"What is your emergency?" I hesitated as
Cars moved left and right coming to a stop
All knowing a man was dead, and to the
Operator I said "We tried to save him! We did!"
Nothing is right now, it's not my fault, but it's in
My memory of seeing a dead man I couldn't save.