How can I learn, unless a teacher teaches?

I sincerely wish to have everyone's critique on these poems. How is the subject received? How do they make you feel? How is the style? Help me learn correct punctuation. I take everything into consideration, re-work them, and save them in my personal folders. Every comment is greatly appreciated!! Please help.

In Sync

I long for you

as I revere in Natures' truth;

The faithful sun,

the rivers' course,

and the gazelle

in the young lions' mouth.

I ponder love

and ask you of your hope;

The words proclaimed,

the ways of man,

and of parting

in the end of lifes' embrace.

My need for you

as it grows beyond my heart;

The flesh desires,

the soul refreshed,

and hands hold

in existing faith.

I declare to you

as life follows the law;

The light for day,

the drink for thirst,

and passion

in silhouette of Natures' truth.

        ~~~

 The Seasons

Spring brings birth, and re-birth

Of beauty, with hope.

Summers' heat dries, and withers

Thirsty souls, in despair.

Autumn has revelations, and shows

Splendid colors, to delight.

Winter conjures, and entwines

Cold fingers, for remorse.

To each season, there is a time,

And all mankind must work the harvest.

          ~~~

The Apocalypse

An offbeat Feast for Heathens,

With beatniks beating drums,

And spouting beatitudes of creative works,

Won't defeat the hoof-beats sounding in the night;

The Apocalypse is coming!

Overheated arguments among all,

With treatment focused on education.

Permeating society with 'Political Correctness'

But, I shan't travel the way of the unsheathed nay-sayer;

The Apocalypse is coming!

Weathercasters predict fair skies,

With an aleatory contract to breathe.

Small bleating sounds unnoticed by most,

But ears attuned to hear, will not be deceived;

The Apocalypse is coming!

Will one be saved in the grind,

Unaware of future events at the door?

Will crying be exchanged for the festivals?

Yet, there is hope, for those that have learned;

The Apocalypse is coming!

        ~~~~ 

The Breaking

Where is the reaper,

so I dare transform my agony upon his sickle,

and dissolve the myth of burdensome lies

hung upon the horns of a desecrated altar?

Declare the sanctity,

of un-kept vows; "Whether thou goest, I will!"

Prove the lack of faithfulness is bland

while Pandora refrains the giving of hope.

How may I adjoin,

the border of Hades and bliss,

except I delve into the far reaches of Death

and dress in the clothes of insanity?

I am utterly lost!

I will bathe in Styx for comfort,

seeking respite from your adulterous ways,

and false proclamations of love.