I have to write poems for English class, and I was wondering if this poem of mine could be considered an ode. Also, if it's not an ode, what type of poem would you classify this is (other than a couplet)?

Phoenix Flame

A flawless image of scarlet and gold,

The phoenix is a sight to behold.

Brilliant plumage and soul of flame,

Its fiery wings put jewels to shame.

Ebony eyes blazing with flair,

Blinking tears of timeless despair.

For the phoenix is not a blissful ideal,

Seeing the world as a tragic ordeal.

Eternally reborn from somber ashes,

Appraising the world in mournful flashes.

The phoenix knows this can't exist,

The world is weak and won't persist.

So the phoenix ignites its infinite blaze,

To clear the world of its violent haze.

The flame is bright and sears the mind,

The cosmos sees the mistakes of its kind.

Its thoughts are cleared, its senses restored,

The phoenix envisions a life of accord.

So the phoenix commends the new-found sublime,

Illuminating the world, alight for all time.

-Veronika Chac, 17