After over one hundred days I looked back at my old poetry thread and noticed it was...broken. As such, I am now opening this one instead. I just have two poems right now but please, please tell me what you think of them.

Quote:

Improvisation The stage is set; your costume donned The spotlight is focused; your audience awaits Appearing takes an eternity; your footsteps leaden with fear Why is this so hard? It’s just as you rehearsed Reality is harder; a constant drama improvised Just go through the motions, like you’ve done before The spotlight fades as you’re plunged into darkness Memory takes over; you’re blind to the present She’s crushing your possessions and dreams Despondent in hatred and rage You scream at her with malicious fury Why do words come now? She is storming out of the room now Slamming the door in tears You lash out at thin air How do you know what to do? It’s just another drama, but unprepared Don’t think of what’s to come Flash forward to the present Disappointed groans go unmasked Behind you colleagues curse in annoyance One gets ready to fight, another breaks down The farce is gone; reality returns You know what to do

Quote:

Insomnia Gone are the hands of exhaustion That grapple me through the night No sense of time nor need to be I flourish in the dark For thought does not exist In the blissful realms of night I do not worry nor wish to sleep As the darkness takes me Not weary do I wish to be As the darkness leaves the night Not break of dawn nor peace of morn From darkness can entice me But doth the sun rise with no regard For my fading grasp of night? Not power of man nor strength of heart Can save the waning darkness And yet the sun doth rise above Encompassing dwindled night Not power of man nor strength of night Hath saved the waning dark Piercing day and throbbing norm Replace the gentle night Not brilliant light nor harshest sound From slumber can awake me

Excuse the olde English in the second poem. I'm just starting to see why classic poets used it!