New here,

[Geo1982]

Hey, I don't know if what i've been writing for a while is considered poetry? My grammer isn't spectacular but I get by. I just thought i'd share two little writings with you guys that I did recently. Perhaps I can get some feedback on them?

#1

You woke up, a very deep sleep. Grey had become beautiful, such a static color.
Remarkable how thoughts flow through me. Expressions, not so vivid in your eyes.
I slowly woke up to face this day, my thoughts all but silenced now. I felt you near.
I tried to remember everything I had forgotten, memory is powerful not perfect.
Something about today is curious. I think I’ve seen it this way before? Remember?
When hours skip by, do you realize you’re tired again? Where is your life?
Sometimes you tend to see around me, looking for things you’d wish not see.
Yet tonight, grey comforts you, Static and unreliable at best. It comforts you.

#2
This path is long, it’s narrow and repetitive. I wouldn’t walk it without you.
How did you remain clean in mud puddles? Where’s your dirt?
It wouldn’t be bad if we found you out, I sometimes choke on your words.
Silver was your night, Gold was your day. These colors suit you, perfect some way?
Bumps can make you fall, but do they make us human? You've questioned this I know.
Remembering days with smile, now you wear crosses, hiding wounds.
That chill down your back was anything but real, Though you can’t grasp real.
No, for you this path stays long, You’ll stay here until you get it wrong.


any good?

[ampoule]

I think they are quite good.
Welcome Geo.

[Geo1982]

Thank you x 2.

[Geo1982]

Just finished this,

#3
Will your days offer surprise? Perhaps a glimpse of the unseen, the never was?
Talking with your tongue tied, such an unusual skill. Smiling frantically at prospects.
Would you wish on stars and believe it to be true? Do you wish anymore?
The deepest sense of urgency in times of memories lost, retracing steps forward.
The brightest smile seen belonging to your twin, it’s time to unlock doors.
Have your years become short, and your numbers long? Slowing time, rediscovery.
The promise you make, the promise you keep. Forever staring at ceiling thoughts.
Alone now accustom not feeling the fear, You will age 3 by the end of the year.

again, punctuation not the best.

[PrinceMyshkin]

Formally, no, they are not poems but rather prose poems, and would be better set up that way. That is, without these line breaks that do not add very much in the way of emphasis. But they are evidence of a reflective and poetic mind. And for that, I appreciated them. Welcome.