This is not my usual style, it does not speak the volumes of dark material in which I usually place emphasis on, other than that the stops and pauses are not my thing either, even though this has a sort of rhyme pattern it is still free verse, all of my works are, this one is also in its raw form, meaning I haven't done any editing, haven't touched it at all, therefore I doubt it'll be a decent example of my poetry, but it is my most recent therefore on hand so I don't have to go digging through my documents.

Midnight, ah the sound of the clock tick ticking down,
Sprinkling its music upon the town;
Daytime, no eternal bliss upon the crowded streets
With their bustling feet and conversation like rapid drumbeats;


The rising moon casts a tranquil light,
Not harsh like the sun that impairs sight;
Silence fills the traveler's ear
As he fruitlessly struggles to hear;

But silence speaks louder to me
Than the buzz of conversation and frivolity;
Perhaps I am the only one
Who longs the night and dreads the sun;

Perhaps I'd be better within the confines of my home,
Curtains drawn and all alone;
But I refuse to wonder why
I am so drawn to the night sky;

Very nice.

I especially related to this:

Silence fills the traveler's ear
As he fruitlessly struggles to hear;

But silence speaks louder to me
Than the buzz of conversation and frivolity;

I like it! Especially the part Joc mentioned above.

Thank you I appreciate that a lot!

Lovely. Gaining more courage to post some of my poems!

Nice... I like it

Ditto