Awful poetry

I was digging through my old blogspot hosted blog, where I said I intended to write some poetry, six years later I've only written two poems and looking back on the they read awful ...

In the corner of my eye,
Past the narrow window space,
In front of the muted industrial background,
A clean pure white cloth,
Punctured with a blood red circle,
Dancing in the cool autumn wind,

Too much clichéd words and generic imagery  .... ugh
My second effort isn't too good either ...

Time is never a factor
When you know somebody you thought you knew
Who's actions turned out a different shade and hue

Simple white mindful expectations
Erupted by silently broken rules
False hope held by the vehement hands of fools

Encircled by a self inflicting pain
Blind to the fiery cold truth that...
Past and present are not the same

It sounds like random ranting !