Wolf

Silk rope hung round his neck
Touches residual
Teen stubble

Maybe it’s from the Wolf
Spiders inhabiting
His bathroom

But I forget myself;
Wolf Spiders do not
Produce webs

They would not be strong
Enough to support me
Anyway

This was pretty interesting, but I don't really understand who the "me" is in this poem, and I think that's what's throwing me for a loop. Who is "me?"

Anyway, I like your choice of wording here in general, and it manages to be pretty strong for such a short poem, which can definitely be hard to do. In general, I liked this. Sorry for this exceedingly lame review.
Keep writing,
StoryWeaver

Hello there!!!

First off, welcome to YWS! I hope you like it here as much as I do. If you've got any questions, feel free to ask and I'll help you out in whatever way that I can! Now, on to the poem.

The first thing I noticed about this piece was its structure. I can tell that you took the time to organize this poem. I love how the first two stanzas are similiar in that they have the same number of syllables in their first, second, and third lines. The last two lines sort of lost that structure, and I missed it. Not to say that they were bad; they just didn't have the same structure as the first two, which sort of threw me off.

I am a little bit confused about the meaning of this poem. I'm not at all sure who the subject of the poem is and what it is supposed to mean. Perhaps you're a poet who prefers to write pieces that aren't supposed to be understood clearly but rather to leave the reader a little confused. I'm actually a fan of that sort of poetry, so that's probably why I like this piece.

All in all, I really like this piece! Keep writing!

-Rose

It is me, the writer. It's about planning a suicide and then realizing lamely that I cannot follow through.

I started this as if it was going to be someone else. That's the boy, the stubble, the noose; I was going to make it about a character. That character, described in third person, was really going to be an allegory for me. But then, as I wrote, I realized that his chosen method (hanged by spider-spun rope) was implausible, and unconvincing. Instead of changing it, I got disheartened and finished the poem by saying it wouldn't even be worth all the worry to write this overwrought character representing me, because I don't think I'd ever be able to do what I had planned for him originally.

I could have written a super-emotional work about depression and suicide and death, but I realized that suicide doesn't work like that. I don't want to die. I wouldn't write something glorifying it. So, I wrote something that started to get really into it, and then backed out last minute.

Because, in my own experience, depression is like that.

Judging by the confused replies, I don't THINK it worked. Maybe the piece could have used a bit more development before I made the switch, and that would have left a greater emotional impression. Maybe I should have flat-out stated what I was thinking, like I did above, or maybe I should have finished it all through the original character's eyes. I don't think I'll change it now; I think I'll let myself move onto something fresh, and keep my errors here in mind.

Also, creativityrules: thank you for noticing my structure! I picked a short, snappy, and slightly paranoid-feeling meter on purpose. It's all 6 syllables, 6 syllables, 3 syllables. The only variation is the third-to-last line, which has 5. It still has three poetic "feet" (they | would not | be strong), like the rest the 6-syllable lines, but maybe the 1-syllable difference is more noticeable than I thought...

Anyway, sorry for the enormous post. Thank you so much for the criticisms and suggestions; I'll keep this stuff in mind, and I'll definitely make an effort to be clearer in the future.

P.S. I really do have a serious Wolf Spider infestation in my bathroom. It's getting colder out, and they all want to come inside...but they're really kind of freaky.