Eimear

Hello! Let me be one of the first to say welcome to YWS! It's great you've joined, hope to see you around for a long time to come. Just before ...

Hello! Man....this was good. Haven't read a good poem like this in ages. You did a heck of a lot of things right by this. Firstly, the subject matter is ...

Tiny steps from midnight into dawn, have made patterns in my mind, a hundred million times. I see them left behind, steaming in the morning as I go, like a ...

This was good, I can't really give much criticism as it seems pretty free verse. The language was good- for the most part, sometimes in trying to make it flow ...

Hey Jon! Sorry I haven't been very active lately with reviewing your poems, or other people's for that matter, my poetry hasn't exactly been easy to write lately, and thus ...

Use Somebody- Kings of Leon

The embers of sunlight are fading in my eyelids and through this witching hour of half etherized sleep-- I see little orbs of black floating in the amber. Those mines, ...

And a more recent one! Apologies for the double post!

Just to jump on the bandwagon, here's two of me.... One when I was younger, I think that's an ice cream in my hand- it was in camp.... Before I ...

Hey, how's it going? Firstly, I want to thank you for posting this. If anything, I feel more educated on the subject of Tourettes. I didn't know what it was ...

Haha- Go us! *Smiles proudly Major Catholic Win....for once!

Here I go, again. Slipping down to the bottom, of dull feeling, at the warm pit. Another relapse, again, into you. I wouldn’t be so sorry to be sick, If ...

Bedazzled Caught like a deer, standing in headlights, that’s what you did to me, one of those nights. Late in the summer, early in our lives, after I met you, ...

What if all the burning what ifs where never born, or no one noticed that Mona Lisa looked forlorn? If April was the cruellest month, or if we didn't gaze ...

In speckled gutters and wet avenues, In blank faces of winding café queues. Bleeding through the cobbles of the street, It follows, carried in policemen’s feet. In the folds of ...