StoryWeaver13

***An improv., like most of my poems, so not very good. Either way, please comment, and I'll return the favor. ***I rememberA willow treeToo tall for little me to see.Her ...

Lil’ Fish Island was a strange lil’ place,With skies of sapphire blueAnd water so clear that it seemed a reflectionOf the heavens above reigning true.Here the fish weaved through cattails ...

***A little improv. poem for a school assignment. Tear it apart, I just kind of decided to have some fun with this one.Bare feet upon sun-scorched seasof grass and weeds.Hearts ...

Your key has lockedMy heart;PadlockedNow yours to tear apart.Unreachable by meFor I am yoursUnwillingly.And your cruel handsForce me to smileMy mindlessnessThat of a child's.Where have I gone?My wings

***A quick write, feel free to tear it apart.I walk the road, nowhere to go,Simply happy and on my way;For where I'll be In historyIs not for me to say.But ...

FreedomNo longer simply-spokenFor what is freedom?An unchained hand,An uncaged self?I do not understandfor what is freedom if I am free of selfbut nothing more?ForFor what? A country,Or a kingdom?A ma

***I'm not a fan of rhyming couplets, but it was a school assignment hands reach out to grip the air,As if the wind is it's soft blue hair,So gentle her ...

***Um, I feel pretty iffy about this poem, and I'd really like some outside opinions. Thanks!Full moon’s lightLike silver On my tongue,Quiet like a voiceWithout a the sky,The night’s single ...

***Um...not quite sure what to think of this one...O.oAlone in a house With no rooms and no doorsNo walls and no windowsNo roof and no floorsThere's a mouseAnd a suitcaseA ...

Haven't been on YWS for a while, so I thought I might as well post something to get back into this writing-stuff. Leave a comment and I'll return the favor!*Writhing ...

ABAB,CDCDLetters,RhymesI’m tired of These weary wordsPressed to perfect Melodies andSchemes that leaveNo room for emotion,No room for me.And maybe I’m justA little claustrophobicTo find that thing

My first-ever attempt at a string of haikus, so please tell me if I messed up anywhere or if there's a rule that I missed. Thank you. Bluebird painted blackAs ...

I noticed a lot of grim writing, not only on this site but as a pattern in a lot of writing. We humans spend too much time on the dark ...

Spoiler! : A poem about my autistic little brother, who I fail to understand but will never stop trying to relate to. Dear brother,I don't tell you enough what you ...

Since when was fake the new trend,A clone of a clone considered cool?Individuality wasn’t once a handicap;Different wasn’t a I supposed to look like all the others,Just so I can ...

Spoiler! : Not sure how I feel about this, it's pretty, um...weird? ) O.o Haha, well anyway I kind of just wrote this on the spot 'cause I was bored, ...

Spoiler! : A poem I did for class. The idea was to prove in the poem that the narrator of the poem was clearly wrong, so I chose to do ...

I thought Death was like winter,Just a passing thing.Grandfather, I hadn’t thought that IWould never get this chance young, I was, on your lapHead rested on your shoulder andI wouldn’t ...

Spoiler! : Okay, really don't know how to feel about this piece. I wrote it up in a sum total of thirty seconds, so feel free to tear it apart. ...

This place is dark and dank and cold,The aged food now flecked with mold,All light lost in the window's grime,Others' words reduced to pantomimeFor I don't listen to what they ...

Spoiler! : Another quick write, rip it apart. I Am the Girl of the MoonI lie back on my crescent hammock As it drifts on through the sky,Swung ‘round the ...

Spoiler! : With studying I have no time to work on my novel, so here's another poetry quick-write. Feel free to boo and hiss at this pathetic piece, as I ...

Spoiler! : Just a little insight on what this is about-I saw a younger boy near the football fields. A couple dropout teens were gathered round, smoking and drinking. On ...

He sits on the street, owns none but a guitar,And a knapsack, the clothes on his back,And a few dimes here and there.He won’t take handouts, won’t play that game,He ...

There was the box -Mahogany, old polished woodInscribed with golden design.I saw it when I was little,Knew it’s contents by heart.Grandma’s bracelets,Clip-on earrings and Pendant pearls.Grandpa’

They tell me to calm down.“It’s okay, just stay right here.”Am I fifteen or five?“Come this way, sweetie.”She grabs my arm and leads me;I want to tell her to let ...

Spoiler! : Insanely bored, so the idea was to come up with a random title and then create a poem where each line started with the corresponding word, like the ...

Spoiler! : Another quick-write, very weird, feel free to boo and hiss. He is complacent.Suppose he’s justThe man on the road,Tells himself he’s got nobodyTo help him, and There’s not ...

Spoiler! : Another...quirky...?...poem. Fine steely-gray interior,Painted blue above butPeeling away to showThe craftsmanship, theTruemanship,The Man-Has-Made-With-Love-manship.They call you junk,Teas

Got in a huge fight with my mother, kind of just venting my anger out in a less-destructive way than tearing up the pillows in my room and punching a ...

It’s been five days pastOh so long,Since we’ve been at the placeWhere the right way is wrong.And the old windy roadThat we used to walkHasn’t had much wearSince you haven’t ...

Spoiler! : So if you've been keeping up with my wall posts, you might know that I wasn't planning on writing this summer. *shrugs* Guess I lied. Well, I definitely ...

Spoiler! : A quick-write about my own secret jealousy of my friend. I know I always help her get her "moments," but sometimes I feel like a mouse of Cinderella's...nothing ...

Look at it like lines,Nothing else attached. It’s not a nose,Not a zit,Or scar.Just flecks, spots -Lines, lines, eraser works likeMadness on the paper;That’s not my eye,Or my smile,Or chin.Too ...

Spoiler! : Based on...somebody... Imagine a time where we are formedOf Two, not One, a bitter number,Never alone or empty-hearted,Made of Two Faces, Two noses,Yet One heart pulsating beyondThe shared ...

We live life like we write on paper;silly lines, you call them, scribbled inarticulately, clumsynext to mine, so tedious and scripted,while yours break from boundariesof grotesque beauty and perfectio

Spoiler! : Two things to note: yes, this is somewhat inspired by a song (which gave me the poem's namesake). More importantly though, it's inspired by a couple of personal ...

Spoiler! : About re-meeting someone, kind of has to do with a personal thing, so sorry if some of this really isn't completely understood for whatever reason. It’s a ...

I count the distance as you count the stars, before me mile-markers that glow in headlights, then you, mapping out an ink-blot universe with only sparkling dustmites of potential doorways,carried ...

Spoiler! : So basically I was trying to write this through talking to the actual letter as though it was a person, then later pulling away to look at it ...

Spoiler! : Because I still can't convince my heart to believe that "goodbye for now" really means "goodbye forever." And so it’s goodbye.Goodbyes taste like an empty temptation with the ...

MorningMy eyes fold shut as they gaze down the black abysmal mug of Monday coffee, black by brand of day and bitter expectation. The sharp smell lulls the quintessential sounds ...

the children live in the strange stone houses, words embedded on the wall. the children rest in their well-made beds, those children, oh so small. the children sleep so silently; ...

Spoiler! : Based on the TV show "Bones," which my whole family watches (me included). Just kind of trying to write a piece as a fan, so give me your ...

I didn’t get to sleep that night.Singing bedsprings wailed at my arising, saying, “Oh, but you’ve yet to close your eyes, poor girl!” Ah, silly me, I forgot that sympathy ...

“Oh, my dear, please don’t go.”“I’m built for war.”“Yes, love, I know.”“I’m ready now, to make a change.”“Don’t leave me here-”“Your voice sounds strange.”“It’s cra

Spoiler! : Just a warning, even I don't know what to think of this. O_O Tell me I’m my name. Tell me that when you see a tree, you say ...

They spilled the stars of the milky way, Staining night's black cloth;Who would've thought that such a substanceWas such a brilliant broth?So suns were sliced to nebulae,And comets added flavor.Mouths

Spoiler! : Feel free to tear apart. An experiment with style a bit, but mostly just a dumping ground for over-angsty emotions. *walks to corner and cries like some sappy ...

Spoiler! : For him. I'm sorry, and goodbye.

Spoiler! : I know this is really simple....like, Shel Silverstein-meets-first grade simple. But I don't know, I was trying to write about happiness and I feel like writing immaturely about ...

We play our lives to a radio track.You whisper words like “baby” while your fingers play down my spine as though they’re all disjointed piano keys;I suppose I’m just a ...

I ask you what an atheist sees, when he looks up to Heaven, all those blinking angel eyes staring back and winking flirtatiously. You tell me those are stars, but ...

I. Peace be to all the haters. They're the content children, pulling globs of clay from their foundations and throwing fits, throwing things on the floor. They get what they ...

Growing up means giving things away, even letting star-crossed destinations slip through our knowing fingers, giving up on dreams that we’ve grown up to procreate, But oh, I cannot ...

You're insane. Your mind's been split and shattered by my malformed emotions tearing at your cells like a cancerous strain. I've always been so clumsy, with a habit of dropping ...

When I imagine getting old, I'm not afraid - not of sickness, pain, or sorrow, nor of liver spots and moles. I'm not afraid of the inevitable. I'm afraid of ...

How high can I get Before I puncture the sky And cause the stratosphere to Callous and swell with Thick gray clouds that Spread like a black-and- Purple bruise? ...

Yes, I shall compare thee to a summer’s day. Thou art, in fact, too temperate, or perhaps I do mean temporary. Your eyes are borne of brindle briar, ...

I was poor. Every day, I scooped up pennies from the sidewalk hoping I could earn the fare for a bus ride to the shore. It took some ...

asdfhawekjfh I really need to review more and post less...sorry! I cross my heart, I will do some epic reviews after this to make up for my excessive poem-posting. :D ...

Please know this when I die. Please know that the earth will turn while I rest beneath it and that your feet will continue to move along, and ...

Kind of an experiment with structure. Not sure how I feel about this one. :S

I walked the pot-holed, dusty road, plodding down new human tread - and petrichor had filled the air, limp clouds lying, dim and dead. A crestfallen farmhouse still sadly ...