I did this for my creative writing class and it was based off of having our first or last line being Walt Whitman's famous line "I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world."
I don't have a title for it yet so I just call it my yawp poem :]
Comments would be appreciated. I feel like it's missing something, but I'm not quite sure what...
I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world
To the tops of these broken buildings is where I've been hurled
I let them know that I have arrived
Not willing to stand up and take my own dive
I stand there alone, curious and afraid
Convincing myself I still can be saved
From the top of the building I look all the way down
I am pulled from my place and flung towards the ground
Soon I am trapped far down below
That question, "Who am I?" won't let me go
It holds me in a dark room with no light
For a moment it seems so worthless to fight
Its fingers drip with hatred and tears
Clinging to my body it searches for fears
It tangles itself in my hair, straps me back
Screaming at me only the things that I lack
I struggle and claw and break myself free
And notice the grimy ground quickly falling behind me
I am back on the roof, on the top of the world
To the top of these buildings is where I've been hurled
Comfort grabs me and says relax and unwind
All those pieces you're missing
You'll soon find
