My poems & short stories

[WilloweWolf]

Hi! It's WilloweWolf here, with yet another topic for my various writings. However, this will be a collection of... Poems and short stories!{well, duh} I don't think I'm the best poet, but I'm trying hard.

Anyway, here I'll have all the poems and short stories I write.


And here is a link to my 'writing tracker'.
WilloweWolf's Writing Tracker

Table of Contents:
Poems:
Freedom of a Horse
Moon
Nile River
Rocks
Shadow
Nix's Poem

Short Stories/One-shots
Mercenaries and Harpoons
How I Spent Christmas Eve
About Me

[WilloweWolf]

This is actually the second poem I've written. Actually, if the haiku I had to write in third grade counts{it was about 'sunset meat', don't ask...}, then this is my third. Anyway, this is about a horse. If you don't like horses, then don't read this, as I am horse-crazy and therefore I write about horses like a horse-lover.

Your mane a wave of golden sun,
Your legs, your being, born to run.
Thundering across the green, green meadow.
Legs no longer made of Jell-o.

And then you stop in front of me.
Your brown eyes bore into me.
The sun crows you with its rays,
The meadow lark sings your praise.

The pink tongue slowly stretches.
I'd love to catch this in my sketches.
Then you turn for the saddle.
Oh, please, don't prattle.

And yet your whinny sounds like a chime.
I hope I'm not running out of time.
As I perch upon your back,
We can go to the moon and back.

Nowhere else under the sun,
Nowhere else to me is as fun.
And off like a rocket,
Why would I ever want to stop it?

[WilloweWolf]

Not counting m early haiku mentioned above, this is my first poem. I know, I'm out of order. But i don't care. Anyway, this poem is about the moon. It doesn't rhyme much, but I still consider it a poem.

O moon,
Globe of light.
Lord of the sky at night.

In the morning,
Do you receed.
But at night,
You return in all your glory.

Splendor,
Light,
Sun of the night.

In all your might,
You still are kind.
Merly a soft glow,
But not only so.

For far away,
Yet so close,
You battle evil dark,
You force back the night.

But it is still there,
Merely subdued,
For what glory is there in total victory?

[Moontower]

I Used To Sing To The Moon When I Was Little...I Love Both Poems!

[WilloweWolf]

Thanks!

[WilloweWolf]

This is something I'm doing for a challenge on Inklings. I hope you like it!

April 18, 1994. The day my entire world changed. And this is how it happened.

Hoooonk! I sighed and glared at the guy in the car. “I have the right of way, idiot!” I yelled. The guy just slammed on his horn again. I gave him the evil eye and hurried across the street with Sadie. “People these days.” I muttered, shifting my load of groceries to the other hand. My sister sighed, “You need to calm down, Anne.” I rolled my eyes.
“Easy for you to say.” Sadie gave me a questioning look as we walked down the cobbled sidewalk. I sighed. “Everyone likes you. I, however, don’t have your patience.” Sadie looked thoughtful for a second. We turned a corner. “I suppose that’s true, though I still don’t see why you can’t try.” I stopped and glared at her. “I do try! It’s not as easy as you might think, Sadie!” My sister looked hurt.
“I was only trying to help…”
“Well you’re not, okay?!” It was hard to stay mad at Sadie, however. With her patient brown eyes and kind face, she could calm down anyone. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” I smiled and gave her an apologetic hug, and we continued on our way home.

Riiing! I held the door open for Sadie, and then closed it firmly. I set my bag of groceries on the table and crossed the room back to the door. I bolted it and turned the key in the lock, then hung the small steel key on a peg near the door. Sadie was standing on a chair putting the groceries away when I re-entered our combined kitchen-dining room. “Anne, could you hand me the flour?” She asked, standing up a small container of rosemary. I carried the three-pound bag of flour over to her and carefully passed it into her hands. “Thank you.” She grunted, pushing it onto a high shelf. My sister isn’t the tallest person; needless to say she hates it being that way. She’s only five two at twenty-five years. Me? I took after our dad, he was six ten. I’m five six at only eighteen, but I look five seven what with my thin, lanky frame and long red hair. “And now the sugar, pl-“ Someone’s fist slammed against the door, cutting Sadie off.

We exchanged glances and slowly moved toward the door, each of us drawing knives from our coat pockets. BAM! BAM! I slowly reached for the bolt. Then- BAAAM! I ducked as the door flew off its hinges and crashed into the wall. Three men came in, each holding a gun. My brown eyes were wide with terror as one of them grabbed my arm. “You. You are Anne Dexter, are you not?” I nodded quickly.
“Come with me.” He dragged me out onto the dark, deserted street. One of the other two, a brute of a man with a face marred by one long scar from his right temple to the left side of his chin, dragged my sister out. Then the third man came. He looked surprisingly normal, and then I saw his expression. It was clear he was determined to kill us. “Who are you?” I demanded, trying in vain to wrench my arm from my captor’s grip. The man chuckled, “You don’t need to know that. But I do think you know who sent me.”

My eyes grew wide. “The Shadow.” I whispered the name fearfully. Then my face grew hard. “You’re a mercenary.” I spat, making clear my disdain for them.
“You’re a clever one,” he replied, walking toward me. “And pretty, too. It’s too bad I have to kill you, huh?” He looked sincere. In fact, I could tell he was. I played my last card.
“You don’t have to do this, you know. You don’t have to kill us.” Sadie, thankfully, saw my plan instantly. She’s good at that. “She’s right. You don’t have to listen to that creep.” The mercenary sighed and signaled to his men to let us go. “I do have to do it. I must deliver him your…” He paused and raised an eyebrow, “Hands.” I rolled my eyes.
“He’s really still mad about that? I thought he had gotten over it!” The poor guy look utterly confused, so I explained. “I stole some blueprints from him.”
“Oookay… That’s… actually quite the feat.” He replied. “Jack, Bob, go fix the door.” He jerked his thumb in the direction of the house. The two men obeyed. “Now.” He turned back to us. “My name is Shane.” I smiled, “Hello, Shane.” Sadie stood up slowly from where Bob had dropped her.
“Hello.” Shane grew serious.
“If you want to live, you need to come with us.” He said. We nodded. “I think I know where we can go, but it’s a long journey.” I snorted.
“We used to only stay in one place long enough to sleep for three hours, with no shelter.” Shane blinked. “Okay, then. This should be easy work for you.”

[WilloweWolf]

ignore, i would delete this, but I can't for some reason.

[WilloweWolf]

I wrote this for school when I was studying Egypt. It's mainly talking about the Nile in Egypt, but, seeing as I live in the West Nile district in Uganda...

Every year you burst your banks,
Every year you bring great life.
No matter what, a rebel you are,
Flowing to mighty North, not lowly South.

Nothing can command me to give you up,
Nothing can make you to give any up.
Yearly you bring life-giving soil.
Yearly you fall to a meaningless trickle.

But then you rage,
Then you roar.
Nothing can hold you back anymore.
Nile River Fast Fact: The Nile River runs from South to North, not North to South like most rivers in the world. It is also the longest river in the world.

[WilloweWolf]

This is simply a poems about rocks. The two lines with a * at the end came from J.R.R Tolkein's song 'Over the Misty Moutnains'. I claim credit for the entire poem except those two lines.

So smooth, so rough;
So hard, so soft.
Always varying,
Yet unchanging.

Thousands fit the palm of the hand;
Yet only a few covers all land.
You are the one who holds me up;
And you are the one who pulls me down.

How you glitter inside and out;
Yet how plain, inside out.
For many a king and elvish lord*.
There lay many a gleaming golden hoard*.

But for many, you're too plain.
But oh, for me, you're my game.

*Credit for lines goes to J.R.R. Tolkein

[cyberdragon725]

Really great! Be sure to keep up the good work! I love a lot of your poems!