Biography of >Starr Williams<
Hey everyone! Im 14 and my poems still need a ton of work, but I'd love for you to read them and tell me what you think.
>Starr Williams<'s Works:
no books yet! ive only been writing for about a year,
its one of my biggest dreams! maybe someday...
>Starr Williams< Poems
Color Me Red
Red is deep anger that never comes out Red is believing, and then having doubt.
If you’ve ever tried to catch a cloud, to ride a rainbow, to save the sunshine in a jar. Then you know how it feels
A Scary Dream
Housewives as the nights, Came through, The ceiling swung, And then it grew
Can You Imagine?
A sky that’s not blue, A dog with no tail, A lie that is true, A sea with no whale.
Wind is an audible whisper, It’s a secret, and it’s a laugh, Murmured through the timeless trees, From ancient ages past.
Breathing Place (Yellow Moon)
Yellow moon peeps at me Behind the shadows of the night. Rises slow among the leaves, Spreading eerie yellow light.
I WOULD HAVE LIVED
I would have lived, I would have sung. May have been your best friend, but instead you have no-one.
A Lost Poem
Last night I had this amazing poem, stuck in my head, But much to tired, I thought, “Oh I’ll remember.” and jumped into bed!
For Such A Time As This
For such a time as this, We are to be strong through storm and rain, All those who linger in the Grey, Will only cause more pain.
In a Song
The rain is coming down in a never ending river, Silver, Flowing, Streaming down down down, in a song, ever long.
Autunm dashes in, With a flurry of color, It swirls round and round, Each blast stronger then the other.
I am Life, Truth, Wisdom, I love long summer days spent with the best of friends. Faith, Honesty, and God are important to me,
I wonder if the river gets tired? It runs and runs but never stops, It rushes onward toward the sea, Foaming, Swirling, round the rocks.
One window is all I need, To see the sun or the pouring rain. To view the good or the very bad, All through the same windowpane.
Silky waves roaring ashore, dancing among the rocks, smoothly gliding out again.
Cool salty air rippling in with the tide.
Scream of the seagull and the whisper of the ocean current.
Chilly damp sand molds to my feet.
Light tang of salt in the air.
Reeds sway softly, dancing with the wind.