2. Lily

Now this poem is a little bit tacky since I was blind writing. I had no idea where this poem will go.

 Her name was Lily

Like the flowers in her grandma's field.

White and wild,

and intriguing. 

As to dawn your soul with fear.

She plays by the rules

and thinks cunningly.

All she needed were guts

and friends to help her needs.

No one listened

to her wild stories

that she made for a reason;

that she fought for seasons.

All she took away

from the voices in her head.

Lily was scared.

Her eyes closed,

hair like the leaves of a willow tree

as she felt the summer wind

upon her olive skin.

Her brother, Dylan

was loved by all.

He thought clearly,

and spoke wisely.

He lacks her spirit

her wits and tricks.

Yet people loved him,

and pitied Lily.

Her heart on her sleeves.

Her mind in a daydream.

She finds beauty in darkest places,

and courage in better times.

Her name was Lily,

like the flowers in her grandma's field.

All she did was listen,

to the sounds around the willow tree.

Reviews

[Aram Alexander]

This is not at all tacky, I really enjoyed it. The formatting works wonderfully, it turns the sentences into concise snippets of thoughts, as if they are occurring to the reader rather than merely being read. And I love how you begin and end with her name, and also the references to the willow tree. Beautiful.