I used to sit on a wicker chair. Terrible idea. As the wood splintered and pressed onto my bare white thighs, only when i would lift up and hear the rip of my skin sticking to chair i kept saying i needed a new chair. So now i have my leather one. Good times in this chair, oh boy there were good times.
JB Scott
Baskets oh I wish I was a basket on a bicycle I’d be.
For everyone to see.
How pretty there I’d be.
Woven wicker, holding liquor
for a picnic of course
of a couple in midst of divorce
Sadly my life is still coarse
Alexandra Vaccarino
The wicker chair creaked as she sat down on the porch of her small clapboard home.
The miles and miles of cornfield stared back at her, and she wondered if she’d still be sitting in that same spot if he hadn’t died in that cornfield 20 years ago.
She wondered, and wept.
Kryston
the chairs were made of that white, bleached wood. We sat and wonder how the wicker was made. If it was trimmed from plants as tall as a man or if it was made by compacting mighty titans of an ancient forest into tiny strips. We wondered and the sun set. Wicker was every where.
Daniel Stephens
candles night time crickets creaking fire pit smores marshmellows roasting sitting in circles telling stories about the old days hot dogs campfires
Melinda Lowman
Hmm..wickers are cool. I don’t really know what a wicker is. Is it something to do with a candle or what? I’ve never seen a wicker or felt a wicker before. So I guess there’s not much else left to say about that. Nobody is “wicker” than me at this writing about wicker in less than a minute thing. Is that what it means? I may never know. Well, until I Google it. :)
Zoey Joy
wicker is something i used to see all the time at my best friend from fifth grade’s house. a chair and a small, uncomfortable couch, both sitting in a florida room off the back of her home. white and ugly.
brooklyn
Baskets? Who doesn’t love them. They are amazing for holding ALL sorts of things. Also, you can make sweet furniture out of it too. I have some on my front porch!
Elijah
a type of straw used to make baskets and furniture
Dewey
Wicker wicker chair, they are white and break esy. My grandma had some wicker furniture.
nicole mclane
This reminds me of the movie “wickerman” with Nicholas Cage. You can’t think about Nick Cage without thinking of the movie face/off, either. John Travolta was in that movie too; Talk about some star power acting! Also, check out how I used a semi colon in the last sentence.
Michael Becker
I picked up the wicker basket and admired it. The work was intrinsically complex and yet so unbelievably simple that it boggled the mind. What a wonderful little basket it was. The colors blended so well and yet so drastically different that I was astounded.
Rae Harris
generally when you think of wicker you think of an old woman sitting in a wicker rocking chair, humming to herself, watching birds out the window. not me. i think of the rotting mess it leaves, the old rusty nails holding it together, and the ants that make a home inside the wood. however, it has its old beauty. and it deserves our respect
Kellan Howell
The last creak of the wicker chair when she rises to go to bed. The last sound before she slips off into sleep is the sweet crackle of the wicker chair.
Emily George
a wicker cabinet burned as the man screamed. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He ran into the fire. Maybelle screamed and fainted. She woke up days later.
raya
my stepmom likes to buy ugly wicker furniture. thankfully we threw it out last year. evil wicked wicker furniture, gone for good.
j buzz
Chairs and lawn furniture, for sitting on in sunny days. Old-timey and rustic, they sit out and weather the weather whether or not we use them at all. Creaky and squeaky, full of character. Wicker makes sitting fun.
Ian Mayton
she sits there in her grandmother’s favorite old wicker chair… remembering the countless summers she sat there as a young girl, sitting on her grandma’s lap as she read her stories… and cries as the memories fade away.
gabzz
chipped
gives me splinters
between my veins
pithy
and crunchy
when you pull them out
i bleed
all over the floor
and when we clean it we find calorie free coffee hard candy from last christmas
and my mother’s wicker chair
is so fucking uncomfortable
why would you sit in there
when you could have
velvet
plush
Janika
The wicker warbled like glass smoke, and exhausted the particles of its measure. I with another measure, musical in essence, and solitary, have forgone the wicket warblings of winged past and ate the apples from the green trees in solitary fortress. I with no one to see and drink have eaten the merry weather and made it dawn. Inside of me
LVR
Rocking chairs on the beck of a beautiful day. A picnic basket in the middle of june. Fiber. Wicker furniture in my grandmothers house that i absolutely adore.
Jessica Cope
wicker wicker what a wicker. same word as last time not as much fun. wicker wicker what a wicker. tasha look i am writing wicker!!!!!! the light is very mesmerizing!! like your eyes~! thanks wicker!
Gualy
wicker, as in the all the lacey brown sticks weaving together, braided into sturdy forms, enough to sit on, rest. I pick at the shreds with my fingernails and peel strips back.
hannah denny
I sat in a wicker chair while I waited for him to drop by with the promised payback shipment. I wish that he could be counted on like this old wicker chair. Oh well. One can wish.
Maggie Mason
The thin, noodle-like material made the room have a natural feel. Topped with a scarlet cushion, it beckoned anyone and everyone to sit on it. But the wooden chair was only for show. But when I perched lightly on it, it creaked with the joy of actually being used for its purpose. I relaxed a bit more and took in the summer sun as I brushed my fingers over the unique texture. (:
JennyWenny(:
The basket was made of wicker.
In the basket, there was an apple – a red apple, a bright apple, rosy as the dawn’s wrinkled, ancient fingers reaching down to pluck an apple.
thats all that I can find to rhyme with such a word, a word that probably never gets used
nokye
a wicker chair, a cool Southern veranda, a lemonade with ice cubes in a tall glass, a late warm evening, summertime, relaxing, wicker baskets at picnics, time for a nap…
Christina LaBarge
I put the fruit in a wicker basket.
kamikazeemcee
I sat in an old chair. The wind chime was tinkling in the breeze. My grandma, old an gnarled was sitting in that same old wicker chair she always sat in.
MasterOfSporks
The wicker chair sat on the porch, rocking slightly back and forth as the wind made its incursions, trying to force its way into the house. The windows rattled with each punch of air.
nkw
where are we?
What doe that mean?
like the chair?
Reminds me of ‘wicked’
I am so lost!
I’m sorry for your wasted time. I owe you one
I’m going to lie in the road and watch the stars for a few hours untill it all become real again.
IAmIntergalactic
wicker baskets appear on my floor every now and then. i don’t much mind them, but when they start stinking, I like to ask them, “Do you plan on moving out any time soon?” I look at it, pondering about it, but I very rarely get an answer…
Brittany W
chairs baksets and high-Q competition got the question wrong Barsanti laughed at me cane furniture Atlanta
Joby Rote
wicker baskets underwater basketweaving. was it one of those stereotypical fake shitty course things first, or was it a real course first that just got made fun of after? wicker shakertown shakers they really did shake. like, legal legit they shook. Shake what yo mama gave ya. Shake it like a wicker basket full of apples except.
JP Allen
A wicker is a chair of sorts, a wicker chair, it feels rustic, filled with a sense of antiquity and comfort. Brings the mind back to the days of southern comfort.
Holly Vandevoorde
wicker is an object made of twigs; rattan we call it here in Malaysia. Rattan making is an art widely known here as ‘kraf tanngan’. These ratten can be weaved into many things; household – basket
sherri c.
The chair was painted a long time ago but the little blond girl’s grandfather. The white wood was chipped and worn and the wood was splintering. But the mauve silk cushion lying in the seat of the wicker chair was soft and smooth and Janey loved to leave her head upon the soft silk while her mother sang her songs.
Stacey Murrell
cruelty looking into the face of a trustworthy person knowing you’ll probably break their heart
sihsh
chairs, tables, reminds me of the 60’s. Cheap and affordable, but stylish. Hmmm… I think I might go buy a chair tomorrow. A wicker one? Maybe I’ll paint it white. Or red. Or Blue! the possiblities are endless. How exciting!
I used to sit on a wicker chair. Terrible idea. As the wood splintered and pressed onto my bare white thighs, only when i would lift up and hear the rip of my skin sticking to chair i kept saying i needed a new chair. So now i have my leather one. Good times in this chair, oh boy there were good times.
Baskets oh I wish I was a basket on a bicycle I’d be.
For everyone to see.
How pretty there I’d be.
Woven wicker, holding liquor
for a picnic of course
of a couple in midst of divorce
Sadly my life is still coarse
The wicker chair creaked as she sat down on the porch of her small clapboard home.
The miles and miles of cornfield stared back at her, and she wondered if she’d still be sitting in that same spot if he hadn’t died in that cornfield 20 years ago.
She wondered, and wept.
the chairs were made of that white, bleached wood. We sat and wonder how the wicker was made. If it was trimmed from plants as tall as a man or if it was made by compacting mighty titans of an ancient forest into tiny strips. We wondered and the sun set. Wicker was every where.
candles night time crickets creaking fire pit smores marshmellows roasting sitting in circles telling stories about the old days hot dogs campfires
Hmm..wickers are cool. I don’t really know what a wicker is. Is it something to do with a candle or what? I’ve never seen a wicker or felt a wicker before. So I guess there’s not much else left to say about that. Nobody is “wicker” than me at this writing about wicker in less than a minute thing. Is that what it means? I may never know. Well, until I Google it. :)
wicker is something i used to see all the time at my best friend from fifth grade’s house. a chair and a small, uncomfortable couch, both sitting in a florida room off the back of her home. white and ugly.
Baskets? Who doesn’t love them. They are amazing for holding ALL sorts of things. Also, you can make sweet furniture out of it too. I have some on my front porch!
a type of straw used to make baskets and furniture
Wicker wicker chair, they are white and break esy. My grandma had some wicker furniture.
This reminds me of the movie “wickerman” with Nicholas Cage. You can’t think about Nick Cage without thinking of the movie face/off, either. John Travolta was in that movie too; Talk about some star power acting! Also, check out how I used a semi colon in the last sentence.
I picked up the wicker basket and admired it. The work was intrinsically complex and yet so unbelievably simple that it boggled the mind. What a wonderful little basket it was. The colors blended so well and yet so drastically different that I was astounded.
generally when you think of wicker you think of an old woman sitting in a wicker rocking chair, humming to herself, watching birds out the window. not me. i think of the rotting mess it leaves, the old rusty nails holding it together, and the ants that make a home inside the wood. however, it has its old beauty. and it deserves our respect
The last creak of the wicker chair when she rises to go to bed. The last sound before she slips off into sleep is the sweet crackle of the wicker chair.
a wicker cabinet burned as the man screamed. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He ran into the fire. Maybelle screamed and fainted. She woke up days later.
my stepmom likes to buy ugly wicker furniture. thankfully we threw it out last year. evil wicked wicker furniture, gone for good.
Chairs and lawn furniture, for sitting on in sunny days. Old-timey and rustic, they sit out and weather the weather whether or not we use them at all. Creaky and squeaky, full of character. Wicker makes sitting fun.
she sits there in her grandmother’s favorite old wicker chair… remembering the countless summers she sat there as a young girl, sitting on her grandma’s lap as she read her stories… and cries as the memories fade away.
chipped
gives me splinters
between my veins
pithy
and crunchy
when you pull them out
i bleed
all over the floor
and when we clean it we find calorie free coffee hard candy from last christmas
and my mother’s wicker chair
is so fucking uncomfortable
why would you sit in there
when you could have
velvet
plush
The wicker warbled like glass smoke, and exhausted the particles of its measure. I with another measure, musical in essence, and solitary, have forgone the wicket warblings of winged past and ate the apples from the green trees in solitary fortress. I with no one to see and drink have eaten the merry weather and made it dawn. Inside of me
Rocking chairs on the beck of a beautiful day. A picnic basket in the middle of june. Fiber. Wicker furniture in my grandmothers house that i absolutely adore.
wicker wicker what a wicker. same word as last time not as much fun. wicker wicker what a wicker. tasha look i am writing wicker!!!!!! the light is very mesmerizing!! like your eyes~! thanks wicker!
wicker, as in the all the lacey brown sticks weaving together, braided into sturdy forms, enough to sit on, rest. I pick at the shreds with my fingernails and peel strips back.
I sat in a wicker chair while I waited for him to drop by with the promised payback shipment. I wish that he could be counted on like this old wicker chair. Oh well. One can wish.
The thin, noodle-like material made the room have a natural feel. Topped with a scarlet cushion, it beckoned anyone and everyone to sit on it. But the wooden chair was only for show. But when I perched lightly on it, it creaked with the joy of actually being used for its purpose. I relaxed a bit more and took in the summer sun as I brushed my fingers over the unique texture. (:
The basket was made of wicker.
In the basket, there was an apple – a red apple, a bright apple, rosy as the dawn’s wrinkled, ancient fingers reaching down to pluck an apple.
baskets? wicker…flicker…sicker…bicker….sicker…licker…
thats all that I can find to rhyme with such a word, a word that probably never gets used
a wicker chair, a cool Southern veranda, a lemonade with ice cubes in a tall glass, a late warm evening, summertime, relaxing, wicker baskets at picnics, time for a nap…
I put the fruit in a wicker basket.
I sat in an old chair. The wind chime was tinkling in the breeze. My grandma, old an gnarled was sitting in that same old wicker chair she always sat in.
The wicker chair sat on the porch, rocking slightly back and forth as the wind made its incursions, trying to force its way into the house. The windows rattled with each punch of air.
where are we?
What doe that mean?
like the chair?
Reminds me of ‘wicked’
I am so lost!
I’m sorry for your wasted time. I owe you one
I’m going to lie in the road and watch the stars for a few hours untill it all become real again.
wicker baskets appear on my floor every now and then. i don’t much mind them, but when they start stinking, I like to ask them, “Do you plan on moving out any time soon?” I look at it, pondering about it, but I very rarely get an answer…
chairs baksets and high-Q competition got the question wrong Barsanti laughed at me cane furniture Atlanta
wicker baskets underwater basketweaving. was it one of those stereotypical fake shitty course things first, or was it a real course first that just got made fun of after? wicker shakertown shakers they really did shake. like, legal legit they shook. Shake what yo mama gave ya. Shake it like a wicker basket full of apples except.
A wicker is a chair of sorts, a wicker chair, it feels rustic, filled with a sense of antiquity and comfort. Brings the mind back to the days of southern comfort.
wicker is an object made of twigs; rattan we call it here in Malaysia. Rattan making is an art widely known here as ‘kraf tanngan’. These ratten can be weaved into many things; household – basket
The chair was painted a long time ago but the little blond girl’s grandfather. The white wood was chipped and worn and the wood was splintering. But the mauve silk cushion lying in the seat of the wicker chair was soft and smooth and Janey loved to leave her head upon the soft silk while her mother sang her songs.
cruelty looking into the face of a trustworthy person knowing you’ll probably break their heart
chairs, tables, reminds me of the 60’s. Cheap and affordable, but stylish. Hmmm… I think I might go buy a chair tomorrow. A wicker one? Maybe I’ll paint it white. Or red. Or Blue! the possiblities are endless. How exciting!