Young Writers Society

*slides in sipping tea*

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I'll fix this later xD

But I'm here because how could I miss out??

What y'all are getting from me this year is hopes, dreams, and confusion in a loose poem mold. Enjoy!

1.
dreams, stars, and us

there's stardust scattered 'bout your heart
star drop lining your veins
liquid fire in the core of your being
beating with your life blood

instead of oil your fingertips leave diamonds
with fire in their core
you smile glows with constellations
and your eyes are supernovas

who are you?
i ask myself
you are me
and i am you
you are not anyone
but everyone at once
you are our hopes and dreams
in a star-shaped being

Beautiful imagery! You're off to a great start, Blue!

strange brain child of late night thoughts and poetry longing

I expect nothing less, isn't that what makes the best poetry! This is a good opener BlueCat, your imagery combos here are delightful. I especially like the oily fingers vs. leaving diamonds - it's an unexpected image pairing that I think works. Keep it up!

2.
simplicity

the soft patter of rain drops on snow
urging the cold away
transforming the bitterness into life once more

the rushing cheer of the swollen brook
dancing with the snowmelt
breaking free of its frozen chains

the whisper of a warm summer breeze
as you gaze at the star-powdered sky
glittering from millions of miles away

the laugh of the shining diamond grass
as it tickles your feet
shaking off the night dew to reach for the sun

the sound of a single leaf
landing on its brethren
the soft swish when gravity completes its work

the sweet crisp scents
of pumpkins and spices and chilled winds
of apple pies and hot cocoa as you find your way through a maze

the clatter of windblown branches
stripped of their green dresses
awaiting the return of the sun to poke out new buds

the swish of the baby ice crystals
touching down for the first time
muting the world with a cold blanket

the unspoiled simplicity
of life
untouched

3.
tree

birch
the fairest of them all
a slender body of white
endlessly reaching upward
to try to catch the stars
hair of fair green
shading her resting place
she stands proud and true
amongst oaks and pines

oak
he is quite the gentleman
majestically tall
common
but unique
he gently waits
as his emerald gems
turn orange and yellow
and slip through his fingers
he waits with all the rest
coated in ice
to shade the forest
with a luscious shadow

pine
he stands with the rest
yet apart
he shivers
his beard of needles
coated with a frozen blanket
the only one cold didn't strip
of the glorious gems they hold

willow
she reaches down
not up
trailing her fingertips in the stream
leaning over to admire her reflection
her long hair flowing in the breeze
heavy with emeralds
her roots stretch far
intertwining with her friends'
anchoring her sturdy base
in the marshes along the water

all different
and yet the same
different parts of the same whole
the hidden people of the world

4.
mirror, mirror

mirror, mirror
on the wall
i'm not the fairest of them all
so i thought i used to be
but where has that beauty gone?
where's the confident girl
who used to stare back at me?
she used to smile
radiant
her figure that of a model
the eyes glittering with curiosity
and laughter and love

now she doesn't look thin and elegant
just plain fat
full of acne
eyes too close together
bulbous nose
lips thin and pale
neck of a giraffe
shoulders as thin as a stick
breasts not there
stomach bulging out
no hips
tree tunk legs
duck feet
ugly

mirror, mirror
in my hand
why do you lie?
they bury the truth like sand
washed over by waves
of out-of-context truth
i know that girl is still there
hidden under layers of lies
beautiful despite the battles fought

mirror, mirror
shattered on the floor
lies to me
you shall tell no more

5.
waiting
tick tock tick tock
fingers drum the table
beating a perpetuant tune
known only to them
tick tock tick
a sigh slips from the lips
gentle as a ripple in a pond
from a rock skipping across the surface
tock tick tock
eyes close head leans back
to rest on the peeling gray wall
tick tick tock tock
words blur
losing meaning
tock tock tock
the clock is mocking
tick tick tick
the clock's tail swings
driving the ticks and tocks onward
tick tick tick tock
the ticks are starting to tock
and tocks starting to tick
tock tick tock tock
who even has these kinds of clocks anymore
tock tick tick tick
it is getting worse than silence
tick tock tock tick
tock tock tick tick tick tock--
wait
nothing
the clock has ticked and tocked its last
gentle silence a blanket enveloping
if only it could also stop the waiting
i'm still here for
sigh
oh well

6.
ashes
raindrops hug my tear-stained face
as i kneel in the freshly overturned dirt
waiting for hope to rise from the ashes

the ashes of love
and laughter
and life

a single tear waters the earth
my life to the lost one
my hope falling too

the sky keeps crying with me

7.
bird on the ground

feet pound the pavement
breath catching in my lungs
wind tossing my hair
and lifting my outstretched arms

i run
free
a bird on the ground
my wings growing as i run
speeding, speeding
down the road
life a blur to my eyes

and i just wait for the day
when i finally
fly

8.
winter lament

spring has finally sprung
wind lost its piercing cold
buds have peered out from hiding
birds are back singing their joyful tune
i no longer have to wear layers and layers
fingers and toes still frozen under it all

but why do i regret the warmth?
maybe it's the coziness i'll miss
the weight of many blankets
as i'm curled up in soft fuzzy pj's
a book in one hand
and hot tea in the other


And two bonus poems because we're in the poetry unit in English so I had too but they're not awful so I might as well share, but I won't officially count them in my napo count we're learning the different types of poetry, so here is some *gasp* structured poety

8b.
haiku

Dripping down, water
sounds the drums for warmth and joy.
Freedom runs, laughing.


8c.
cinquain

ballet
free, beautiful
twirling, stepping, flying
poetry in motion
dance

9.
water, sand

the waters are rising
_____hate, lies, anger
i'm left with a tightrope of sand
_____love, faith, trust
__________but no pixie dust
i might topple in
_____falling, falling, falling
_____a sea of despair
lean too far left
_____death by drowning
__________drowning in loneliness
__________they hate me so much
_______________but i guess i deserve it
lean too far right
_____death by secrets
__________holding in too much

my life is like an hourglass
_____the last grain of sand hovering
__________my doom awaits
my lifeboat is lost
_____but floating isn't much better
_____than drowning in all this hatred

pull my lifeline
cast me overboard
_____just maybe i can learn to swim

10. (1/3 of the way! c:)
eyes

just a look into a pair of eyes
can tell so much
they say the eyes are the window to the soul
_____and i can see it

i can see the broken heart
_____from the fight with your best friend
_____who you've had since the first grade

i can see how lost you feel
_____in a world of strange people
_____so unlike you

i see how the starlight reflects
_____the awe of the universe shining inside

i can see pride and excitement
_____from the first place medal
_____you worked so hard and long to get

eyes can see so much
but they show much too
_____if you just take a moment to look
_____with your own pair of looking glasses
_____straight to the soul

11.
i wish to write

i wish to write
magic sparkling at my fingertips
ink running through my veins

i want to breath stories
words giving me life
and me giving them life

i wish to learn how to make them edible
the reader starving for more
the taste of the words feeding their mind and soul

i want to be able to feel the words
hear the text whispering
taste the very blood of the story

i will soon know how to write
how to make the words into stories
and stories into life

all i need
is a pen and a touch of time
some dream, emotions, and wishes
and a whole lot of paper

playing with rhyme and meter c:

12.
silver wish

i want to be a silver fish
as simple as a whispered wish
as graceful as a water plish
over a silent streambed of stars

i could be a silver cat
curled up like a butter pat
a little fuzzy acrobat
leaping graceful and curious

i'd like to be a silver star
shining bright from way afar
as pretty as a strummed guitar
resonating the sweetest music to hear

i desire to be a silver rose
shimmering softly as it glows
a single beauty in the meadows
the fairest and only of the world

i'm not quite sure what i'm getting at
this is just my mental cookie jar
the theme of my dreams nobody knows
because this is my silver wish