Young Writers Society

My Poetry

Poetry is an orphan of silence.
The words
Never quite equal the experience behind them


Plan:
Day 1: Write a poem based on the theme of nature ✅
Day 2: Write a poem in a foreign language ✅
Day 3: Write a poem about a colour ✅
Day 4: Write about your biggest fear (example: sharks, being forgotten, heights..) ✅
Day 5: Write an acrostic ✅
Day 6: Free ✅
Day 7: Write a poem about something you like (example: music) ✅
Day 8: Write a poem about a piece of literature you enjoy ✅
Day 9: Write a poem about an emotion ✅
Day 10: Write a poem about a season (everything but winter. It's just so overused) ✅
Day 11: Free ✅
Day 12: Write a poem which starts with so-so number of words, and with each verse it goes down by one until the last verse only has one word ✅
Day 13: Write a poem which has a form that matches the meaning/ message of the poem
Day 14: write about something you commonly do everyday
Day 15: Write a poem about a moment where you made the decision to give up something or someone you loved
Day 16: Pick any objet in your room and write about it
Day 17: Free
Day 18: Write a poem about a bad dream you had recently
Day 19: Write a poem about fireworks on New Year's Eve
Day 20: Look outside- look at the sky. How do you feel watching it ?
Day 21:Write a poem from the perspective of something out-of-the ordinary
Day 22: Free
Day 23: Write a poem about a ghost
Day 24: Write a poem about something people find ugly that you find beautiful
Day 25: write a poem about the ocean
Day 26: Write a poem about getting older
Day 27: Write about something that's linked with light
Day 28: Write something linked with speed
Day 29: write an ode to forgotten things
Day 30: Write a poem with a hole in it

Day 1: Write a poem based on the theme of nature

Snow Angels

Snow is falling lightly through the window outside
Angels plummeting from the faraway skies
Whirling and whistling in the cold wintry wind
Before melting with my heart, on the windowsill.

Angels are everywhere- in the fixtures of unused lamps,
Through the creaks of the floorboards, below unsent stamps

Gathering dust behind shelves and shelves of memories,
But since they were never given the time to tell their stories
We bury them where we can, in the whirlpool of music, in the backs of our minds,
Until they cloud our thoughts with bitter resentment intertwined
Until they explode- grand fireworks that we smother behind fake smiles
And yet here they are, falling lightly from the skies.

Day 2: Write a poem in a foreign language

I'm writing two poems in the same day cause I'm bored ^^
So, this foreign language will be in French, and I'll try translating it below.

Seule
J'ai toujours pensé que j'étais seule
Seule dans la vie qui me fais la gueule
Seule comme le nuit sur son fond de toile
Seule comme la lune entourée d'étoiles,
seule, seule.. ca ne m'est jamais venu à l'idée
Que dans ce monde qui est mien, j'aurais tout pu changer
Et remballer les mauvais présages qui me clouaient au sol
Et me donner une seconde chance pour prendre mon envol
On dit souvent que sous l'eau, on ne peut que se noyer
Mais on dit aussi souvent que quand on touche le fond on ne peut que remonter
C'est donner une seconde chance à soi-même, pardonner les mérites de la passion,
Qui te redirige vers le haut, t'empêchèrent de te noyer tout au fond
Et c'est aussi de, malgré la pensée de se voir seul, d'ouvrir les yeux malgré les trompe-oeils
Et voir que tout au fond, tu n'as jamais été seule.


Alone
I always thought I was all alone
Alone in this life that ignores me
Alone like the night on its dark canvas
Alone like the moon surrounded with stars,
Alone, so alone.. it never came to my mind
That in this world that is mine, I could've changed everything
And clear these dark fates that once nailed me to the ground
And give myself a second chance to take flight
It is often said that under water, we can only drown
but it is also said that when we reach the bottom, we can only go upwards
It's to give a second chance to yourself, forgive the merits of passion
That redirects you to the surface, keeps you from drowning down below
And it's also, although you're worried of being all alone, to open your eyes nevertheless the illusions etched in your bones
And realise that, buried deep below, you've never really been alone.

Day 4: Write a poem about a colour

Grey

Grey is the colour of the moon's shade in the sky
Grey is the colour leaving people in rest
Grey is the colour of a raven's cry
As it flies back to its nest.

Grey is the colour of crying clouds in the air,
Grey is after the sun dies
Grey is the shade of a bear's lair
Grey is the colour of people's lives.

Grey is the beginning of a shadow
Grey is light and darkness
Grey is the beginning of death and the end of sorrow
And in the fears of sickness.

Grey is a colour, misunderstood perhaps
And it can be taken to rule
Grey is the colour of fangs of bats
And stained to your soul.

Don't judge colours think twice
Grey is the colour of mice
Grey is on evening's wings
In a song, sweet or rough,
And in the silence in between
Of a life that has enough.
And under wings daring in the sky
Grey is a startled cry.

Day 4: Write about your biggest fear (example: sharks, being forgotten, heights..)

Oblivion (Silent Scream)

Sometimes, all I want would be to let it all out
To whisper-
All the ways in which I stand out
To murmur-
How my life is just slipping through my fingers
To shout
Oh to shout all the awful ways you made me feel
To shout away all the poison in your words
Until it burns its passage in my heart
Which composition made of steel, is slowly falling apart
To wail
The acid burns of love
In places that can't be healed
In places that can't be seen
Engraved.
To curse aloud
All the things they threw at me
Thinking it was witty
Thinking it was smart
Thinking it was somewhat funny,
To see my self-esteem fall apart.
To whimper
At how I always was alone
Like the moon..
But just like the moon
I've been freezing on the inside
Now my heart's made of stone
And I'm afraid
It just might break.

To cry
To scream
All these terrible, whirring emotions
A blizzard in my head
Smashing, shattering my thoughts
Till I wish I was dead
So boiling hot, melting into each other like butter
Although they sting
For they exaggerate all small matter
Till they're no small matter at all
And all these problems whirl in my head
Smashing, shattering my thoughts
Till I wish I was dead

Then would come the silence
Where I'd be facing myself
The one I've always feared
And see beyond who I am
Beyond
Beyond is just emptiness
A vast oblivion of nothingness
No stars, no moons, no silent screams
No inner glow that satisfyingly gleams
No
Just emptiness
where all emotions cripple to dust
peace, at last
I guess that could at least be taken for granted
silence
that's all I really am, right ?
silence
no shouts, no wails, no crying or whispers or screaming
silence
that's all we really are
Just a speck of grey in an ocean of black
That's what we turned into heaven to die unafraid
To not live knowing we'll all end up in silence;
Lost in our lives
Running away from oblivion
Here I face it at latst

Day 5: hehehe subject change

Silent Scream



Tic tic tic, goes the clock on the wall

Drilling its song through her head like a siren’s forsaken call

As a little girl sat all alone with her dark drawings and poems

That seemed to keep at bay the looming feelings of gloom

As the sun streamed outside over children holding their parent’s hands

But she simply turned away and buried herself deeper in her room.

Tic tic tic, the lunch room’s clock fills the silence;

The silence in her heart, but drowns below the noises all around

Of children laughing, talking, shouting in colourful sounds

As the little girl’s eyes gaze down to the floor.

Tic tic tic, she can hear the hours drag by in her bathroom,

As she sits against the door, trying to block out the noise

The screams, the shouts, the words her parents threw at each other

In their own little bubble of darkness and hate

Tic tic tic, goes the time bomb in her head

She can hear their judging eyes, she can see their poisonous words

As they crawl against her skin and seep into her flesh

Tic tic tic, goes the time bomb in her heart

Never has she felt this much alone.

Tic tic tic.. the thoughts droning in her head have never been so loud

And then suddenly- they abruptly stopped.

She looked up and saw a boy holding out his hand,

He was clumsy, he was shy and blushed away from her gaze,

And yet, she smiled and took his hand,

And they smiled together, sun and moon fusioning into each other

And for the first time in years, her heart smiled with her mouth.

And they fell in love with each other,

And every icy word melted into the molten lava that was their hearts

Two souls intertwined in celestial beauty, two souls fallen in love.

Tic tic tic, but time goes on

And it is known everything that falls gets broken

Tic tic tic, how much time has it been ?

It feels like forever that she’s been waiting for him

Tic tic tic, an hour has passed, two, six

Her thoughts were crumbling in a heart that just can’t be fixed

Tic- he won’t be coming home tonight

Tic- he’s probably out in a bar, surrounded and yet all alone

Tic- what have I done..

Tic tic tic, why won’t the silence return ?

She wonders as she pries at her sewn wounds

Tic tic tic, when will all her thoughts simply shut up for once

She screams at the reflection taunting her in the mirror

And finally, her tic blood tic drips tic on the floor

Holding a distorted image of herself in a shard of glass,

Blood snaking across her arm, tears filling up her heart,

Tic tic tic, the sun slides slowly across the grass

Tic tic tic, their venomous words are etched into her heart

Tic tic tic, like constellations of dying stars

Tic tic tic, it felt good to let her tears fall inside of her

Tic tic tic, as they simply melted in with the rain:

Tic tic tic, the rain of her torn apart emotions

Tic tic tic, the rain of her broken heart

Tic. Tic. Tic, a million words could not bring him back,

She knows because she tried

Tic. Tic. Tic, neither would tears bring her back

He knows because he’ll cry

When he’ll find her lying in a puddle of blood.

Tic

Day 6: Free

Roses are red
Violets are blue
This is top notch poetry
Banana

Day 7: Write a poem about something you like (example: music)

Music is that harmonising of souls and opposite worlds
It's the crashing of waves of emotion in your heart
It's the symphony of birds unfolding a beauty untold
It's the harmonising of beautiful hearts.

Sugar plum fairies dancing below a sweet powdered snow
Autumn and winter and spring unraveling under a bow
Fantasies and cotton candy dreams whispering below keys
And the billowing of the wind below the wings of bumble bees.

Or suns and stars and moons shining away demons in the sky
Or rhapsody's of love and hate and pain hidden below cries
Or looking at broken dreams while striding down a boulevard
Or feeling the duality tear you apart from inside
As you've felt things you've never felt before,
As you've felt the relief wash over and under you,
And realise that you're more than you just your skin.

So leave a light on for yourself
For when a million eyes will tear you down in the future
The sounds of silence can't harm your picture
If what makes you who you are hasn't completely faded away
They can't hold us, we're more than you know, we'll do it my way
Never be blinded by the lights, and from dusk till dawn,
You'll be the blindest of all.

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Okay WOW there's a ton of references in this. I'll try covering them all just to give insight on the sometimes weird wording here. So, songs referenced here:

-the sugar plum fairy (classical)

-Autumn/ Winter / Spring, by Vivaldi (classical)

-Fantaisie Impromptu (classical)

-The flight of the bumble bee (classical)

-all Starset songs (mainly My Demons) (rock)

-Bohemian Rhapsody (rock)

-Boulevard of broken dreams (rock)

-Duality, by Slipknot (rock)

-Relief, by six.a.m (rock)

-Skin, by six.a.m (rock)

-Leave a Light on (pop)

-million eyes (pop)

-the sounds of silence (pop, I think)

-Faded (pop)

- can't hold us (pop)

-more than you know (pop)

-my way (pop)

-blinding lights (pop)

-dusk till dawn (pop)

- blindest of all (classical. Webtoon fans will know what this is

Day 8: Write a poem about a piece of literature you enjoy

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Said piece is called Fahrenheit 451, otherwise known as the "best" dystopian novel. But that's suggestive. I just appreciate it as a genuinely interesting piece of literature,


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Fire- is not what science think: a reaction of molecules and combustion
The beauty int it, is the way its problems all end up burning to extinction
The question is not if you love, but rather, are you loved
Would people cry their hearts out if you die fighting for a lost cause
Have you ever broken routine, and stopped rushing- to look out a window ?
The blurriness of your life not half the brightness of the webs spider sow
Have you ever seen the rustling of leaves, the cool feathers and frost of the night ?
Or were you too busy talking to people who rejoice seeing the display of flames and shied light
Are you done destroying the things you live on ? Done burning the soil at your feet ?
Will you start seeing the beauty of a lover's sigh behind your face, beyond your teeth
And see what kind of velours bring the sweat of construction ?
Instead of the blackened coals that hold the weight of destruction.

Day 9: Write a poem about an emotion

Happy pills:
Suns of happiness having been bottled up
Just like memories, moons of happy times where all things went well
For you to drown into when you're feeling down

Day 10: Write a poem about a season (everything but winter. It's just so overused)

On Wings of Spring

The leaves rustled against each other
Bathing below the shade of emerald trees
The caring nature, who is their mother
Spread her wings across grassy seas.

The sand being happy to get the slight heat
That warmed, boiled, burned below the soft light
Was trying its best to provide a seat
For visitors looking for solance in the chill of the night.

All the drops of water in the river
Flowed hand in hand through hills and slopes
They didn't make those people shiver
As the pleasant waters warmed their hopes.

The bright colours exploded in all possible directions
Scarlet, turquoise, magenta bursting in blasts of colours
Signifying the beginning of many occasions,
And of many dazzling new wonderous summers.

The wind caressed the green leaves
With a frosty bite and the promise of cold
Again, the time comes for the leaves
To shed their emerald coat for gold.

Day 11: Free

The world we live in is filled with constellations of words :
Words smoldering with passion,
words fluttering with pain
Words that spring from the anvil of our hearts, like sparks in the rain

But the world is also atop a cemetery of withered words
Words that have died with use
Words with such meaning, that have been used too many a time
Until they have no meaning at all
Word like the angelic “beautiful”
That now, when spoken, would barely cross our hearts
Words like “good” come in such a plentiful
That now means terrible, in dishonest talk.

So many words have flowered in our hearts, only to wither on our tongues
So much fiery passion has sprung in us only to choke us in our lungs
Words words words, they aren’t just dead ink and whispered wind
They are the fluttering all around, they are the mirror of our being
But so many of them have died
Does the “I love you” whispered below a night sky,
Mean the same anymore ? When it is said with a sigh,
When it is murmured in the night, and repeated everyday ?
Does it mean the same when the words just become routine in your day ?

The stars are dying and the constellations far above are shattering
And in them I see etched the passion in all the words that now are dying
But stars die to step down for new stars to radiate in the skies
And maybe change comes for everything and shouldn’t be denied
Words like “beautiful” shatter, but like a caterpillar, morph into a wonderful butterfly
Of a myriad of words- of “gorgeous” and “breathtaking”’s and “stunning”’s
And “good” falter to reveal words with much striking meaning
In a world of “perfect”’s and “out of this world” sayings
But there is a word that once faltered, can never reveal the hidden beauty
As it has no skin to shed, as it is simple raw and crude magnificenty
A word that has burned its way into our hearts,
But seem to barely make us bristle anymore
A word that has ended many things and caused many starts
But now breaks beneath its own weight like a forsaken anchor
This is the word that has combusted itself into flames and dust scattered in the masses
And yet one day, “I love you” will flower above its ashes.

Day 12: Write a poem which starts with so-so number of words, and with each verse it goes down by one until the last verse only has one word

16 words

The sun is radiating outside on the porch, amongst blooming sakura trees and timid, new flowers
Bathing it all in soft light and warmth, dropping gold on diamond-shaped emerald leaves
Birds chirping outside, bees buzzing across cotton candy clouds, serenity and placidity basking everywhere
The soft murmur of a small river that drops upon slopes and hills
Touches my ears, like the symphony of nightingales, birds of perfect harmony
The scent of baked pies and cookies wafting through the air
As the sun rises higher still, in the boiling sky
Reds and oranges and yellows filling up the sky
Crimsons and magentas burning up the flaming horizon
As it lifts itself one last time
Before dropping softly to the ground
The last rays of gold stroking
The emerald leaves and feathers
The serene, placid river
Caressing the skies
And finally
Sets.