Young Writers Society

Dead girls seem to cry together,
In the silence of the night,
Their voices whispering softly,
Telling tales of loss and plight.


Their tears fall from lifeless eyes,
As they mourn what could have been,
Their sorrow echoes in the dark,
A sound no one else has seen.


They weep for the dreams they had,
The hopes they'll never know,
The future they'd envisioned,
Now buried deep below.


Dead girls seem to cry together,
For the world, they leave behind,
For the love, they'll never feel,
For the memories left behind.


Their voices may be silent,
But their tears still fall like rain,
A reminder of the lives they led,
And the pain they left in vain.

April 8th (lost power so i am a day behind)


Once delicate and light,
With colors soft and bright,
Fluttering in the sun,
A symbol of beauty undone.


For soon a threat will come,
A danger yet to run,
As the moth and the butterfly,
Will share a fate that will deny.


For the day will come so fast,
When the wings will fall at last,
And the fluttering will cease,
As the deadly virus increase.


And we'll mourn the graceful flight,
Of the creatures in our sight,
For the beauty that once was,
Will now reveal its flaws.


So let us cherish every wing,
Every flutter, every spring,
For we know not what will be,
The fate of each butterfly and moth we see.

In the absence of my mother's embrace,
And my father's comforting grace,
I'm left to face this world alone,
With no one to call my own.


But as I wander through fields of green,
With butterflies fluttering in between,
I feel a sense of peace and calm,
Gently lifting me like a soothing balm.


Their wings beat soft against my skin,
A reminder that I'm not alone within,
For nature's creatures are my kin,
And in their presence, I can begin


To heal my wounded heart and soul,
And let the pain and sadness go,
For in this moment, I am free,
And surrounded by love unconditionally.


So though my parents may be gone,
And life can often feel like a storm,
I know I'll always find my way,
As long as I'm surrounded by butterflies each day.

I killed my past butterflies
For they reminded me of my mother
Whose love and care were pure and bright
But her memories only caused me to suffer


The delicate wings, once so alive
Now lay still and lifeless at my feet
Their beauty faded, no longer thrive
The reminder of a past I can't defeat


The fluttering creatures once brought joy
And reminded me of a mother's love
But now their wings I must destroy
For her image now brings sorrow and pain to mind, thereof


Gone are the days of innocence and light
When I saw butterflies as a thing of beauty
Now I see them only as a painful reminder of a fight
A constant battle between the past and the duty


My past must fade into the night
Like the butterflies that once flew free
For the future I must now fight

@alliyah Thank you!

I want to drown in a sea of butterflies,
A place where all my worries simply dies.
Their delicate wings, like a work of art,
Their beauty transcends every human heart.


With colors that are vibrant and bold,
A sight that never gets old.
Like the sweetest melody,
Their fluttering wings set me free.


I want to lose myself in their grace,
Feel their gentle touch upon my face.
Their tiny bodies, light as a feather,
Their dance, like a symphony that lasts forever.


In this sea, I float with ease,
My worries and fears, they cease to tease.
All that's left is pure joy and delight,
As I embrace the beauty of this sight.


Oh, how I want to drown in this sea,
And be forever lost in its mystery.
For in this moment, I am free,
In the warm embrace of butterfly poetry.

In the garden of yellow butterflies,


The light shines bright and free.


It dances and flutters in the wind,


A sight that fills me with glee.


But as I stand here in this place,


I feel my heart begin to ache.


For though the light is beautiful,


It also makes my spirit quake.


For the light reminds me of the past,


Of all the love that's come and gone.


And though I try to move ahead,


I find my sorrow lingers on.


So let me drown in my emotion,


Let me suffocate in this pain.


For only then can I make sense,


Of the feelings that remain.

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day
In this world of fleeting moments, we cannot stay
Our wings are delicate and fragile, prone to fray
But we dance in the sunshine, in our own unique way


We marvel at the beauty of the world around
How the trees sway gently, and the leaves whisper sound
We savour sweet nectar, and the scent of the ground
And we soar through the skies, without any bound


But all too soon, we realize our time is short
Our wings grow weary, as we begin to distort
And then at last, we must approach the final resort
To leave this world behind, but with memories to transport


So let us embrace the moments, and make them count
For we are like butterflies who flutter for a day
And though we may be fragile and weak, we still have a sway
To bring beauty and joy to those we meet on our way.

Butterflies are more like flowers,
With wings that flutter and colors that tower.
They dance in the fields and soar in the sky,
Graceful and free, they catch every eye.


Their only advantage is that they can fly,
Touching the clouds as they pass by.
But they are more than just beings of air,
They bring joy and wonder everywhere.


With delicate wings and vibrant hues,
Butterflies inspire love and beauty anew.
They remind us to cherish life's simple pleasures,
To find happiness in the smallest treasures.


Yes, butterflies are more like flowers,
Fragile and lovely, with magical powers.
They fill our world with wonder and grace,
A fleeting gift that we should embrace.

The moth prefers the moon,
Drawn to its soft and gentle glow.
It flutters in the dark,
And dances to and fro.


But why does it avoid the sun,
With its bright and shining face?
Perhaps it fears the burning heat,
And seeks a cooler place.


The butterfly, on the other hand,
Loves to bask in daylight's rays.
With wings like stained glass windows,
It flits and dances through the haze.


It shuns the darkness of the night,
And seeks the warmth of day.
Perhaps it loves the sun because
It helps it to fly and play.


Every living creature responds
To light in its own way.
Some seek the safety of the shade,
While others love the light of day.


So, let us all embrace the light
And find our own paths through the night.
Whether we love the sun or moon,
It is our journey that matters most soon.

Always Evolving


The winds of time flow endlessly,

And never stop to take a breath.

The currents of life move fluidly,

And lead us through from birth to death.


As we journey through the ebb and flow,

We must learn to adapt and grow.

Evolution is the key to our growth,

Life is not a straight and narrow road.


With every step we take and choice we make,

Our destiny becomes clearer than before.

Embrace the change and never forsake,

For every iteration leads to something more.


Always evolving, always learning,

Open to opportunity and new beginnings.

Let the winds of life keep churning,

And discover the magic that comes from within.


So let us spread our wings and soar,

Toward the horizon that is yet unseen.

For life's potential is boundless

In the woods, beneath the trees,

Nature's gentle hum whispers to me.

A soothing breeze, a rustling leaf,

The world outside, a sort of relief.


The colors change, the seasons pass,

But nature's pulse forever lasts.

The rustling leaves, the flowing streams,

Are the peace that fills my daydreams.


Among the ferns and mountain peaks,

I find solace, and freedom I seek.

The sun and stars blaze so bright,

As I bask in the morning light.


Nature's power, her eternal flame,

Ignites my soul, and sets my spirit free.

A deep connection, a bond untamed,

Nature's beauty is my sanctuary.