Young Writers Society

To celebrate the gorgeous art form that is poetry I want to write and share as many poems as possible throughout April.
I have a list of 30 prompts - likely i won't get through them all, and i may also write poems not from prompts depending on how i feel.
Basically this is just my raw, unfiltered thoughts, feelings, philosophical ideas and stories that i come up with during April.
Happy National Poetry Month <3

Contents:
1. A celebration of poetry
2. Our own world
3.

1. A celebration of poetry

Every few days I get a fleeting whim
to write a poem.
To pour my heart out onto paper.
Today is one of those days.

My hand is a blur
as I grip my pen tight.
The sentences flow from my mind like ink,
Incoherent, chaotic, poetry.

I hear people say
"Poetry is a lazy-man's prose"
"Poetry needs to rhyme"
And i wince with pain

Poetry, you see, is art.
It is like a painting of someone's mental state
A snapshot of life, frozen in time.
It is beautiful, and unique, and liberating,
And it does NOT need to rhyme.

2. Our own world

Our own world - this one
That we see and feel and hear
is unique - no one else
can know your joy or fear.

Our own world - this one
that is scary dark and cold
Is lonely, this isolation
is truly something to behold.

Our own world - when at last
some joy seeps through the cracks,
there's no one to share it with,
it's a massive anticlimax.

But there's wonder, somehow
in our struggles to explain
The fleeting moments of hope
that intersperse the pain.

There's wonder - somehow
in our grins that crinkle eyes,
the rare times of real connection
and wondrous moments of surprise.

This rare wonder, some days,
that fills my soul to the brim,
becomes so much greater,
when you realise just one thing.

Our own world is your own world
it's not scary, dark, or cold.
That feeling fades away when you know
it's truly soemthing to behold.