Young Writers Society

~33~
ode to bed

o my bed
why are you so comfortable?
you pull me in
wrap me in a warm hug
cradle my head
i sink in
and you wrap me tighter
caressing my tired body
always there for me
to cry to read to nap to sleep

o my bed
made of springs and cotton
my home of sleep
one of the best places for comfort
you lull me unconcious
i can't avoid you for long
humans' need for sleep is constant
refreshing us and reviving our energy
my need is great
and you love me so

o my bed
i love you so
you warm me when cold
wrapping me under layers of soft
like a mother's arms
cuddling a baby
this is so comfortable
i could stay here forever
oh, is that the alarm clock?
five more minutes...

#33 is seriously #relatable. Me, every single morning!

Also, #28 is very cool! I love the shapes you've made with the letters, especially the "spiral"!

Thanks @Cadi! Lol yes though xD I'm also glad that you like #28! (I wasn't completely sure about it when I wrote it and was trying to do something other than a normal poem format and wasn't sure how it turned out) c:

~34~
childish views

i've always thought
that caterpillars are beautiful
___just the same as butterflies
so i never understood
the story of the ugly caterpillar
where he was made fun of and told to scat
no one wanted to be his friend
___but i did
i wanted to be his friend the whole way through
from 'ugly' caterpillar
to 'beautiful' butterfly

the world has a set version of 'pretty'
___beauty is just in our heads
___ugliness is too
i've always felt beautiful
even though i hear the whispers of 'ugly caterpillar'

you've told me that i have childish views
and need to grow up
see things the way they really are
___i think i already see them the way the are
___or at least the way they should be
children don't have their eyes spoiled
by the ways of the world
___not just yet
i think they see it truly as it is
so you can laugh at me for my 'childish views'
but i'll keep looking at the world
through the eyes of a child

~35~
night air

i love the night
after the sun hides behind the hill
the air cools off
crickets start to play
sometimes you can smell
the comforting scent of campfires
burning in the distance
but just the crisp night air is all i need
to calm me down from a busy summer day

~36~
lost thoughts

i'm trying to write a poem
but my thoughts have run away
my fingers don't know what to type
but i want to write a poem today

i wonder where my thoughts when
did they run away in my imagination
and take my inspiration with them?
they must be having a grand time
relaxing in streams of dreams
and sipping liquid ideas

i must go seek them out
so i can write this poem
there's no time for vacation
napo is almost over
and i want a poem a day

i'll tack up a sign
"have you seen them?"
maybe someone can help me find them
or at least give me some replacements
just for this poem

poems are tricky things to begin with
but with no inspiration
i'm left with nothing to write about
all these prompts feel flat
and these pictures already used

so please
have you seen them?

~37~
consequences

you've always told me there was consequences for my actions
but you never defined 'consequences'
it always had the connotation of being a strict punishment in my mind
but really it's just the reaction for my actions
the effect after my cause
not always bad
but not always good

the consequence of saying mean words to the little weird looking kid
was a crying child and a scolding mother
but if i thought before i acted
and told that kid to come sit with me at the lunch table
i don't mind if my friends don't like you
because if they laugh they're not very good friends
and you can even have one of my cookies that my mom make just for making friends
the consequence was a new happy friend whose smile lights up a room
no matter how weird they look

there are consequences for every action
but will you let that word keep the world's negative connotation?
or will you give it back it's proper meaning
and flip it back just to the reaction to your action?

~38~
flame in the dark

i love to light a candle just before bed
set the large jar atop my dresser
strike a match
set the flame on its wick
and watch it cling to the candle stem
after i turn the lights off
it dances slightly on its pole
melting the wax near
letting the aroma fill the room
the s'mores scent reminding me of summer campfires
and late nights under the endless sky
sprinkled with stars
too soon it's time to sleep
so i set the lid upon the candle top
watch the flame hungrily eat up the rest of the air
it flickers then detaches from the wick
and fades off into gray smoke
the light fading with it
but the reminiscent scent lingering past the flame

~39~
spring again

the cold air has burned my lungs for too long
i long for the color or growing green things
and early spring colors
i long for the lush green grass to lay upon
and make pictures out of the clouds
snow glittering can only please me for so long
before the whites and browns blend to a dull winter haze
but this morning
i stepped outside to grab the paper
bracing myself for a blast of cold frosty air
but instead was met with a warmer gentle breeze
brushing my cheek
and the sound of the creek rising as the snow is melting
and i knew it would soon be
spring again

~~40~~
my final farewell

goodbye my friends
i bind you farewell
these waters have been turbulent
but we have conquered the waves and then some
these poems haven't all been great
but triumphs have been made
inspiration driving us onward
the cheering from the crowd motivation to keep on
i thank you for sticking with me
through terrible poems and great
my farewell will be short and sweet
hopefully not too hastily made

this is my final farewell
...until next year that is