Young Writers Society

I don't really have a theme yet, but we'll see what happens

Table of contents


1. Broken lanterns lead my broken wings
2.Time always unravels itself
3. do doors ever open?
4. imperfect perfections
5.broken frost
6.colors
7. Misunderstanding devastates
8.Constant reminders of one way reciprocity
9.delicate suspicions
10.The unmesurable end
11.the crafted pieces of you
12.the sun's forgotten ashes
13.star burning
14. Words set in stone ereased
15. forgotten trees
16.midnight soul
17.sunbeams bring
18.left undone
19. saving smile
20.extinguishing flame
21.pounding waves
22. building wounds
23.hiding the everyday
24.unsprung spring
25.future
26.fluttering songs
27.distorted
28.all that's false
29.Crushed stars
30.whats broken is beautiful

broken lanterns lead my broken wings

does a moth ever get tired of always reaching for the light
Because it's impossible to break through this mist window
and the light gets dimmer with each press of delicate wing
but yet they still strive
almost making progress
before falling to the laced net below
one day the window shatters
breaking into a million pieces
and we finally make it
and stain-glass wings melt under the sun
and we fall to the dust
broken

Time always unravlles itself

As i sit here unpicking the threads of time
I realize
It's important to count your blessing while you have them
Because sometimes winds come like a hurricane to blow them down like Dominos
Crashing down
And ending all you know.
And even when it feels that the bad times never end
But when they tumble down like a boulder when Sisyphus decides to stop pushing
You'll miss them when they're gone
When you have nothing
Count your blessings

Trinity <3 You're doing great! I love the conversational-voice of the 2nd poem, and also the winding imagery. In that first poem, moth's a beautiful poetic motif -> if you haven't read "The Lesson of the Moth" by Don Marquis that's my all time favorite poem. I like what you did with it, and that poem also totally fit your mosaic motif with the stained glass reference too.

Good luck this month, looking forward to reading much more Trinity poetry! <3

Thanks so much alliyah!!
I'm really glad you liked my poems! I'll have to read that poem soon!
Thanks again!

Hi Trinity!

The moth poem is really haunting, and I love the imagery, it's very vivid. "laced net" and "stain-glass" bring to mind this sort of very intricate and zoomed-in visual of the moths. I also like the allusion "when Sisyphus decides to stop pushing" in your second poem. I thought it was a good way to convey how heavy the crashing things are. "unpicking the threads of time" is also a neat image. Both poems make me think of 'patterns' actually, which like alliyah said fits in really nicely with your thread title/ theme!

All the best for NaPo!

Do doors ever open?

I have many doors that go to no where
They fill my small home with emptiness
I open each one wondering if just by hopeing they will become somthing
But they stay connected to their wood frame
Keeping me in my prison
I know there must be a key under all these mats
But they're so transparent they hide everything
Some of them were woven from my hope, but i ran out years ago
So i switched to using hate
It is better at hiding
My lost secrets
I am stuck
Behind the door of my mind.

broken frost

Diamonds glitter on the frozen ground
They shimmer and sparkle as the winter sun refracts
I am blinded by the light
As my soul connects with each fleck of frost
A million pieces of verying shapes
Some flects ruined by memories of the ground and the remnants of smoke stacks
All separate and together at the same moment
Frozen in time
Until suddenly
It ends
As it's scouped up into the perfect snowball
That made your perfect day
Yet the snowball is left behind
Smashed
Again broken
Will it ever be put back together?
Will you put me back together?

Hi Trinity! You're off to a fabulous start this NaPo. I just wanted to stop by to say that the way you have the "Perfect" being part of two lines in Imperfect Perfections is really interesting and memorable! The way you have that word centered and bolded adds a lot of visual emphasis as well that's very effective.

And I really enjoyed broken frost. Your imagery is stunning there; I especially love "As my soul connects with each fleck of frost" and "All separate and together at the same moment". *chef's kiss*. The shift to "I" pronouns at the end is an interesting twist, too - the ending is </3

Keep up the fabulous poeting!

Thanks so much Seirre! I really appreciate your comment! It helps to know what aspects are liked
I'm glad you liked Imperfect prefections too, i was unsure about it. Thanks for reading and commenting!
-Trinity

I jave zero comprehension of this poem, and it's not great, but it's been a long day and I'm cutting it close to the deadline so...
What are colors
What are colors?
They are mixtures of pigments
They are the cones in your eye
Maybe there all you can see when you hear my words
They are what makes up our world
And that means our world is based on
Abetraty definitions
Of what's read and what's the sky's deep blue
What are colors
They are my imagination
They are the center of your hart
They are what makes music plays
There all I can see when i alone
What are colors
They are life
What are colors

Yes I do know that the syllible count is of shhhh

When all seems fine
hate flys on misunderstanding
Ending all that's known