Young Writers Society

This is just one of my many challenges that I'm driving myself nuts with this month, but it's all good.

Anyway, I probably won't get a lot of good poems written, but hopefully I'll write a few! Also, I do have to admit that I told my poetry class about this cause I was insane.

Anyway, hope to write some good poetry! Can't wait!!

I actually kind of like this one, mostly cause it's about the present. And it happened, except the last stanza was cold and wet...


Showery

As I drifted to sleep,
I thought of rain.
Of cloudy skies all day
And raindrops lightly falling
Onto a blue umbrella
As I walked home.

While I slept,
I dreamed of rain.
Of running alongside others
Through the downpour.
The raindrops warm and wet
On my skin.

When I woke up,
The sky warned of rain.
Of cloudy skies all day
And raindrops lightly falling
Warm and wet on my skin
As I walk home.

Not so sure about this one, but it's written. Maybe typing it will help with the formatting...

Silence Unbroken

This is a metaphor for
Silence unbroken.
The past calls to her,
A sweet siren song showing
Up on the Caller ID

Crowds of people chattering,
There's anticipation in the air.
The excitement is building
As the time draws near.
The parade is about to start.

The band is ready
And the drums commence,
Pounding out a rhythm
That echoes through vibrations
And saying, 'We're coming!'

The cymbals call out a greeting,
As the roll off sounds and
The band starts playing:
Trumpets, trombones, baritone horn
And the clarinet floating above all.

It's a cycle of sound, repeating
Until the parade ends.
The temptation is there;
But, she turns away from
The ringing phone.


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And that's better than the draft I had before. So, definite case of some internal structure and external structure. Some metaphor to it, but I don't know how much it is... I do kind of like how it came out.

I am not dead!! My poetry just got trapped in my notebook and I'm only just now typing them up. And, I am behind by maybe 9 or 10 poems. >.<

Numbers 3-6:

4/3/09
Thunderstorm

Watching a thunderstorm
On the screened in porch,
Almost outside in the rain
Has just a hint of danger.

Seeing the rain
Pounding the ground,
You feel the spray
And the thrill of danger.

Lightning flashes once
Count to five and
The thunder roars,
Creating a sense of danger.

Standing in the middle
Of a powerful force;
You experience the rush,
But are protected from danger.

4/4/09
I Saw Jesus

I saw Jesus on the cross
Looking down at
The dead and
Rotting souls
Under his feet.
The moment flashed
By in just a second,
But he’s still there,
Surrounded by the
Tombstones and graves.

4/5/09
In Stone

He stared at the
Name written in
Stone. The harsh
Sun beat down
On his face, at
Odds with his
Feelings. There
Should be storms,
Wailing with the
Emotion he could
Not show, not to
These people, not
At this time. The
Only time he would
Allow himself to let
Go would be after
The service ended,
After the mourners left,
When he could curl up
With his friend and cry,
While thinking of the
Man whose name is
Now written in stone.

4/6/09
Unplugging the Network

The rain-logged chatroom
Keeps spluttering out
Messages. Thunderstorm
Warnings abound and
A flood watch is in
Effect for your area.
Extra electricity in
The sky shuts down
The world and leaves
Us all alone with
Dimly lit screens.
Impatient for the ending,
Can I log on yet?

Here are my remaining 10 poems for this month.

7. A Penny Saved

To Spike, from Jack.

A penny saved in a penny earned,
More money in the bank.
You are my penny, I have learned,
Even if you hit like a tank.

I’m sure you will kill me
When you hear this sonnet,
But before you collect my fee
With a bee in your bonnet,

Just let me say
That you are my cent,
Because you show me the way;
My time is well spent.

Pennies are good luck,
But now is my time to duck!



8. Insanity Sonnet

Penguins falling from the sky-
The grass has turned blue-
Chickens running by-
The trees are beginning to moo!

Something has gone wrong-
Pumpkins are flying through the air-
The rocks are now singing a song-
Used as a weapon against the bear!

Hammers smash against toes-
Things have gotten out of hand-
Reaching new lows-
Chaos rules the land!

Insanity abounds-
No one can reign in the hounds!



9.

The battle rages-
Muddy fields, rain of arrows.
What a foolish choice.



10.

What little it took
To reach the island of Venice
Where they hid,
But still, the warriors
Didn’t take a chance.
The deception of water.


11.

In the third crusade,
Richard the Lionheart fought
Against Saladin



12.

What a sad tale, when
The children on a crusade
Were lost: sold as slaves.


13.

Why can’t I focus
On the more important things
Instead of nothing?


14.

Her presence was everywhere
Within her boundaries, flowing
Through all of the trees that
Brought her life. Her leaves
Sang a song with or without
The company of the wind,
Gently whispering her
Thoughts and feelings.

She hardly ever received
Many visitors who stayed very
Long when she was in a mood.
The constant whispering got to
Those humans, especially when
The wind was not singing along
With her. They had these
Preconceived ideas and they
Rarely liked it when things
Deviated from those ideas.
Still, she continued to sing
To herself, allowing herself to
Freely dance through the trees.


15.

Sunset and Nathan are now standing on the curve of a road.
There is a downpour of rain.
Sunset's car is coming towards them.
It should be turning, but it keeps going straight.
Sunset's car goes off the road.
It crashes into a tree.
Silence but for the rain.


16. Eleemosynary

It was rusty now,
Old and forgotten, Jack found
The charity box.

17.

She beckoned to him
from out the window,
her siren song leading him on.
He hung back from the window,
unsure about the whole thing,
but a tear rolled down her cheek.

“I can’t fly,” the man shouted to her,
“I’m not like you.” Tears ran down her face
and down his as well. “I’ve tried,
God knows, I’ve tried, but I can’t.”

She called out to him again and he couldn’t
resist anymore. This was tearing him apart,
so he got up on the ledge. He stepped off
and began to fall; her tears accompanying him
on his fatal flight.