Young Writers Society

I am so excited! It took me forever to find this forum, but I found it.

Here is the first one

Free
They tell me that I’m different,
That’s OK with me,
Because different,
Is all I want to be.

They whisper, and they stare,
But what do I care?

My goal in life is difference,
Something no one wants to be,
But with difference,
I am free.

should i get rid of the middle stanza?

I swear that i wrote it... i just forgot to post it.
Words flitter
Through my ears
Some bitter,
Sharp as shears.


Others kind,
That follow me
Throughout my
Years.

please excuse the awfulness of my poem, but i was falling asleep in my seat.

So tired

Eyes close
As I drift
Off to sleep,
I wonder of the
dreams I shall keep.

Thoughts of tomorrow
Cloud my mind,
Memories of yesterday,
Relieve my sorrow.

Sing and dance,
Sing and dance,
All across the room,
We can even tidy up,
If you bring a broom.

Laugh and play,
Laugh and play,
You go have some fun,
But remember to come back home,
When the day is done

Yay for NaPo-ers! n_n

They tell me that I’m different,
That’s OK with me,
Because different,
Is all I want to be.

They whisper, and they stare,
But what do I care?

My goal in life is difference,
Something no one wants to be,
But with difference,
I am free.

should i get rid of the middle stanza?

I don't think you should get rid of the middle stanza, because it reinforces the message of the poem, which is what you should always be striving for. It's talking about not caring about being different, and that's what the middle stanza is too, so I think you should keep it. ^_^

Words flitter
Through my ears
Some bitter,
Sharp as shears.


Others kind,
That follow me
Throughout my
Years.

I really like this poem, because it's simple and to to the point. It's not about anything entirely too deep, but it's still sweet. There is something I've been noticing that I think you might want to try for your next day of NaPo. Poems don't have to rhyme, right? They can rhyme, but they don't have to. They should only rhyme, too, when it feels kind of natural. If you have to bend and twist sentences over and over to fit them into a rhyme, then maybe you should find a different sentence or you should try a non-rhyming poem.

NaPo, for me, is about experimenting with poetry, so I encourage you to try some different forms {non-ryhming poems, maybe some longer lines and stanzas, longer poems in general}, and try working in a bit more imagery as well.

=D

Feel free to PM me for anything.

-Hannah-

computer wouldn't let me post it yesterday

My tongue,
As sharp as a snakes,
Lets loose,
Words,
Not meant to,
Break.

Words,
Strewn bitter,
With haste.

forgot to post the poem for yesterday so here are both
p.s. i know they are awful
Kite

Don’t put
all of your
weight onto the torn
kite-string.
Loosen your
Grip
let go
walk away.
Not turning
back to see
your troubles float away.


The Dreaded Day

The days to come
With sadness laced
Are dreaded by those
Who hold her dear.

the tears we shed,
Are shed as one,
As we await,
the dreaded day.

Peter~ To tame a piano

1 and 2 and 3 and 4 and,
a steady chant,
an interminable rant.

A B C D E F G,
My fingers fly,
Up the keys.

Thanks Peter,
For all of this,
A much needed rhythm,
And other bits.

Dont even try to understand it, i know how awful it is.


Stumps in a lake,



I run my fingers,
Along the sand,
Of this long forgotten land.

The water shall rise,
As it tries,
To hide, these entirely secret lies.

I have seen,
What should have been,
In place of this broken battle field.

Nice one.

Sorry that I haven't been posting, but I write them at midnight. By then I am not able to post them, so here are mine for the past few days.


The 9th

I try to hide,
But her death is always,
By my side.

A constant nightmare,
To haunt my sleep.
A continuous shadow,
Here to creep.


10th

Very cheesy I know


I close my eyes,
Blocking my feelings,
That shall never rise.

She was there,
One moment,
Gone,
The next.

When will life be ready
To give me
A rest?
Never,
I guess.


11th..I should probably add more to it, but i couldn't think of anything.

When will they learn?
That trust is something,
You have to earn.

It’s not a toy,
But a truthful bind.
A much needed joy.


12th+ 13th I combined these

Seasons come,
And seasons go,
From summer sun,
To winter snow.

Autumn enters with
Dying grief.
As the woodland mammals,
Enter their deep sleep.

Seasons come,
And seasons go,
From summer sun,
To winter snow.

As Autumn leaves,
Winter comes,
A bitter wonderland,
Of winter snow.



I think I got the first stanza from somewhere, so I am devoting it to whoever wrote it. I might have never heard it though, so I wasn't sure what I should do.

Haha, we both wrote about seasons