Guthrie Memorial Teen Writer's Club

Guthrie Memorial Teen Writer's Club
The Guthrie Memorial Library Round Table Writers, so named for the table in our meeting room, have been sharing ideas and stories since November, 2010. We have been visited by Hanover Poet Laureates past and present, and we welcome any opportunity to learn more about the art of writing.

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Springs Harmony

The world is warm,

skys are blue and clouds white,

flowers blooming in many hues,

children outside under the skys on the grass,

playing games like tag and catch,

grinning from ear to ear,

their laugh eachoing throughout the town,

parents sitting out on the porch,

talking casually as their children play,

their minds at peace watching their fun games,

in these moments life is perfect,

and the world is a warm place.

Monday, April 25, 2011

Gone

Standing waist deep in the life bearing grass of a calm plain,


basking in the suns warm gaze,


slowly breathing in the sweet fragrence of harmony,


growing more and more at rest with every breath,


ready to let go of conciousness,


and let sleep blanket my thoughts.




For a moment peace was my world,


the steady gaze of warmth was my light,


and sleep was at last a place of rest.




A fire erupts across the plain,


consuming the life in every blade of grass,


eating away at the calm winds and sweet fragrences,


smothering the suns warmth from existence,


and coating the sky in a choking darkness.




In flames my peaceful world falls to ashes,


the rageful inferno currupts my sight,


and sleep is a wasteland of piercing screams.

Friday, April 8, 2011

What must be said.

Don't wait to say what's on your mind,

letting slip precious time,

as thoughts possess your mind.


Say what must be said,

don't wait for a less awkward time,

this is your chance to free your mind.


A greater consequence if tongue's held,

losing what you sought to understand,

feeling the unknown surround.


Say what must be said,

free your mind from burdens held within,

live life tongue unheld.



What is a man?

A man is someone who lends a hand,

someone who strives to help,

someone who cares to listen,

someone who loves to see you smile.


A man is someone who stands by you,

someone who you can trust,

someone who can catch you,

someone who will mend your wounds.


A man is someone who holds back pain,

someone who wipes away tears,

someone who does not complain,

someone who can fall and get back up.


A man is someone who lifts mountains,

someone who you can lean on,

someone who can hold you up,

someone who will warm your soul.


A man is someone who will not give up,

someone who works until the sun has set,

someone who faces all adversity,

someone who does what must be done.


A man is someone who looks you in the eye,

someone who shakes hands,

someone who opens doors,

someone who greets with a smile.


A man is someone who is seen as a hero,

someone who we all look up to,

someone who we are proud to know,

someone who we live to become.



Thursday, April 7, 2011

Supress the swelling water, as it knocks at the door, hold your breath and pretend like you don't hear, lock it deep down within, in a place of solitary, where the weeping can't be heared, and the tears can't torment, just lock it away and hope, that in time the waters will calm, and peace will breack this endless torment.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

IMPORTANT - THIS WEEK'S MEETING!!

Hello All,

I can't make it Thursday night. I don't know if any of the other adults will be there, but you guys can meet without me for one week. For the assignment, you should do the story of a day poem I posted last week; for those of you who have done it, use what you have or write another one with a different letter.

Focus on creating a mood that is sustained from beginning to end: frantic, lazy, relaxed, tense, paranoid - whatever you decide, have fun with it!

See you on the 21st!

Saturday, April 2, 2011

Moon's Domain

Suns are setting

Moons are waking

Skys begin to darken

Into the moon's domain

Raining its power over all who seek it

Open your front door and you'll see it

The circle of the world's fascination

Pretty in its glory

And beautiful in its power

Night is when the creatures come out to play

When everything comes to life