Young Writers Society

I know something is wrong with this poem. I just cant figure it out. Will you give me suggestions? >When I was at my worst You showed me the light ...

You don’t know I’m there, but I’m watching You can’t tell, but I love you more then you know I might be far away but I’m closer then you think ...

As I wait on the bench, my arms handcuffed As I look around the dark room, shivering I begin to think of what's ahead of me My fate. I didn’t ...

I thought this was going to be happy, dammit! Anyway, it's good. I like it better than many of your poetry, mostly because the style is a little bit more ...

I traced my fingers around your body but you never wanted to be called a masterpiece, You don't mean to be rude but the knife in my hand is cutting ...

*I wrote this when I was eleven in italy it's one of my only decent poems from that time. Just wondered what you thought. I've put it up as i ...

oh wow, very powerful imagery and choice of words... casts a lot of coinciding emotions to the reader; I would not change a thing... although... you might want to... But ...

he has us all colour-coded in yellow-metal-ring binders filed under last name and cashspending hobby he catalogues his apolstery by pattern first, then hue and the chuck of metal thrashing ...

foliage - where are you? hidden beneath the concrete tremor only cement cracks show a shade of green in the darkened soot air a young boy with stoney limbs stares ...

Indigo Children I arousal Indigo Children of Tarturus painted dark with holy inscriptions what has left your healing tears pooling at your feet? is it the violent sun bursting into ...

Guys please could you post your thoughts and any comments on this. Thanks a lot! Outside, night sheds her dark mantle over the school, The rain makes glimmering pools on ...

Your eyes Are now small and watery, Bubbling with energy and excitement, As you take you very first step. They are pure and innocent-for the first and last time. They ...

For one to know is not always for one to find out.The never ending secret and the never ending lies for he is to scared to cover it up.sweaty palms ...

The crops in the fields sway, As I walk through, lost in thought, I hear the creatures at the end of day, Returning to nests, to their loved ones. Sky ...

ooooo....crows... I really enjoyed this one hon, I'd do a more indepth critique but I'm pressed for time. Later then I will. Betty