Young Writers Society

I’m learning how to be in love With every passing day The fireworks that fall about me Dance my breathe away And every time I try to grasp it, For ...

Travel in space see what’s in store, The atmosphere greets us with pleasure. Melodies soaring and whispering behind us, A lunacy fringe caught in motion. Fortress of lonesome octaves, Captivated ...

At last. Something poetically tangible (or so I hope) from me. Sorry it it's bad, but my writer's block is making everything I write pretty lousy right now. Cling to ...

today was so quiet i could hear the ice melt in my glass. sunlight trickled through the windows and the sheets were white and clean, soft against my bare legs. ...

Each cannonball floats inYour bathwaterEach trailing orange-brownSparksand leaves megasping and grasping to clutch your climaxbecause “I love you” never gets old.

I look in the mirror, And who's the girl I see? Thank goodness that she's me, And me is me is me. Her smile shines, From the inside out, And ...

i am a frog who challenged a god the battle was rough but he was too tough in the end , i fell and died on the dusty earth i ...

Look at me! I’m your puppet I sing and dance And play my clarinet Just for you, my darling Because, as you can plainly see I need you to be ...

Sleek and thin Like horse hair on a violin Flowing and drowning in matrimonial bonding A bickering mess of music makers Willing girls with savvy smiles Tracing their way to ...

I cannot feel your pain; I guess I am too happy. Don't tell me what I say, Is "totally sappy". If you have a problem, With who I am, That's ...

Awww... this is so sweet! ...I think I am in love with you now. It's just... when I read it, I got this sudden picture of your stomach flopping on ...

i hate you. another perfect poem? what's wrong with you? the title - intriging, caught my eye immediately. the poetry - we'll...uh...get to that later. the opening line - not ...

This was a colaboration between me and CL. Hope you enjoy it You fell in my hands, flailing, praying lips morphed with mine beckoning for passion. your flashing eyes, floating ...

We all watch what we're doing, Every moment, Every day, Our movements can be misleading, And we do watch what we say, It's as if we're under a watchful eye, ...

Teacher, five children, they hurt me They say it’s my fault that I’m black They said I was wicked, a sin against God What do I do, fight back? Daddy, ...