Young Writers Society

Of all the poems I’ve sat and written About you, my feelings, and my confusion This is the last one, I swear I’ve realised it’s over Took me a while ...

This really impressed me, Brad. Very good job; the imagery captured my attention well. Mmm... the unicorn line in the second stanza seems a little on the cheesy/cliche end, though... ...

clacking breaking glass dead workbooks old people playing boules saint denis with his head in his hands literally brown plastic cup of hot chocolat salami baguette giving the pickles to ...

*smiles in a kind of scared way* this is one of my cheesy rhyming poems that just came to me, so...try not to be incredibly harsh. The sky is falling ...

Very nice written... Good images, very well thought. yeah, who rearranges the puzzle so that it is pretty again when make-up designers and costume directors aren’t there to fix what ...

have you ever felt the rough edge of society let it cut through your skin and you love the pain and bathe in the loneliness the mental incapacity to understand ...

Mmm.. I like this. A lot. It's so true.. You've been able to capture what I haven't: the real feelings behind teenagers without using cliches. I keep reading this over ...

you are a lovesaint bless my soul with divine influence or stab it with crossed knives my fate is out of my hands. raise the red hot poker like some ...

it's grey, peppery coughs hacking through the fleshy night. my hot, white light pierces my eyes and licks the pink wall. i crave pills but vitamin c tablets will do. ...

Wow. This poem really didn't seem like you. Don't ask if that's good or bad because you know me...and I don't know. Heh, nice long titles...I'm gonna do that sometimes! ...

glittering pink flower earrings, auburn plaits heated by the sun, café mascara hanging off long lashes are not enough to satisfy the serpent in me. i need holes in my ...

Hm. I got it and I liked up until this part! Agh! "Don’t wave those white flag just yet don’t let it get so out of hand that I can’t ...

i woke up with you in my arms with a smile as wide as you on my face. do you remember when i won you when the stars were red ...

***i suppose it's sort of a story in a poem in a story in a poem*** frilled dresses look so pretty against skinny white legs twirling happily on sparkling marble ...

As I wait here Waiting for someone to come back And tell me that I’m loved That I’m still alive That I’m forgiven I still don’t know What yesterday will ...