Young Writers Society

The song composed by the watermelon pips that rained upon the sopping dirt was a lie. And it lay all night. Before you could reach it your leg gave way ...

dear Robdawg, I write this drunk, very profoundly (probably), but not stoned because I have quit that for fear that I would end up doing anything else and not knowing ...

I was inspired to write this after reading Wallace Steven's "Thirteen Ways to See a Blackbird." I. His eyes were fixed on dark, flat rooftops and the birds that moved ...

A bowl of soup in the summer, completely lukewarm, smiles sickly up at me, and I swish away old reflections of you: they've grown into the bottom of my bowls ...

Small Brown House on Triangle junction What business have you here? Big Black door on Front of Brown House What secrets do you obscure? Trimmed, short willows Arms held in ...

The reaper has already tried to steal my soul, Once during my birth, I was a miracle baby. Then it tried again and almost succeeded When I was four, I ...

Hey all, sorry to repost this one so quickly, I'm thinking of entering it into a poetry competition and would appreciate any comments that you can offer. It's been redone ...

"well-past noon" - I may be wrong but I feel as if that hyphen is not necessary. "& daygrogged spittleslobbed & wistful" - as a matter of personal pickiness I ...

It all started with heart ache who knew it would come to thisA sad day... a sad awakeningNext was the misery the deep depressionShe was lost, and could not be ...

( here is a poem i made at school it is a bit rubbish but it is rather amusing it was made a long time ago) To all the people ...

Here is a revision of the poem I posted not too long ago. I hope I've taken in any and all of the suggestions that you offered. Comments always appreciated, ...

I am Abbadon the leader of chaos. I am the demonlord, the king over all. I am the salt in your wound, the thorn in your side. I am the ...

Ok well, there are two types of free verse I think well. Either the deceptively simple or the intensely complex. You've definitely gone with the second option. Now please, please ...

He's just as lost as you are, Trapped in the world, an endless maze. Everything around is like a blurry haze, People without faces, people without change. They all try ...

Usually when we smile It means something Not to me Behind my smile Is so much They call me goth When constantly, I laugh And smile They call me weird ...