Young Writers Society

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

NIGHTFALL The dusky sky is turning blacker, Bright stars are coming out. The blueness is fading away, Night brings her fears and doubts. The Sun is a red ball on ...

I would really, really, really like everyone's comments. Good and bad. My Road Here I am, alone I walk Down roads of rocks and ice. There’s no one here with ...

MESSAGE FROM MIDNIGHT...SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE FIRST POST (WITH THE POEM SO GO DOWN TO MY MESSAGE AT THE BOTTOM OF THE POST FOR NOW WITH THE POEM UNTILL ...

BATTLE The clanging of swords, The beating of drums, The chanting of men, The killing of hopes. The screams of defiance, The screams of hatred, The screams of agony, The ...

The topic for the competition is "a building." I'm doing this through my school but I thought I'd let you rip this apart before my teachers, because I'm generally quite ...

"Dead Cat's Dead" We used to think that the buffet table was free and that whatever we desired from it was meant to be ours. I used to think that ...

Wide and Quaking Blue Mention something In painless prose To remind me who she’s wandering away from Lanking gloriously at half-assed fancy cocktail parties With a martini in one hand ...

It’s stings at the insides of my nose Coarse, stagnant scent Desert(ion) of red A place in half-empty overturned glass My world is crimsom tinted Alight and on fire A ...