Young Writers Society

your barely audible whispers amongst the constant echoes the fading, constant echoes of repetitive dance beats and background dance beats and the nonsensical chatter of digitally edited females near sparkling ...

Dark and mysterious stranger, Walk my way, Tell me something, But tell me nothing, To give you away. I’ll know I’ll want you. And you’ll know it too. But I ...

[pre]Dark and mysterious stranger, Walk my way, Tell me something, But tell me nothing, To give you away. I’ll know I’ll want you. And you’ll know it too. But I ...

I need hard, honest critisism,pleeeeeeeez. I believe everyone Can have an opinion on the matter. I used to be idealistic, And what's called a romantic, But that was before. It ...

Think you're going to be in the spotlight Try looking around you You don't live in your own fairy tale You live in a world that's tough Try getting a ...

Your poem is quite strange in its writing, but unique in its point. "Does the satin on your bed remind you of white walls, fresh paint, the smell of new ...

The touch of your hand holds my mind in place has we float above the ground, tickling the clouds as we rise higher and higher, just us, together in the ...

Short and sweet I see. Wish I could dish out the poetry like this. I especially liked how you compared pretty boys to snipers, and how you wrote the word ...

hi yall well my name is jonny and im knew here so i am posting my first poem. tell me what you guys think. i wrote it right after the ...

Lol, the ending kinda caught me off gaurd there. All of a sudden, you're talking about your hair, lol. I loved this one, you know I always love our poetry, ...

The days grow short, The moments end, Good friends still lie, Nice boys pretend, To be so sweet, To be so nice, Lives waste away, Aimed at suffice. Time goes ...

Brilliant rhyming. I haven't seen such a flowing and easy to read rhyme scheme for an age until I read reminds me so much of mature published poems I've read. ...

~A DARK PAST~ Wounds now may heal Bruises won't last But something darker than blood Still haunts this man's past Deep cuts seal closed Burns start to pale But there ...

the soft sound of a computer dying made me think of you. the defiant swirl of a cable reminiscent of those brunette curls the smooth slide of a digital mouse ...

Please do not read my poetry if you do not plan on commenting. This annoys me to no end.