Young Writers Society

I can’t see your face, I can’t see your smile, I can’t see your feelings, But I can see your worth my while, I can’t see your light, I can’t ...

Overall, I liked it. it was a good poem. nice job. And you cut yourself to feel alive. Wow. Very strong begining. Made me think, caught my attention, and had ...

Most of this poem was based on a true story/true stories...mostly of my own...I'm from California and I've spent summers there and when summers over, sadly, you must go back. ...

All right, I've been majorly depressed the last couple of days. I keep having this recurring dream where my Wolfe is standing at shcool, all “ha! You believed I was ...

There are a lot of things I didn't like about this poem... the flow seemed to changed off and on. But I wanted to work on my alternating line/rhyme scheme ...

Dear God, I am so sorry for everything I did, everything I've done. Dear Sweet Jesus, please forgive me. Hail Mary, Mother of God. To Colton: He called the quits ...

WHY DO YOU WANT TO QUIT? this was perhaps the best poem you've written, except for the last one you wrote and said it was soooo bad. right. and the ...

and what you do not know is that the end of days has already begun. there will be no white horses running through the streets of this penultimate apocalypse. only ...

Visions on Soft Grass The shadows of dusk lean heavy on the evening sky as I fall to soft grass. My mind plays a smooth jazz tune painting for me ...

She sits alone rocking in the corner Trying to remember what happened to her She knows now why there is a mourner She knows who it was in the back ...

The shadow of a shadow, leans against my feet. A symphony of darkness, plays its note within my head. The arcane words and the abstract art, create their own canvas; ...

Your beating heart A soft, slow thumping that Never ceases Your words tickling my ears with Their calmness, their serenity A rhythmic cadence of neverending Happiness dream... As we sway ...

Swirling wind, Chirping birds, Sounds indescribable for words, Sitting lakes, Rustling trees, Sweeter honey made from bees, Soft earth, Light air, More beautiful then a chestnut mare, Golden water, Fun ...

This poem is in no traditional style, and is not supposed to flow a certain way. The important thing to me in this poem, however, isn't the structure, but the ...

This one's for you Annette, one last goodbye of the many I never got to say. Who would have guessed that three small words could hold so much power, so ...