Young Writers Society

It seems that here the world has never quite caught its breath or relinquished the relics of its past. It hints at its renaissance in the meandering cobblestones and the ...

Your draped arms frame mine: (alive with bedside fallacies) the perfect picture of tragedy. Haunting eyelid pantomime-- (To forget to forgive Christianity) --Strung with your form, I dreamt to see. ...

The morning rises above Gabrielle's head with honor, while being dragged by time and off his chest. Twilight covering the silent horizon, similar to a stance of an undoubted warrior. ...

i wrote this for a friend of mine who is a really good poet, and she liked this so much when i wrote it for her, she asked me to ...

There are ghosts in this house They don’t lurk in the dust beneath my bed Or between the musty closet’s clothes They don’t need dark Cellars or attics Only my ...

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Poem has been taken down for MAJOR reconstructive writing. Thank you for the Intrest! Lady Pirate

Among the Vine O love, you reign with false rule over me! We walked among the clusters of the vine, and laid to rest below the shade of the tree; ...

We wish to acquit ourselves of purpose, and tumble off the verge in teardrops; cascading over silver waterfalls at the ......................... world’s edge. The dawn of man is marked by ...

The desert surrounds me, Stretching to every horizon, Cracked and dry with age, Flat and featureless But for scattered, fibrous plants Which with rare tenacity Cling to the rugged earth. ...

I died on Salem Bridge above the Salem River where my father takes his boats out in the middle of the night. where he sips his loyal moonshine and doesn't ...

Late February, and the ground was still frozen. A few warm days flickered by, days we thought we could keep by breathing deeply outside. No effort could have stopped the ...

Black box, jack box, lend me your ear; and I'll keep twirlin' despite my fear. Dark box, stark box, loan me your nose; 'round and 'round the shiny crank goes. ...

she's punching me with facts she poisoned me with sarcasm can't look away from it either, believe me she left me with embarrassment she's laughing her way to weak laughs ...

Sometimes you have to be brave, and let things fall where they will. It's not yours to decide how this night will be. But sometimes you have to be brave ...