Young Writers Society

This is a poem I wrote for Language Arts class, inspired by William Carlos Williams' "The Red Wheelbarrow." Each stanza describes a different significant film: Mickey Mouse, The Wizard of ...

I trudge the sludge of finite life whence ether was adorned; with both fudge and grudge in sight of strife hence never to ebb mourned... ...masses give and masses take ...

S(p)liced thighs form his bedspread these days. He teaches her independence in self-consummation - makes her spine by breaking backbones with granite fists. She sobs that she's bleeding white bits ...

I applied for a new passport today. Took my photo at the booth. Snap. Poker face. I remember the last one: soft violet jumper Plastic beads around the neck. It ...

I keep having these dreams. Nightmares Of you in battle. Dead. I wake up crying. Alone I can't go back to sleep. Scared Ever since you left for war. These ...

I like this poem too much. Do your worst, if so inclined. our familiar lady. Death walks New York suave oil in her hair stalks Madrid a new fast-talking noir ...

To be perfectly honest with you, this was not one of my favorites of your collection. It seemed much simpler than many of your other poems, and I love the ...

For the only thing to see, is in yourself. And the only thing to find of worth, is what you care about, and the only thing worth living for, is ...

I am a different Person to this skin And face. I cannot be contained, Defined, analysed by Someone else for even I am not really Sure that I know Me. ...

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In my thoughts, he’s mine, and in misty dreams filled up with romance that stems from the minds of wistful girls with un-held hands. It seems these wild thoughts are ...

History speaks of a thousand wars Fought in kingdoms near and afar, Empires rise and empires fall, Yet against one enemy, we all feel small. The best swordsman can bleed ...

Ok well, yeah...Just reply to this so I can know how much it sucks. Thanks. I've been in darkness my whole life. Watching monsters and demons pass by. No urge ...

Fluent Sliding melody Bellows thought through Sweet vibration Coerced by finger, Thumb and bow. Resonate, fine 'cello, With my passion freed By someone else's song That flows through Tainted arm ...

A friend made this poem, and thinks it sucks, but I snatched it from her and said I wanted to see what other people thought. I know youngwriterssociety has some ...