Young Writers Society

The reaper has already tried to steal my soul, Once during my birth, I was a miracle baby. Then it tried again and almost succeeded When I was four, I ...

Hey all, sorry to repost this one so quickly, I'm thinking of entering it into a poetry competition and would appreciate any comments that you can offer. It's been redone ...

"well-past noon" - I may be wrong but I feel as if that hyphen is not necessary. "& daygrogged spittleslobbed & wistful" - as a matter of personal pickiness I ...

It all started with heart ache who knew it would come to thisA sad day... a sad awakeningNext was the misery the deep depressionShe was lost, and could not be ...

( here is a poem i made at school it is a bit rubbish but it is rather amusing it was made a long time ago) To all the people ...

Here is a revision of the poem I posted not too long ago. I hope I've taken in any and all of the suggestions that you offered. Comments always appreciated, ...

I am Abbadon the leader of chaos. I am the demonlord, the king over all. I am the salt in your wound, the thorn in your side. I am the ...

Ok well, there are two types of free verse I think well. Either the deceptively simple or the intensely complex. You've definitely gone with the second option. Now please, please ...

He's just as lost as you are, Trapped in the world, an endless maze. Everything around is like a blurry haze, People without faces, people without change. They all try ...

Usually when we smile It means something Not to me Behind my smile Is so much They call me goth When constantly, I laugh And smile They call me weird ...

A twisted hand has grasped my mind. Its pen plunged into my black heart and wrenched. The unspeakable— what acts can be contrived!—are whispered, not by brutes, but men of ...

The Black Hole My life is at a standstill, I’m sitting here in pain, Just holding on. I can’t make up my mind, Do I agree? Or not? I try ...

Okay, so this was well descripted and all and surely a nice read just as I expect everything you write to be unfortunately there was something I had to point ...

It's a bit of strange poem, and its not all in old English just parts. Critique away . The beauty of her body, Far surpasses the hatred in thy soul. ...

Beyond The Sun of Day ~~~ Deamonds open out of of their cadges All creatures great and small come out of the dark burrows they once knew, see the sunlight.. ...