Young Writers Society

He struck my heart, he struck my heart badly.His glimmering eyes and sunshiney smile, the warmth you feel when he's around. I am beneath him, I am too young. I'm ...

It's always sou'east by south by our navigation; crossing the waves that clatter our fragile bow. Aloft the battered hulk, we stand hand-in-hand and fly footloose in the malicious winds, ...

These feelings are to hard to keep in So much dishonesty, deciet, denial. Is it really worth lies and me committing a sin, when so much is at stake? Perfect, ...

Lost In Yours I lost my hand in yours and we walked the same old route, lost my hand like it’s not been lost before, as we spoke of lake ...

"Poem to xantham gum" was shockingly wonderful! Felt like something I would have read a hardened expatriate American romance poet write....definitely love it.

Maybe you will understand love poetry When you’re caught in Sunday rains with me Alone, though, we were on our way To the fabled, distant red-rosed Paris We could petal ...

Oh, mother, I am weeping Besides your doorway, Lips shaking silence Still I am keeping every secret scent away Into the deep corners of my room – The searches, things ...

I dream what we’ll go out for coffee sometime Licking cups, licking lips You may be older, but I’m Mature – I am star figurine of middle school I barely ...

This is part of a poem I am writing for a friend (her birthday present actually), and I was wondering, for all who speak spanish out there (or not) if ...

It goes on kind of long, but it does offer some interesting images, my favorite being the square tiles. I think you're trying to symbolize a coldness... after all, tile ...

These steps that led to heaven, These roads that led to earth, are all that life has given, the cross of death and birth. These hands that help the young ...

these are two...not so good poems that are rather short. so i'll save bulletin space. Cement and Lovers Rough – here comes the passion’s play. Breath – I’m gasping life ...

Ok, here's another one of my favorites and it's a rough draft and more spoken word than my typical poetry, so keep that in mind.... Reach out for me, I'll ...

this was a quick one, and its not my best. it was one of those, out of my head moments i plotted onto word. I crave for hope in your ...

boy friend girl friend it's all the same no matter what they can back you feel lame they mack you fill full with their pull but don't forget they can ...