Young Writers Society

I have not one name, but thousands. I am the screams beneath the moans, I am your family’s broken bones, I am the fallen stones of time, You the broken ...

Pre-script: In my eyes, poetry is the words your mind best forms of what your heart is trying to say. I don't believe your heart really has much punctuation for ...

In the nights so cold, [perhaps a comma right here?] the stars hang brightand frozen, burn the crocuses in the oil lampI gave you, and imagine our fingers,interlaced, my chest ...

I don't understand any of the words out into my mouth. They don't define anything but pain and misery in the end. So why should I have to deal with ...

Just a house; Eight windows, Six doors, Five walls. Just a house. But to me, It was so much more. Behind that bright, Blue paint, A treasure laid. Memories. Growing, ...

I haven't reviewed poetry before, and I'm not really a poetry kind of person. But what I found from reading that interested me, I liked your poem. The first time ...

On the verge of tears you stare at the black board. Confusing numbers and equations dancing in front of your nose, clear and cutting words sitting on your mind. You ...

Do you want to know the worst thing about beating through a broken heart? It’s not the torment of bitter sunshine, stinging winds and rising tides-- It’s not being able ...

One day a father began to believe, His wife and son were not what they seemed to be. So courtesy a voice in his head, he took a knife, And ...

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This is my first shot at poetry... I was in a really weird mood today during my biology class.... Shivers down my back, Lightly trailing my spine All reacting to ...

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In the smmer when I go to bed The sun still streaming overhead My bed becomes so small and hot With sheets and pillow in a knot, And then I ...

Freeze my blood till I have rose-red wood in my veins: Blood they say is the thought of the brain. Place me in ice and exorcise that Sylvan Beast. Yet, ...

Keeping to myself is hard, especially now God chose your life as a discard. What happened to happy, what happened to you and me? After you slipped away from me, ...