Young Writers Society

I posted the "sloppy copy" of htis in OTHER in the MISC forum, but once I revised it, I felt it fit here better. It doesnt rhyme, I know, but ...

**sits down and stares for a minute or two** **gets up, walks around the poem(?) a few times and sits down again** No, I still cant decide if I like ...

Hurricane Winds blow cars roll trees fall Cows fly Windows shatter buildings crumble hearts break Children cry Waters rise bridges sway lives collapse People die

Hey, I like writing a lot, but I'm pretty new to poetry. This one of my poems, and it sucks, but I'm not sure what to do with it next. ...

What are we but lonesome creatures prowling in the Night. Under the stars, under the sky, under the cold moonlight. The beauty, the sorrow, the laughter and fears, We'll be ...

I don't usually write sad stuff like this but let me know what you think. My breath clouds the frosty air Dogs bark loudly They are coming I climb a ...

Is this REALLY stupid? Or is it good? Do you ever have that feeling that your being watched? Do you? Do you ever have that feeling that your not alone? ...

aqua green cooking appliances rumble, like the mail truck outside, in a kitchen whose age trumps my (almost) sixteen years, where the tea kettle fidgets, blowing kisses in the corner, ...

My fingers are on the trigger. The gun is pointed at your heart. My heart is already broken. Broken so much there's nothing left. You've done it for the last ...

Poetry The line, the verse, the thought that defines us. The battle of wills between pen, mind, and soul Abandon yourself, for there are no rules or judgment Raw emotion ...

Wow I love it. I can feel the emotion when i read it as well. It gave me chills. I really enjoyed reading it. What I would give to be ...

A cryptogram drained by empty spaces Heaps of dots; its only taste of ink Collusion between confusion -A pen, a scrap of paper- Sweat grieves on your forehead, The clock ...

I stand here and watch the busybodies. Electric doors, street vendors, warm exhaust fumes choke the passersby. Mistletoe boughs climb street poles and Santa’s bell rings lightly. I stand and ...

My friend died.She was beautiful.I'll remember her forever. Oh please, this girl was getting stoned on my couch every day, run down in her boyfriend's boxers, burning through whatever would ...

You always have the capacity to surprise me, Incan I think that's what I like best about your poems: you can tell they're yours, but they never get boring because ...