Young Writers Society

Of the natural and supernatural.

its a poem about about LOVE

A poem about the light I saw streaming into my room on a Sunday afternoon.

I got inspired after watching alice in wonderland, enjoy, critique, whatever,

This is a poem about everything that is, that was, that will be.

Inspired by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

At night when I turn the lights off , A friendly ghost comes through my wardrobe. Just like the moon in dark night, cool smoky and white. ...

Gentle breezes, Flowing Fuchsia Rivers of pink and plum streams Soft hues of pink tinged mane, flowing Doe spots on silky tufts And mantled on a strong muzzle, Large blue ...

As I lay beneath the willow I rest my head against it, almost as if it was a pillow The dreams I have there are quite vivid Some say I ...

They surely come again tonight, Just like the night before with the masks on their hands and later cover their faces. The dance at night, in the moonlight along with ...

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Her smile was warm and inviting Her lips a soft pink, sweet smell of rose perfume her eyes as dark as ink. Her hair as red as fire her mind ...

I try to sing, but only whispers reach my lips. Just as the wind tries to blow me away. T's only a breeze. A quiet mournful melody played by ...

“I do not need your absolution, bastard child." You close yourself off to him, Slamming iron shutters to his pain, You let your pain cloud your vision, And poison ...

I sit here at the mast, and I am here to keep watch. Over the day, I observe this open sea. Yes, these days are long- But I ...