Young Writers Society

I wish that I could look into your mind, Just so I can see how many times I cross it, Before you came along I had one, But I met ...

NOTE: this poem sucks...i know. but a friend of my friend's hung himself in his back yard and i wrote this for him. strong critquing is needed...i would really love ...

you cup your hands when Mysteries rain down. let's play detective before they run away slipping through your fingers and giving way to gravity falling upon a cracked and chipped ...

Great. I love the tone especially.

I didn't know where this belonged.. Almost nowher because it's not to be seen.. Mods may move this , I don't mind. Unseen performance I (changed) ‘The Haunted and left ...

Ah, lovely, lovely chicken, Brings back those memories, Where clucking and a clacking, Means it is time for eats.

Essa looked at her lover, Dusk, And spoke in hushed whispers about ferris wheels, And sea cliffs -- haunted places she dared not to go, just then, For fear that ...

And she? She is creating a democracy of ink stains on her fingertips Waiting for the time to step out into the soft glow of morning The dim lights casting ...

she's the one they stare at with her "i love billy corgan" satchel bag and the blondedyedreddyedbrowndyedblonde hair sitting on her shoulders. the colourful bracelets on her wrist, the long ...

You make me feel, unlike any other. You take away the pain and all that I suffer. You make me feel beautiful, and love what's inside. No longer do I ...

~Okay, so it's a teenage angst poem. So what? Not that it's any good, but that's besides the point. Okay, well, it doesn't rhyme and it's kind'a weird... but oh ...

EDITED VERSION: it doesn't have any sugar but that doesn't mean it isn't sweet the olden days of innocence and freedom have fallen by the wayside and you're left with ...

A CORRUPT LAND In the midst of corruption, Where there seems to be no perfection, Where the rich rule the poor, And the hungry feed on oppression. What shall they ...

*smacks head against wall* Okay, I SUCK at poetry, but I couldn't think of anything prose-y to do for my dad on Father's Day. Will you guys do me a ...

I really like it. The only suggestion I can think of is to fiddle around with the line-breakages to make the overall effect of the poem stronger. an unchartered frontier ...