Young Writers Society

Okay a rubbish poem about a girl who's world who has just begun. .... Enjoy. Looking out from my bedroom ...

This peom represents the poor people stuck as hostages in Iraq. I'm not good at poems so don't expect anything ...

Yeah, I noticed that there aren't a lot of sci-fi stories here, so I got this idea that everyone will ...

Orange fleaks of water drip down my bloody nose, touching the sky and holding the moon, Ripping jaguars slinking spots ...

The breath oflifelovetouches his parched lipsLiberates his soul from itspainfulburdenfulshakles his task masterThe end of his lifehis soul born anewWhat ...

This is something I did for a creative writing class. I grew to like it a lot. The characters are ...

It may not appeal to most you guys, but I wanted to post it anyways. It was on a dream ...

In a house there is a doll Who smiles as people pass her by She whispers to children Freedom, beauty, ...

They say the cat, Is out of the bag. But what do they mean? Which bag? Which cat? Why was ...

You played with my heart, You twisted, Confused me, You made me believe. You made me believe, That love is ...

I'll remind everyone that I'm horrible at placing my poems in any one catergory, so forgive me if this is ...

See him? You can't have that Why? Because somebody else has him already Would it stop me? No Would she ...

Me too Brad, me too. Truely touching, I am not good with constructive critisim so all I have to say ...

(I decided to try a new styel of poetry and see what it was like. Please tell me what you ...

A friend is helping me on this, it's not done yet. Slippery when Wet. 1: Terri stepped out of the ...