Young Writers Society

What sweet lovers, the wind and the tree.

A haiku about something I've noticed about people recently.

Metal walls. Wooden faces. Broken hearts.

A sonnet dedicated for Mother Earth!

An adventure, of sorts.

My heart yearned for this woman, apple of my eye, hoping I'd be the right guy.

Smoking is in all sense bad for the health, but we do it anyway, for certain reasons others would never understand.

I thought I'd make the most of being bipolar and put ecstatic joy and tear-jerking sadness to good use.

It is my first poem and I've written it after being inspired from the poem "Lights Out" by Edward Thomas.I hope, I have composed something good.

I put hardly any thought into this but I hope it is very swell

A poem I wrote to describe someone. It's a little rough around the edges. But I hope you like it!

A different view of what many consider "the end." It's a paragraphical, literal poem - an anthem, really. Hopefully you'll enjoy it.

This is a huge satire. A gigantic one, about writers block and how poets are turning unoriginal.

I just want to feel like I'm important, too. Aren't I?

If music could dance. If music could quake. My heart's a tattered whirlpool... The music is caging me.