Young Writers Society

Petrified. Those lids refuse to close Perhaps, they will cease to open once more? I’m I beholding my final scenery of life? Soon to become another haunting memory floating between ...

It’s a double-shot espresso at midnight Where you filter my dreams into Have-beens and maybe-nots And I feel so alone It makes me shiver upanddown my spine The lone lines ...

she shushes in the dark shutting my mouth with a sweet cinnamon caress Rebel Rebel I want to whisper but she stops me at a glance in this sweet hot ...

Inspired by reading 'The Lost Years of Merlin Books' by T.A. Barron, specfically by the part when Merlin is on the stair going to the underworld and questioning everything. Mist ...

I just had to write about this. I don't care if you like it or not, I dont' care if I spelt "amazed" wrong. I just don't care. I just ...

but i was high on air. my mind had slackened and i could do no more than watch the clock. and i saw your face in colour, behind the dartlike, ...

formated differently on my computer, it doesn't want to cooperate here. oh well. cheers CL Titian Dew The limey drips of water collect in rusted buckets and echo the passions ...

friday night was just like that wet night, our last in paris. i hung onto Simon's arm, half-heartedly walking next to him under his umbrella, when the rain was flying ...

blood spreads across the linoleum and i fight to find tears the stains in the satin are showing in your face. your closed-eyes say, "it is finised." i loved you ...

Tagging in the District. Waiting for assistance. Police Cars in the Distance. Tagging in the District. It me first attempt don't laugh

Hey this is Just a stupid poem There once was a girl called Louisa, Who was definitely not out to please ya, She'd give you a hug, Then out come ...

written for my boyfriend who lives, works and goes to school in London. this goes out to all that were affect by the bombings there, and to all that are ...

Why does it always seem to be that way? You come up and I start to sway. I look in your eyes, my own mingled in hate. But I can't ...

Please be mindful that "Lyric Poetry" does not necessarily mean Lyrics. With that in mind, this is not the forum for songs. "Lyric poetry expresses the wishes, the hopes, the ...

It’s the rainsong Pelting on my head That shocks me out of Delusion And back into the pisspoor Mood that choked me All afternoon Didn’t I make it clear enough? ...