Young Writers Society

Before this poem a few words: I'm new here, first time poster. been writing poems for four years now, this is one of my favourite. comments welcome. Les Eurockeennes de ...

When a new day will dawn I’ll be gone And you gotta smile You gotta go on Like you never knew me As anything else Then the girl in your ...

Because of you I’ve got no name I dislike my front name I know it means beautiful But I know the story It makes me ashamed Plus you gave it ...

Why do I feel unwanted? Why do I feel unwelcome? Why do you hate me? Why can’t you care? What did I do? Did I ask too much for help? ...

I wrote this like 6 months ago... _____________________ A normal family Have a mommy and a daddy And some kids Thats the perfect way My family? Well there’s me My ...

okay feel free to laugh, my first poem I'm gonna post on here __________________ So I found a new thing Michael Some one who aren’t you I found a younger ...

First poem I have ever written (outside of my English class) For Sophie ****** If I was Superman I’d want you as my Lois Lane. If I was Spiderman I’d ...

Age Two scenes unfold, before us gathered here, Two men shuffling forward on tired quests, Two lives which were marred by a fateful fear, Two people out to do only ...

These days, I find myself in cotton robes, arms stuffed in straight-jacket sweaters, deodorant lining my untanned skin. The dust of my porcelain tears stains my pillow white, and I ...

I'm not the one for you, Or you for me. And our love is unfilled, Or invisible. That she's doing so well, I'm not, I feel bad. Longing with a ...

The only thing I could bring, Is faith and trust. You must pave your way Through the dust. I could bring Joy to a young heart. I could bring happiness ...

This is my first poem so it probably has a bunch of problems. Thanks for reading. All comments are appreciated Maybe I wish I could be happy But that’s impossible ...

"Hold out your hand." "Why?" "I want to do something." "Well, what the heck do you want to do with my hand?" "You have to trust me. Do you?" What ...

The old man breaks bark off of the tree that's stood solitary between fence posts for three months - he waters grasses that have turned a sickly green, running printless ...

Dove White bird flying through the air, Wings wide open spreading goodness everywhere. Olive branch in beak, Travelling to every peak. But what is this oh little dove, I cannot ...