Young Writers Society

Sitting alone here in the dark Drenched in pain I think of life Its all a game Of win and lose Of breaking through Its all fake Just a game ...

Flapping,breathing cold crisp air. A rider on my back, Hearing him laugh in sheer delight ,and knowing he to enjoys the flight, Is music to my ear. Reluctantly I come ...

You come to me in search of passion. I run through slideshow clips, flashing screaming rain, bleeding ballerinas and opera-war on the backs of your retinas. Blinking them away, these ...

Teardrop As I silently cry, A little tear falls from my eye. Formed at last from my anguish, Gathered by another's dark wish. Oh me, oh my, the others sigh, ...

I was born in a clearing near a lakemy earliest memories are but little of that timeor maybeit's that i don't want to rememberI still remember from the back of ...

Your deep hazel green eyes are watching every move I make. And that feeling of love, it's increased. I'll never feel alone again when your by my side. You're the ...

A better me Amazing, Yeah, I’ve been living in an amazing dream. Nothing, Yeah, I hope you'll never get taken away from me. I'm never gonna stop, I'm never gonna ...

My mistakes Everyday I make mistakes It’s the bane of my existence So many mistakes have made I put my foot in it everyday, And I don’t know what to ...

The night swelters, Hot and loud, Alarms screech like electric cicadas And frantic dusty wings grope for light, A long day has passed ripe with beauty and ache I've walked ...

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The teacher sighed and stared at the little children coloring in the blue jay. He sees only blue and not vibrant mixtures of colors. But he is the one that ...

Cry alone, you’ve gone away, No more nights, some much pain You’ve gone alone, took all my strength I’ve had my world changed, I won’t see you tonight. [CHOURS] Sorrow, ...

These three are technically separate poems, but they have a single inspiration and were written within minutes of each other. Why separate triplets? Monotony, The metronomes rhythm continues, No cresc

Today I met a lady with pupils that bled, Not blood, but space That immeasurable void. They bled out down her face (her pupils that is) Past the gash of ...

Okay, this is basically my first attempt at poetry. If it's bad, please tell me. If there is something I can fix, please tell me. A flake of impure white ...