Young Writers Society

Lonely Write a poem that brings me warmth in december friends in a school day silence when I dream send me thoughts I can hold to phrases I can dwell ...

look all around this is truly profound nothing i can see that truly reflects me except myself and i dont need the help of labels and classifications that will cause ...

someday i shall see who I'm ment to be but now i just ponder the thought of wander away from this place and stare them in the face tell them ...

I must find some way or time that will make me see somthing inside of me to make me strong and forever bond my love and life so i can ...

I see you in the air, like a snowflake so fair. delicate to the touch, I love you very much. Nothing can make me say, that I promise I will ...

“Golden Bubbles” By K.J. Hascall 11/17/06 You look so different through the bottom of this empty glass, your head framed by the slick residue of beer and one golden bubble ...

"Forget Me" by theluckyflower How I long for your embrace, Your warm lips upon my face. No matter if we’re far or near I still hear – Your voice, your ...

Hey, guys: I know it's been a while since I wrote anything. I don't know, it's just kind of hard to get motivation for it, somehow - when I look ...

The Fountain Her solitary eyes weep miserably. Her sorrowful, tear streaked face Peers around the vacant park, Seeking a passerby to help her to her feet. Yet, seeing that she ...

Black roses ___________ It's true You reap what you sew And all I have to show Is a black rose garden Everyone Morns the black roses Beautyfuly dangerus looking But ...

That spotlight turns my way It's just another day I wear the painted makeup Of a world that sold me out I turn around Begin my dance I just want ...

Nameless whisper _______________ Am I just nothing? A shadow A flicker of light Shining Bright Then being put out These days it feels as though I'm just a nameless whisper ...

Haven't read this myself for a little while. I wrote it for school last year, but I hate reading through it because of the feelings attatched to it...but feedback would ...

I've been in a bit of a writer's rut lately where anything I write sounds like crap. Yeah, so here's a poem I wrote two years ago. Nuff said. Enjoy. ...

In the Absence of Love When I look into your eyes and see nothing but the reflected sky when I hold your restless hands and feel only the urge to ...