Young Writers Society

I'm not exactly sure where this should go as it seems it could fit under dramatic poetry also. And it's probably a bad poem to use for my YWS debut ...

Looking back now I can see you and me, How wild and free we were, Just thinking about how we use to runaway, Put’s me back on this high that ...

Last night: a palm of crushed-up Prozac and a throat heated by tea. This afternoon: a black folder polluted with words staining stanzas. You’re the maestro, as you pluck away ...

The Sky I lay tranquilly on the warm summer grass Watching the graceful clouds fleeting elegantly past. Clouds: transparent in their beautiful shades of ruby red and ochre, Passing gently ...

So here I am! Take it or leave it, I bear all (My sin and joy). Honesty comes But once in a relationship And this is your moment To dance ...

I wrote this with King Max (my brother) a bit ago while we were camping. It’s mostly about him... but I don’t like the flow of it. And I think ...

Here's a song I wrote. The concept is still a bit unclear even to myself, but it's basically about fitting in and my personal girl troubles. Hope you'll enjoy it. ...

“Diana” Visions of pink Care Bears called “Rainbow” And movie scenes in black and white Flicker across my mind before they Collide with combat boots And camouflage paint smeared across ...

Note: This is the first draft of this poem, so any replies regarding how I could make it better would be VERY appreciated! Thanx! (P.S. I can't write poems!) Also, ...

Journal Meditation Poem 7-19-05 Dead dragonfly, looking sad and deformed in front of me, as though it caught a glimpse of hard, harsh, and confusing life, screamed, and fumed into ...

My daddy still grabs my arm as we're walking along the road and a car plunges forth through the embroidered night. He may be an old black shoe, but I ...

Please stay nearby You know I try To not let your memory Pass me by Do not cry Let me die Just hold my hand And say goodbye No need ...

Soft soothing voices and acoustic guitars, Lamenting the moon above, although we're higher, Laughing and joking with no unhappy thoughts, Beer bottles in hands, reflecting the fire. Waves crash softly

She seems to be wicked But she’s not She’s the gentlest girl around And I know I shouldn’t It’s against who I am But I can’t help myself I love ...

(Ok, I hope this is in the right thread...it's just a bit of a poem...not too good ) Life is a wind-tossed wave that rushes for the shore, time rushes ...