Young Writers Society

The the skeleton swings From the gnarled tree Black against the moonlight Swinging from it's twisted gallows Creaking as the chill winds blow Groaning as in living pain Suffering years ...

((It's cliché ! Don't hate me!)) Sade's Folly Sade, daring cupid of this tale, Lay under a tree and its veil Of rouge flower and gold leaf. Who came to ...

I don't like this poem anymore lol. It's definately not my best so goooodbye poem.

When the Clock Struck. When the clock struck half-past midnight, The faintest glow of blood-red grew Out from under the street light. It throbbed and pulsed with a sinister life ...

It's when the hour work fails, the seizure takes place Our loss of footmark in time A station where all events park their dates Busy schedules, jam sessions in sight, ...

This is my first poem that I've composed so I bet it's really bad, but there it is. There are rumors in the town They say 'tis 'bout Mr. Brown ...

Sorry, you kind of have to know The Lord of the Rings a little bit to understand some of the names in this poem. Hopefully you can get something out ...

“Babel” I fly above the men below Who’s backs all bend with years of woe. I warn them they should build no more, I cry for them while high I ...

The End Ward The frothy liquor burbled, Synthing surely into mead, Gurgling, sucking, wrenching, As the old nurse said. She was a women of passion, Medicines sliding through her hands, ...

The Daemon’s Bride He works, shaping and crafting my future happiness with His tools of science. I watch, a foul smile on a foul face. She will be like me, ...

The biting cold jarred the habit-driven masses out of their waking dreamland. The chatter grew as minutes passed and their chariot had not yet arrived to take them to the ...

It was the sixth of June that fateful day, The sky was dark across from the UK. The Allies attacked, the Nazi’s faltered, In their trenches, the Nazi’s cowered. The ...

I have been in there for countless years, My mind has been going as if with gears. Countless nights I’ve lain awake, My mind trying to formulate an escape. Seasons ...

I feel kinda bad about posting this because i haven't review in a long time... Oopsy... Ah well, I'll try harder now. Anyway, the poem: Riding shotgun with a nine-horse ...

‘See that hill, the one hidden away, out of sight? If you sit and wait, quiet-like, watching till night, You might see something few have seen before, A rare vision ...