Young Writers Society

I am conscious that this isn't quite a poem, but it just wouldn't fit elsewhere. Enjoy and critique please!!! _____________ Shopping When shopping, you encounter many challenges. You enter the ...

My first attempt at abstract poetry. I didn't bother recreating the placement of words and phrases from what I had on paper. Little droplets of water,Millions of them, Falling from ...

Once upon a time, Not that long ago, A bird flew down from the clouds To the burnt black ground below. A little blue water sprite Stepped lightly down from ...

He likes when she is flushed from the shower her vermilion veins vermicular peel her proud pallor particular her wet hair knotted whiskery eels, and her sour peppered white-sauce musk ...

The clock’s face is blank now I’m without you. All substance trickles through my hands like tears Though lessons are stored, I don’t have a clue What bitter sweetness could ...

[pre]Look up. –Its 10:23. says the face on the wall. 10:23 itch. thirst. bored. no. maybe. tick. gut. feeling. relax. tock. antsy. leaving. almost… wait It’s all a lie. Somewhere ...

I loved you more than oxygen; I loved you more than life. I despised you, my worst enemy, despised your very sight. I adored your every phone call, adored your ...

Backstage Delight in the darkness curtains swish, the crowd calms music slowly creeps to our ears we squint as dancers dash onstage curtains swish, the crowd calms the prop table ...

This is a poem emulating Gary Soto's "Oranges", about a first experience. This is for my english class, so any critiques are welcome, in fact they are very much appreciated. ...

Not sure if this is the right place...but it looked right This is not the official name of the poem, so if anyone has a good idea for a name, ...

[pre]Lena (Ukraine 1931) The ice, like a dome of death, a cold winter in the middle of spring. All this in her eyes which used to sparkle in the sunlight, ...

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This was a poem written in a strange, suicidal mood so I am not sure of it's meaning but interpret it how you like Death's Colours She lay motionless in ...

I wrote this for a contest and won it. I'm just about to submit it with three other poems to a larger contest, but I made some changes to it, ...

Death of a fairy I smell magic It’s all around me, Making me drowsy, Putting me to sleep. My wings, they are drooping, My eyes, they are heavy, My soul, ...