Young Writers Society

I don't know how many of you are Christian, and how many aren't, but it doesn't really matter; all this poem requires is a little sympathy for the mindset of ...

I don't believe I've posted this yet... if I have, smack me and tell me to change it to something else XD The Lost Maiden There once was a squire ...

Kill it. ~~~~~ Lights Girl stands alone. Up, she looks to a noise. No. Lights up. Boy stands with girl, center. He looks left, she looks right. They face one ...

After dark on a moonless night, When no stars shone and nothing was bright I saw someone climbing through my window More followed him all lined in a row. They ...

Soon the Departure to Avalon This, the very substance of this, Of the magnitude of what they will tear apart And pull down Or draw together For the sake of ...

More Christmas morbality brought to you by TBR Inc.! And there is the link to the site of the original, if you want to be "cheery." Also this is the ...

I was walking down Fay avenue one Halloween night I turned up a path to the front door of a house I pushed the doorbell, in hope of an answer ...

An innocent Little Girl, Big green eyes and Blonde curls, Dancing in the living room, Giggles and twirls. A sweet little lady, Pig tails and fake pearls. Dancing on the ...

There was built a city, A miniature place Where snow always fell; All within a glass orb. From outside a window, A boy desired that city, And when the keeper ...

Run, run for your life Run, don’t stop to scream No time for fear, no time to be scared There's just now, and you need to run He's right behind ...

Much like yoha_ahoy's required english ballad. The rules: must have a set rhyme scheme (refrain does not have to follow the scheme), a refrain,at least 6 stanzas, a plot, a ...

Another joined us as we rode He was a Bard, or so he showed With easy words and nimble wit, Of which he claimed he never writ, But made upon ...

Ever heard of the land of outside-in? People there are rude they never grin! I had to visit there for a week To visit my poor sick Uncle Kreek, He ...

This is entirely dedicated to Tarver Mathison, Tarver [The Newborn], and William [The Elder], the men who have inspired me so. Here be a short poem for all of you:In ...

Tis a Petrarchan sonnet. Gandalf and the Balrog Thongs of fire lashed at Tharkûn the Great,On the narrow pass of the dwarven bridge.He struggled on that precarious ridge,And still could ...