Young Writers Society

He blazes his flames with utter joy, His bewildered mate can’t help but stare. Pride filling himself; he acts much too coy, Keeping her well aware. The golden seal of ...

I have killed in my life. I've seen murder and I've grown to accept it. My eye's are stained by the wounds of other men. Am I a monster, A ...

I wish this day had come sooner,But the more I wanted this day to come the slower it came.But soon enough it wedding day the whole day was planed out ...

These monsters in my house under the blouse hidden on my floor next to my bed. Reach to get me I know it can't be THere everywhere I can here ...

Silently walking haunting our days never talking It knows our ways Planning our ends So it can be free growing along bends looking so much like me. Putting nightmares in ...

The midpoint of the coldest month - when gardens suffocate. The snowballs plummet fiercely down on chaos they create. I notice everyone I know is digging through the white And ...

The photo that goes with this poem: ... 001812.jpg A Forgotten Shovel Left in the Sand Steamy sun drifting lazily above Azure water and the cooler of red. A bathing ...

So, this is a totally freewritten poem that was done blamefully (word?) from boredom and mood. It was done, err, a few months ago I think. I consider it pretty ...

It's a short sweet poem that even Sureal will appreciate. I like my repitition and the ABAB form throughout the entire poem... it ended up being a very short poem, ...

Sally's shoe: it's red. Or is it blue? That's the argument they say that happened on that day. Jimmy tackled John and Kate yelled at Nate and they were all ...

This piece is dedicated to all of those who think that they're life is hard. It is meant to be read exactly how it's written. The punctuation marks are put ...

This is a peom that I thought had a catchy rythm so I decided to post it. It does tell a story and I do use some sybolism in here. ...

Can I live without your love? No. With your absence you split my heart in two, I feel the congregation's eyes upon me, Tears burn my eyes. Their pity burns ...

she eyes it from a far,a small sliver of silver.she picks it upand gently rolls her sleeve.tears run down her face ,as she prepares to bleed.right over the sink,she places ...

Inspired by my brother, Daniel Tolbert You know him But not who he is You know where he's been But not where he is You've seen what he does But ...