Young Writers Society

I sat there, feeding wood into the fire. And it burns. Burning. First came a crackle, then a magnificent light ...

Bluebird Remember when we were together And we watched the bluebird fly, Its swift wings and radiant body Melt into ...

Life flies around youthful desire, love and lifework laughter sweetly colours the air, scattering abundant clouds Rainbow painted dreams float ...

Are you really going to care How you died? If you're already dead? It doesn't make sense To worry so ...

I stand and stare at the dark night sky a vast inky blanket surrounding the earth the stars shine with ...

I was bored when I wrote this, so don't get all huffy that this ain't the best... Pickles I opened ...

There you are, in your red shirt, under the fire-berry sun of summers gone. The pixeled silence of photography mocks ...

Yay, I walked proudley down the empty dark alleyway I didn't come last I came third...last But there was something ...

In the depth of midnight When the darkness swallows the moon A bird soars above, he is called The Raven ...

the bloody earth pounds ceaselessly with the hooves and the thunder of the relentless scottish heavies their sabres glint in ...

i wrote this poem ages ago, about 2 years for english i believe. we than had to attach an explanation. ...

(I decided to try a new styel of poetry and see what it was like. Please tell me what you ...

I actually don't like this poem, but you never know, someone else might. Once again, even if it's just to ...

I pass her on the way to school, every single day. Every morning I see her there, whether I'm early or I'm late. Her hairstyle never changes, or the expression ...

The flames were spreading All over the picket fence and touched the house It slid up the side and reached the tree above The tree was damp but still caught ...