Young Writers Society

One Good that came from Crime There’s a lady from the supermarket Sits at the counter by aisle ten. She puts a twenty In the cash drawer And deals out ...

A bard of yore strode in to fight, a sight uncommon even then He came to help his kingdom, clutching sword and clutching pen And holding fast the reins of ...

The night was quite bold And was filled with an air Of the dark and the cold That had always been there. I looked with my eyes Quite unclouded by ...

This was going to be my entry in a contest before I learned that they only accepted short stories......tell me what you think!! Last evening's light snowfall icing trees' naked ...

Okay, here's my third poem. And I do realize that the rhymes seem very forced, but that's part of the point of the comedy. Enjoy--hopefully! DRAGON VS. SLAYER A dragon ...

The Faucet is on the Fritz This faucet is on the fritz. Drip, Drip, Drip, Every morning another drip. The beads of water gather at the tip, gaining weight with ...

Jenny sits and waits As he comes closer To her I love him so much she thinks to herself so much He comes nearer still He smiles when he sees ...

What do you see when you close your eyes? A million tiny dots? What you had for breakfast? A loved one's face? Perhaps you see God. Good for you. Let ...

She walks alone to class with her books in hand Some boys walk by laughing at her clothes, he hair, her face One looks back, eyes soft apologizing to her ...

Okay, I edited this, renamed it, and made it more about the characters thoughts towards war, instead of just random things about this battle. I've also made it a lot ...

Twin sapphires glint and glimmer through her hair Which trails in gel-stiff tendrils down her back, And yet I saw those dazzling stones in Claire’s Half-price last week for gem-stud ...

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I rhyme in most of my poetry, for some reason thats how it comes from my brain onto paper... that's just how I work I guess. Sorry if it bothers ...

I wrote this in English class, surrounded by Ralph Waldo Emerson, Walt Whitman, and Emily Dickenson... Trail Mix 1. He complained of the mosquitoes, Over ridges, Under trees, "Why hike," ...

She was a Broadway queen, beaten and left out in the snow. A child of fairgrounds and whistles. I was a convert of what I should not know, Going all ...