Young Writers Society

Run cool moonlight, so tender and pure, weeping eyes of heaven. silver arrows down to earth, gentle and slow like a lover's hand, illuminating the path before the seeker. his ...

I was once told that you must write what you know, I know quite a lot for a 14 year old. If your going to be a writer you must ...

Grace mad flashes of dawn, fingers of light raining down in ecstasy, eyes of god on the horizon, the glory of a new day. the Watcher cries out, the second ...

A large mess. An apple skinned and left to sink, rotting into the table, some transmutation of wood to worm, fruitless. The core is gone with some formeldahyde and a ...

This was written somewhat as a challenge and response between God and Satan. I think it's pretty descriptive, and shows their personalities pretty well. I am The Bird of Prey,The ...

This was my vocabulary assignment, so sorry if I miss used a word because I didn't understand its meaning or how to use it in context. This poem is a ...

“Don’t Forget the Ladies” She’s the silent villain falling into a slumber beside him in bed. Wife. Wife. My wife is dead. Where has she gone? Dense, cold bones are ...

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This poem needs help. I sounds so...awkward. *Sigh* Any ideas? Bluebirds Bluebirds fly through a sky they cannot see, And never know it’s wrong. And when the clouds come overhead, ...

Locked up Take all ma money take everyin a got Take the world from me it really aint a lot Bein locked up in ere don’t know how many times ...

I wrote this for my best friend a few days ago hecka randomly. We're going to different schools next year and we dont know how we're going to survive because ...

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I haven't been here for so long... So I decided to try something very different than my usual stuff. As anyone who reads my regular stuff would know, I'm usually ...

Requiem to a Gambler The gambler stalks the same old streets, His pockets cold and bare. He walks and walks to not go home, Although he knows not where. He ...