Young Writers Society

Okay, this needs a little help. Tear it up!A small hand,Holding Daddy's tightAs they cross the street.The trust the hand projectsMakes him want to tear upOut of love,he knows it ...

Two poems... one is 'I am' and one is 'I am from'... please read them carefully as i'm going to try and read these out at an exhibition tomorrow. I ...

An open carriage bound through the night, passing a village whereeven the servants slept soundly.Stardust fell among the homes.A ray of sunshine reflected off the glassonto the travelers heads; covere

Author's Note: I don't know. I really don't.You honestly think it's as simple as that?You told her lies,To cover up the truth,And you sat there and thought, "It's gonna be ...

it wasn’t four mornings that day, it was threeThree. the sun had peaked and light shunnedbut there were only three windows to be shunned one had fallenone had met its ...

My soul is like a hunk of driftwood, being tossed and battered unmercifully by the raging seas and gusting winds. It cries out to be rescued, to be plucked away ...

Grandma climbed a tree and refused to come down.She was tired of her kids always clowning around.She was sick of being ignored and being put down,so she climbed up a ...

Vanilla IntoxicationGlassy liquor melodiesNor bronzed, rum-filled confectionsCan never fail to stifle An untamed, tremendous cravingThey only arouse even furtherA darker, more passionate lustWhich no

For my Grandma Bettie, with love.She worked in mills and factories, 'til the toxic fumesdestroyed her sense of smell,and her fingertips lost their feeling.Just to provide you with thebasics-- food, ...

It was a dark HalloweenAnd the moon shined brightWith just a twist or a turnA child could tremble with frightEverything that went bump in the nightAnd everything that crackledAnd all ...

Quick note: this is told from the perspective of Shogg from the novel "Triss."ShoggA kind word, a smile- that was your signature.Even in battle, you shone.When the sun diedI’d look ...

Okay, so i know this poem needs a lot of work, I just wrote this without really thinking or anything, and I feel the ending needs some I would love ...

* This was an assignment for my English class. It is based on The Old Man and the the wet ground crumbles beneath his feetHe carries a container of foodFor ...

We met one night,in the dark, the fear,We exchanged smiles,I held my glass up to you,played with my hair, crossed my legs, flirted like crazy.We drank together one night,with happiness, ...

i. [come what may]and in the fields of st. petersburg in the spring, the poppiesclot like let blood and the fieldworker's wives sow seeds in the worried furrowsof the field, ...