Young Writers Society

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 ...

I am alone with my breathing in my dark room as I touch down where the secrets mesh. If I thought of you now it would be wrong, like stepping ...

Parliamo di amore Every night and day Parliamo di amore in every single way. Noi respiriamo in aria to live, to see noi respiriamo in aria to dream, to be. ...

Starbucks Coffee Cups Ryan Workman Three Starbucks coffee cups, sitting beside a concrete wall, One large, one medium, one small. There’s a story in the Styrofoam, In the tidy little ...

You're a broken streetlight, I can see it in your eyes. Just crawling for a new life, Your face shows the lies. Believe in me, Look at my soul Let ...

This is poem # 2 for my lyrical poetry challenge that I designed for myself. This time, the song is called "Destroying Angels" by the doom-jazz band Bohren & Der ...