Young Writers Society

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 ...

The Reprise Everyone was on the floor, When I hit the door. I looked into your eyes, And saw the pain of the reprise. The repetition of the song, Was ...

It was a humid day in early May. I was feeling down and I wanted to shout at anything around. See, I was at crossroads in my life and I ...

"Insecurity" She feels so insecure putting pictures of models on her wall to motivate her After she eats she sticks her finger down her mouth out comes a big wave ...

A voice carries with the wind, A soul dances in the rain, A girl hurts on the outside To rid the inside pain. Three short words spoken By two fragile ...

* Meant to be almost like a stream of consciousness ballad. * Sauntered up to that tree earlier today, the one that invokes wonder in my soul my perfect solid-self ...

Her expression betrayed her, heartbreak obvious in her eyes. Her pain was locked behind the empty shell of what was left of her heart. Once a lullaby so beautiful, her ...

I sat in my massive parlor swathed in the glare of my burning hearth. I sat there freezing; I sat there dying. The flame burned upwards denying me its warmth. ...

You walk along the deserted tracks Step by step, Breath by breath The crackling of gravel under your shoes. The clanking of each metal bar. A pattern, Never yielding to ...

In a darkened room was a table and a chair, A candle sat atop, watching it's own glare. Coming through the doorway was the star specked night, A silent breeze ...

My sweet, fair child, what has become of you? You have collapsed into my hands once again, but, my child, who are you? You bleak, pale creature of the darkness… ...

verboten=forbidden You marched our soldiers, Out to war. And my brother Followed suit Back he came, Verboten items In arms. A radio stood Amongst the mix, That shone Like bright ...

I got the inspiration for this poem a few weeks ago and finally got to write it down. It turned out a bit different than I originated but I like ...