Young Writers Society

(First of all, I want everyone to know that I am re-editing it after some thoughtful comments from some people. It was a very confusing poem that was hard to ...

Nightmares burning clearly pictures vivid in sight pain a stab in the heart his face, the color of death his blood, spilled all around him his body, completely motionless his ...

From the grasp of frost the riders came, Like earth-bound hail, descending rain. Plains of green they put to waste. Forests smoldered with unworldly haste. Seas were drained and mountains ...

In the Shadows of Trees We walk in the darkness of Balboa Park after the Glass Menagerie. A flock of geese showers in the succulence of grass, squawks and then ...

Her feet pound the pavement, slapping incessantly against hard concrete. Her limbs burn, sweat oozes from her pores. Her lungs blaze with every intake of air. She sputters, pleading, “water.” ...

A/N: I felt like sharing my original, Finnish version with you as well since it's written in a way that's called "Kalevala meter". It means that every stanza has four ...

The sky is raining. We would have had a picnic And gotten ice cream. Walking together, We share an old umbrella. Best friends. Forever. --------------------------------- ^-- Double Haiku meter (custom

Repeatedly bitten, by a thousand Gleaming star-strewn eyes. And yet the sting dulls into Oblivion, amnesia’s innocent surprise. Life’s bad manners, who Disregard your empathetic please. Or a wave

In that week of heat and quiet before the riots started, your girlfriend and I stalked the cigarette-strewn streets and plotted demise: yours, everything we might never know. She was ...

This is how we all will learn to fall, Spreading our wings as we make the call. The drop just a little longer than we thought, Never again will we ...

Beyond my window’s dusty pane, Either side the travellers lane, The meadows fold, Like seas of gold, Wreathed in plants That nature grants To embroider its flaxen gown, Adorned in ...

Stuck in a maze Strapped in by thick, deep green vines That won't release No matter how much I beg and plead Red, thin scratches coat my skin From its ...

Cyan Skies © “Blair…Blair, ya mind?” said a seemingly distant voice that crescendoed out of faint murmuring. Then it dawned on me that it wasn’t my active imagination at play ...

Okay. It's just something I had to write for English class; and, being me, it naturally was written the day before. It needs major work (duh). I'd appreciate any advice ...

Silence. All he ever heard. All he ever knew. And so, Silent He became. A brother of the wind. A kinsman of the shadow. Silence. He abides in the void, ...