Young Writers Society

Water shifted in the wet sand between my toes, ingraving my footprints as the sand washed away from my skin, another step, and the water following like a cloud chasing ...

Running home with wet sneakers from the lake chased by a boy who grew up all too fast. The summer heat settles thick in the air. You know tomorrow will ...

BEAUTIFUL Petrified by a gaze which I can not even begin to imagine I never knew something so beautiful existed I want to hold onto it with my life but ...

Dusk hot pink lemonade bursts through the unquiet hush of an early twilight humming with insect wings (mosquito’s like fiberglass needles pinching plump peach skin) and yes there is the ...

Come into my fields of love. Run among my golden crisp ground. Run among my sapphire river. Don’t run upon my heart. My feelings are sole for you. Bask in ...

I can’t stay right beside you all the way, I have to leave you now, Sorry, but you can’t always depend on me. I was there in the beginning before ...

Three People and Falling Stars She knelt down and poured words though her fingers like sand They spread out over the liquid ground that became the sky And they slid ...

A passionate rose, Red you bear upon me. I beg of you to Withstand my charms, withstand my curse. I am forbidding this love For you are not him. The ...

Concrete Pendulum An Acrostic Poem By Green Monkey Population focused in cities Of which eject poison into the air Letting earth’s pendulum swing Letting earth’s time run out Unless something ...

How easily those three words slipfrom my mouth, sweetly to your lip.You kiss me as you always doeverything seems so simple with you.There are no secrets hidden deepnot mumbling worries ...

Each time I'm sad, you're always thereTo solve my problems and listen to my deepest fears.Waiting to mend it all with a single kiss.I know I've hurt you many timesyet ...

I loathe(hate) this poem with a passion...However, if you think differently or find potential, I'd really appreciate suggestions/comments. Somewhere back in the past, I remember that I met you. I ...

OK...I'm going to do the Incandescence sort of meditative no-capitals thing... you know, I used to think that the whole sixth-grade-supposed-love thing was overrated but can I dream? you're beautiful, ...

Nothing but misconstrued directions we struggle to keep hold the fantasisies of insecure individuals wishing for lifes of gold "But dreams are what drive us," they say with buoyancy those ...

I actually wrote 2 last night... here's one, can't find the other one! [Peculiarities] It's funny how People set themselves apart Like how I throw my hands away From my ...