Young Writers Society

Raspberry and Cream Marcia’s by the lake again, Sipping raspberry and cream. Though I doubt the fairy will join her, or so it’s going to seem Marcia’s by the lake ...

Okay this is my very first poem. I usually write stories but i decided to have a go at poetry. I hope you like. Love is… Love is like a ...

Am I losing my touch? Hope Conforms Eternal. Its what we've always wanted, omnipotence without working memory. Held up in opulent mausoleums and billboard slogans, burned down in sound-proof cathedral

The new day has begun: Sugar we’re goin’ down, swingin’ In the park, for hours a day And the sickness from staring at the sky Staring at the sun in ...

To One Hand Clapping (This Life is the Art of Listening) 1-12-06 There are only whispers. We are the contemplators in our highest. This life is the art of listening. ...

Here are the fabled laurel leaves A smile, when it’s fading – Golden in the threadbare past While you constructed little ditties They knocked together temples of stone But now ...

Okay this is the first poem that I have submitted to YWS and it just happened to pop into my head when I was at school in the most boring ...

When the world keeps spinning out of control, You must know that you can request no troll Because he has just thrown you about, Maybe even stuffed you right full ...

this is my first ever poem so constructive and honest feedback would be good! A Land where the skies are as blue as the seas, A Land where man walk ...

Hi, I'm Black and here is something I got-- It's not very good, but it will have to do: I blow corvette smoke with a final thrust Driving the white ...

Winter breeze wraps 'round Autumn trees as cold air sweeps Up yesterdays leaves.

Wind lazily blows As masquerades of leaves fall, Rainbows of autumn.

Come closer: Hear my secret, Promise not to tell A single soul. I’ve got a million pretty words And absolutely no control Over what may slip from this Lip gloss ...

Mirror: Before the mirror upon the wall, A princess sits with saddened eyes, The truth’s displayed before her, But she’s preoccupied with lies. Her imperfections linger, Before her drop-dead gorge

She’s teaching me a lesson First she leaves me without a word Stranded inside and on a deep canyon Without a choice I have to face it all Right now ...