Young Writers Society

This bloodline is full of strong women Figurines ice cold against the raging storm Of emotional men, the backs on red hands Flung against faces, They are not porcelain, but ...

Innocence drapes me like a white cloak virginity my eyes are pure closed to the passion, the rain of desire drizzling your body My ivory tower is water-proof Yet a ...

Raise requiem A body burns tonight Exult your praises to the Elixir of excuses On this closed-door room Stained glasses and stained vision We’re spotless on the casket, Pristine, the ...

Alright, this is an example of "Imagery" Poetry, which is supposed to creative images in your head... if anbody can seriously DEFINE imagery poetry and help me with this, it's ...

Hell is a Place Hell is an over-and-under place; it is fueled with the souls of pilgrims and the tongues of shepherds. The raven crows at twilight for broken water, ...

No more motion activated towel dispensers. No more battery powered toothbrushes. 8 line highways but still cramped, work from home Internet ads oh the T.V We need to do what ...

Revised Version: My Fate (rough title, will likely change it later) Floating through the space of life; Follow the yellow brick road. Holding hands with fate, Her touch becomes cold. ...

Speckless blackening gape, Above turrets, towers and escalators Without any greying moon Mazes of terraces and guttering, Chimneys black, emitting no smoke. Rising damp, inadequate pipes Only gardens

(I hate this cute little rhythm, and for it, I apologize.) Empty melodies in frigid air, a taste hollow and lacking will - so fallen on black ashes where they ...

Emily says to me, in a voice so perfect and hushed, that the world never paid her the ears or hearts she's due. The very same hunger and island has ...

This is my first attempt at poetry in quite a while, so this could be interesting. Be merciless. That day I took a walk in the rain, across a piece ...

Ice covered mountains Majestic and towering Stands in mist of clouds.

Anything is possible in the Dark. The Night is a robe of possibilities A Cinderella until daylight Sweet susurrus secrets are heard through the tacit night air. Their thoughts focus ...

This is my poem Slow Down. It's the first work I have posted on here, and I would really appreciate some feedback on it. Thanks so much! Slow Down Slow ...

Baby Blue Rosary Fell asleep with my rosary baby blue, tied around a belt loop; not tired—no sleep around— only the lava—the glowing, burning, fiery though soon to be stone ...