Young Writers Society

Majestic horses Stampede if you come near Beware-don’t come close. Waving in the wind Small green leaves are fluttering The large tree stands tall. Small, fragrant sweet peas And the ...

so, I'm new here; this is my first post. I'm not sure if I'm posting in the proper place or what, but, here goes. I found out about this place ...

You come in on drumbeat Casual in black and gray Forged in darkness, the ring you bear Has a silver inscription, twisting the fine lines Of our friendship into love, ...

in your mind, jagged melodies are cutting themselves to pieces while a senseless snarl of sound disintegrates into lilting lyrics and bass-lines that reverberate in your chest cavity. in your ...

(To my Great Aunt Gil) Tick Tock I listen to that clock Grandfather in the hall And I See Black cabs Mayfair, Glamour... Oh, what a life could be London ...

Onion skin is on my bitter lips tonight A sidewalk canvas open to the mytique that lays near me - side by rotten side wheels to the carpet pavement hand ...

[untitled] Once, I walked along the shores of Lake Superior, on the cradled, massaged, thrown & ancient stones, barefoot in April, scarcely a fortnight since Winter's end. The waves were ...

Im a terrible poet but I thought I would submit: The Alibird The Alibird, so fine, Its fangs, divine, Its wings, so free, Alibird is She? Its talons, so sharp, ...

More emotion, less poetry darling; make sense for once. Don’t quote sonnets to me about despair that you know nothing of. This is serious indeed, a grave matter has come ...

if I could turn my eyes around and view the gelatinous fillings of my skull would it make me less of a man? common sense dictates that if the blood ...

Lord of Thunder Across the heavens he rides, In his chariot of gold; Rumbling over darkling clouds, He's fearless, steadfast and bold. Wielding his mighty hammer, Poised above his holy ...

A tapestry of green grass hair runs thick beneath a maiden's thigh, the luscious drops of golden daylight ordained with the fruits of colors, and the warmth in melodic, silver ...

SuburbiaA storm is coming Skittled rocks on river pavement In a mesh of bloodshed hair Tongues secured in thin glass windows The blooming blossoms, yielding pears Blown in cancer New ...

Here are some haikus I have written, let me know what you think! Clouds - Oh those bumbly clouds their subtle sense of humour mocks how we worry. Tree - ...

Just before you read this - know I'm NOT comparing myself to Jesus. That's not the point. A flowing string of cocoa beans and the gushing taste of vineyard wine ...