Young Writers Society

“How far is it to the moon?” she asks. You look down at the top of her head. “A long ways, my love,” you say. She turns and gazes up ...

Greetings, editor. This is a poem from my story, told from the point of view of a guy, not a girl. I'm not happy with it, so any advice as ...

My heart burns pationately for your desire The truth eats at my soul Both, they burn on fire But still there is that peice of my heart, a huge, gaping ...

Im not a poet but heres one I wrote several years back ----- When I see your ghostly figure, I know it cannot be real, For you are torn forever, ...

He came from nowhere, Incan did From the murky depths of the sea. A primitive brain with a primordial yearning To eat all the poems he could see. While slinking ...

My heart is dead For I have as much feeling as the rotting floor beneath me, My heart is dead. How has it died? Has it been dead? My heart, ...

His heart pounds He fights for breath. He has been running Running forever. No, not running, Just afraid, As if he has been running. His mouth tastes Of copper, and ...

The wind in the leaves whispers silently A tale of the times long ago When the trees and the rivers danced merrily In the fields and the valleys below. When ...

The sky is antique grey the sun a hazy yellow its muted rays reach through the clouds and sparkle all around me Silently I glide along Clouds of dirt swirl ...

I listen to the old songs. When people ask me Why did I leave America? Where the streets are paved with gold where I could be safely away from Terrorism ...

They say life is what you make it, But what if you only fake it, The insults they throw, you sit and take it, And the feeling inside, you can ...

I Think of You Every night I look at the stars, and I think of you. Every night before bed I look at your picture, and I miss you. Every ...

Hush little darling, Just rest in your bed, Dream of sweet angels, Don’t think of the dead. Hush little darling, Don’t spill any tears, Despite your young age, You are ...

She holds her head high, And walks with the grace Of a heart of steel. She’s the kind of girl Who would do your homework, A push over. She’s a ...

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