Young Writers Society

Doctor, come quick My heart just might break What can you prescribe For this awful heartache? What I need is you To get over this illness The real truth is ...

I wrote this last year a while back... Around this time of year, right before my birthday or so... I took the comments I recieved into consideration and this is ...

Here, it's short, and I might add more lines. If i'm ever bored in Literature again... In this mirror My reflection shows me Everything That I don't want to be.

A winter night's tale The moon shimmers through the branches Of the old dry tree beside the meadow The sky looks gorgeous when compared To the frozen nerved earth below. ...

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I saw you hanging from that rope upon the apple tree. I know it's much to late to ask questions at this point. I thought you loved mne dearly as ...

How the setting sunQuietly delights my mind-Secret of summer. Haiku : three unrhymed lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, respectively. -Amice-

If you find the light and then you loose your sight, Then you as well have been hounded By the hunters of time. If you get your freedom And then ...

No one. No one can be trusted. A hand to be held, a hand to be wasted. A mouth to be kissed, those lips will be gone. That boy you ...

I'm lying on my bed, Wrapped in too many clothes - I've been exposed, I feel naked. Today, Dreaded Tuesday, Was always meant to be the end. Was it? Well ...

Here’s for all those times I wish I never gave a damn! I wish I never cared Because you’re not worth a second chance You left me alone You didn’t ...

this if for you Brad (Incandescance), after reading someone's critique on one of your recent poems, I was inspired to write this for all the poetry of your people don't ...

See the mothers in the park Ugly creatures chiefly Someone must have loved them once But in the dark and briefly. By Jack Lurk I'm pretty sure Jack Lurk is ...

To be or not to be, Hamlet thought it a simple question To live or not to live, to take it, fight it, or end it At first, at least, ...

Cry I was a bud, Awaiting bloom on the sunshine day Saving my fragile tenderness for the hopeful season of bliss. But …it was a fateful moment I was destined ...