Young Writers Society

On his Birthday.... We were three months past our date, The first green Saturday night lounge, Where we met...and here was his birthday. The red roses, the candles, the wine; ...

You say your sorry, as you look in my eyes, The marks on your wrist, Bleed as you cry. You fall to the ground, as you sit on your knees, ...

Into a bag of chips you stick your hand, Generic Chips because thats the brand. Flavor it up with an orignal twist. Wash it all down with a can of ...

I wrote this when I was ten I think... So don't be too brutal... Just wondered if someone could give me some tips so I could improve it and make ...

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Well two of my first poems combined so lets see......named: Fantasy of Hearts Heroes of Heart, They do not part. In a kingdom, where darkness reigns. In the sky the ...

brad had a girlfriend once when he was twelve she kissed him twice (on the cheek) and leapt into the pond her face pale like a doll’s her blue tears ...

I could sit here and listen To songs that remind me of you Depressing and slow Or energetic. Whatever Just loud and washing over me I could sit with pen ...

This is a poem I wrote a while ago. Sorry if there are spelling errors I don't have time to edit it Green Eyes Don't you realize you're my hero ...

hey, i wrote this in career development and I'm posting it now, needing a poetry post. This is my first love and my lesser talent, so go easy on my ...

The Wristband Age you preach your one-size-fits-all spiritual philosophy from a soapbox on sky TV perfect for the wristband age Good causes are thought up in boardrooms. Morals are bought ...

You are my best friend, You know everything i did and do, There are no secrets between us, You feel my pain, You feel my joy, So why is it ...

Shark He's part of a world of smoke, of black linoleum of green felt table tops. He's all at once the hiss and click of balls colliding and the smooth ...

Sweet scent of your perfume in the air I'm trying so hard to forget that I care Since the day you walked out the door I've been lying here, alone ...