Young Writers Society

With cream flavored hands, She rocks her child In the yellow-lit room With a lullaby wild. And the yellow walls Speak in softer tones As the babe is weeping Through ...

Forget me and leave me, Scream at me and swear. Mother show your helpless baby, That you just don’t care. Break some more rules. Show me how not to live. ...

It's cold, it's icy, it's bitter to the bone, It floats from the heavens, it's landing unknown, Silent and light, It twirls but is steady, It's corners sharp and sting, ...

I look into the shadowy depths of your mind I know I must have you for your soul is entwined with mine We belong together you and I For fate ...

Sometimes the dizzying effect Spins me and the world In an ethereal difference of confusion The sum of all the efforts Blinding and contradicting each other To the blurry mix ...

Everyone please comment! Thanks. Dream Come with me to land my own, A place I go to escape from home. Stay where you are and close your eyes Now dream ...

Umm, ok, this was based on what I thought was a pretty good concept, but I'm not sure if I managed to do it justice. I always seem to come ...

My mum wrote this and I thought it was really cute, Maybe us kids stress her out a little too much It's a city of people running here, running there. ...

Basically I had the first two verses in another poem and I really liked them, but I feel the rest just let it down. Any advice? I got sick of ...

Let us now acknowledge the truth – between the two of us, you’ve been laughing at me all along haven’t you? Oh don’t deny it just to spare my feelings. ...

Here I am – make me pretty, let me shine like city lights and polished steel. Make me up so I can pretend that I am plastic because real skin ...

~The note in your locker that I wish I had the nerve to put in there~ wrote a note that I was gonna put in your locker yesterday handwrote it ...

They are the abercrombie girls. They consider anything with words literature And never challenge themselves intellectually Because they do not want to appear smart. The shallow preppy guys that they ...

In the beginning it was awkward auditions And I got to see how you moved on the stage The Stage of Drama and the Stage of Life As I got ...

This is a Haiku I wrote in like, 2nd Grade for some assignment. Then someone stole it and posted it by the library. Eyes Bulge, Ugly Frog Jump! Plop into ...