Young Writers Society

Age is not death but growth, It nobles and mystifies one With scars of mar and flight of sons Growth is not life but decay, It wrinkles and withers you ...

I shall never sleep, nor awaken. Forever in my soul. My heart is bound and my love is free. Forever in my soul. To this day I love you, and ...

Remember those hot June nights camped up on the house rooftop under the ink black sky, and a canopy of cherry trees, stars like dust through the seams. We had ...

A lust for power and a yearning for freedom, the sides of soul collide. Choose your own path in life let it feed from your soul. Forever light, or forever ...

Phantasos lingers: crouched, hunched, nose buried in borrowed poppies. He is fragments and run-ons taken out of context, stygian white and green as sin, failing wings over lakes, bookends and ...

Losing Love Oh blue skies, once I would have exclaimed that in joy. I would have stared deeply into that brilliant wide canvas and felt, something else; Something other than ...

The bell rings, excusing us from fourth period lab. Plastic goggles in the cabinet, heavy aprons unsnapped and hung by the door, we stepped out into the hallway. Chemistry was ...

OKay second shot at a first impression....I gave up trying to fix the first poem i posted wasn't worth the trouble, yet after that u kinda fell into a hole ...

hey you pretty little blonde with transparent makeup broken eyeliner, broken eyes that say maybe you’ve seen it all maybe it really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be this ...

They scurry beneath the wooden roof their fat bodies glistening with diamonds as they shiver together, their eyes closed, dreaming of Warmth and Sunlight. They have forgotten what their wolfish ...

A short verse about rude customers. Our customers are very rude And so we serve them fatty foods And then their arterys will clog Their hearts will fail them in ...

To tell every one the truth I hate put downs. They shift their weight on you, you feel like some thing more powerful than you is pulling you down. Some ...

Boxed in Locked out My heart is racing I hear a shout My brain in doubt As I stand out Of this crowd All around Because I am meant to ...

As the title suggests, after reading Incan's "how to" on writing poetry I got inspired to write this (well, not really, just some of the imagery he used in the ...

The sound of your laughter Fills my soul with light Changing earth to heaven An Angel entered my life The dancing shadows of your dreams Twinkle brightly in your eyes ...