Young Writers Society

I stop and smile, And think a while, At the things that can not be. Like a homeless man, You see now and then, Trying to find his way. And ...

Well, the useal I guess Brad, well done descriptions etc. For some reason I didn't like the 2 line structure and the way you cut off the sentences in order ...

Drift along On the sea of life The cliche, the metaphor Thats always used Why do we make poems Why do we express Why do we write stories In beats ...

Sitting alone in my room, The telly blares and the radio goes boom, It's all getting way too much, I see the knife and make a clutch, I hold it ...

Iv deleted this text coz like bubble wrapped said...not good to post your name, and also it WAS a school assignment, my stuff isnt that good but i am only ...

who she is, I have no idea, but she brings me cigarettes and a reason to smoke. the reason, of course, is to combat the slow decay of reminiscence, so ...

hay swain two sit entwining hay, golden flax spinning into rope between their fingers, the quietus of an autumns day settling like the lord’s mantle on their shoulders. and she ...

This poem is more of a song ((for reasons that would take too long to explain)) but it can be a poem. I wasn't sure where to put it, because ...

This poem has been knocking around in my head for a while, but I am having trouble on several accounts: 1. I need to work in the main context of ...

The title is taken from the song, Maria, from Paint Your Wagon. The poem itself is a bit tweaky and here and there but I've been crying... give me another ...

I speak of shadows Filter the night The long distance stars Shine on me so bright I watch the future Fade in your hand There still is so much That ...

(Er... another lame attempt of mine at poetry. Do not be too lenient. I must learn after all.) One of those tepid nights where the coat-less shiver and fools play ...

Respect Is just re-used compliments Dipped in chocolate And served to a woman On a silver platter Men don’t make respect They steal it From another chef And serve it ...

The make up it stains your face and you know it On the outside you’re laughing, smiling, deceiving Waiting for you to crack They say don’t play with fire But ...

Through his eyes the world is perfect. Everything is in its place, Nothing deserves a second thought. Through his eyes the stars sparkle in the night. The moonlight filters in ...