Young Writers Society

Oh white castles and murder Take me in as our sins wash away our sanity Lust broken into writhed glass Our love, a toxic muse. I lay on the floor ...

You've heard of pfifers and fiddlers, and poems relating to them, but what about a taburasac. Yes the Croatian tamburica(Tahm-Boo-Ree-Tza) is an interesting instrument, of the string family. The commo

There is no beginning These hands are by chance This special place in space in time Infinitesimally abysmal We are but manifestations of God Atoning for eons passed These familiar ...

A moon in my azure sky is a pinpoint for the mystique it still has after all these long years colors never fade with age, but sanctuaries crumble - history ...

Music Haunting Lovely Get up and dance! Run around Screaming Loud melodies With beat Pulsing Throbbing Eardrums hurting Until the climax And all is quiet.

Sickly sweet silver flash in the light blade’s trickle of warm and wet smiles underlined by a depth of kohl shadows wild guesses in the dark of the sun as ...

Biting your bloody lip, You tell me all your secrets What he’s done these past few days Time at rug-burn paces, You topple off of your ceiling fan Falling gracefully ...

This bloodline is full of strong women Figurines ice cold against the raging storm Of emotional men, the backs on red hands Flung against faces, They are not porcelain, but ...

Innocence drapes me like a white cloak virginity my eyes are pure closed to the passion, the rain of desire drizzling your body My ivory tower is water-proof Yet a ...

Raise requiem A body burns tonight Exult your praises to the Elixir of excuses On this closed-door room Stained glasses and stained vision We’re spotless on the casket, Pristine, the ...

Alright, this is an example of "Imagery" Poetry, which is supposed to creative images in your head... if anbody can seriously DEFINE imagery poetry and help me with this, it's ...

Hell is a Place Hell is an over-and-under place; it is fueled with the souls of pilgrims and the tongues of shepherds. The raven crows at twilight for broken water, ...

No more motion activated towel dispensers. No more battery powered toothbrushes. 8 line highways but still cramped, work from home Internet ads oh the T.V We need to do what ...

Revised Version: My Fate (rough title, will likely change it later) Floating through the space of life; Follow the yellow brick road. Holding hands with fate, Her touch becomes cold. ...

Speckless blackening gape, Above turrets, towers and escalators Without any greying moon Mazes of terraces and guttering, Chimneys black, emitting no smoke. Rising damp, inadequate pipes Only gardens