Young Writers Society

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 ...

To be honest when it comes to writing poetry or anything else for that matter I don’t know what I’m doing so here it goes just tell me what you ...

For once there was an interruption, A brazen noise of insurrection, Product of wayward intersection Lacking further introspection. Once there was a passive note Sailing through a song by rote ...

Raspberry and Cream Marcia’s by the lake again, Sipping raspberry and cream. Though I doubt the fairy will join her, or so it’s going to seem Marcia’s by the lake ...

Okay this is my very first poem. I usually write stories but i decided to have a go at poetry. I hope you like. Love is… Love is like a ...

Am I losing my touch? Hope Conforms Eternal. Its what we've always wanted, omnipotence without working memory. Held up in opulent mausoleums and billboard slogans, burned down in sound-proof cathedral

The new day has begun: Sugar we’re goin’ down, swingin’ In the park, for hours a day And the sickness from staring at the sky Staring at the sun in ...

To One Hand Clapping (This Life is the Art of Listening) 1-12-06 There are only whispers. We are the contemplators in our highest. This life is the art of listening. ...

Here are the fabled laurel leaves A smile, when it’s fading – Golden in the threadbare past While you constructed little ditties They knocked together temples of stone But now ...

Okay this is the first poem that I have submitted to YWS and it just happened to pop into my head when I was at school in the most boring ...

When the world keeps spinning out of control, You must know that you can request no troll Because he has just thrown you about, Maybe even stuffed you right full ...