Young Writers Society

ok now i just wrote this after i told one of my friends why they shouldn't cut themselves. here goes: Her sadness echoed into the bitter night air This was ...

I love this day I know this day Sunshine bouncing off uneven teeth Oh I love the way you smile Waking on this plane of you I’m saying to no ...

Autumn leaves are falling down Falling down Falling down Autumn leaves are falling down My dear daddy! Get the rake and rake 'em up Rake 'em up Rake 'em up ...

Teach Me Poetry has always escaped me, Rhyme and imagery chucked out the window, Structure and meaning all but trampled and mushed, Emotions and insight trodden under my foot and ...

I thought he was kind I thought he was wise I thought he was funny I thought he was free But there she was Her blonde hair Her sparkling blue ...

Burning cold, Biting frost, The sky is falling; I am lost. A simple poem, it came to me as I was trudging through the snow and cold today...

He wasn't. Pyromania Arsen burning black paper coffins bleached blue In his kindergarten classroom At the tender age of two Round the witching month A couple days, beyond the witching ...

Reste ici une moment I am drowning in dreams Because those eyes can’t be real Abstracted and perfectly wild There’s nothing tame about you, you know I saw how you ...

Like a good girlfriend I sit here and do nothing While you don't talk to me because you have chores to do Like a good girlfriend, I say I love ...

My apologise if this isn't set out right im pretty new still to poetry so bare with me please. She sits in a corner bloody and bruised Thinking of how ...

Note: this is just a random poem that came in to my head. Cheese... 'tis delicous 'tis smelly 'tis edible Blue cheese is yummy, though you'd think it'd be gross ...

How do you describe with words things beyond beauty and grace? Is there nothing I can say that will show you what I speak of? "So beautiful!" you will cry ...

Kept in a cage, so full of rage I'm calling your name, giving up on my own game nothing's ever the same everything's bound to change wrapped up in chains, ...

Slit My wrists Slowly the pain is my one true love watch me bleed I'm smiling now, see? to me pain is like ecstacy nirvana or better I don't care ...

it had to have been passion that snapped them off, for flowers and scissors do not mix in wine-drunk twilights and the gloom of unsteady streetlamps, especially not on nights ...