Young Writers Society

As a horse lover, I just wrote this poem. I really love horses and exspcially racing. So I wrote this story for a racehorse, no certain one, but for all. ...

Okay, so this is a different poem... but I kinda liked it. The Box No Box Exists In Life, It only lives. It is the invisible wall, Between me and ...

Here's a little clue of what to do, if your son's best mate is Vanessa. If he likes to dance, swaps horror for romance, And applies for work ex as ...

More stream of conciousness poetry. This one is about a little town I visited in China this past summer. It made me sad. I'll translate the little bit at the ...

Note: This poem contains references that may be inappropiate for children under the age of 13. Parental supervision is recommended for our younger members. - Nate i wrote this in ...

Some people have nothing, When all they want is something, But they don't get anything, Because some people have everything.

He bound and gagged me Tied me to the chair Then he walked away Leaving me in hunger and pain He ruled me. I could only eat when he let ...

Ok, writing poems is not my strong point, I'm not that good at them but I want to improve, so feel free to voice any suggestions about this poem. War ...

Nervous and tense outside.But inside there is peace,An oasis of hope for a thirsty soul.Like a butterfly suspended on a petal.Outside, eyes pricked for any sign of danger.But inside, peaceful ...

I was experimenting with structure here, and the result was something very...odd. Unfortunately the forum wont let me post it like it's intended to be written - it reads better ...

I wrote this at midnight last night, after one of those thoughts that sometimes resolves itself into a poem around the witching hour. Its not brilliant, but I like the ...

No One Is a nobody But not everyone Is a somebody. And I dedicate this poem, For the ones who killed, At Columbine High School.

First off, I wasn't exactly sure where to put here it is. I don't like to title things, so this'll probably end up without one. One more thing, if you're ...

I walk through the Hall The Hall of 100 Mirrors. In each one I see A different side of me Even though they're all the same. In one, who I ...

This is one of my favourite (rhyming) poem's I've written and I'd appreciate any hints on how to improve it. Its still in raw, just-as-it-was-written form, so I know there ...