Young Writers Society

I'm trying to clean up my older poetry, so please tell me what you think! :)

Boy folds love in cranes delicate the way paper kisses his palms hours later there are thousands ...

1 I don’t think I can stand being away from you any longer. One month has been enough and I am very anxious to see the blue of your eyes ...

I thought we meant something, I guess I thought wrong. How could I possibly mean something to you when you're so happy to be gone? We said it was forever, ...

I walk down the path, Leaves crunching under my feet, As I go to the place where we used to meet. It was my escape From the hurt found at ...

“I love you” The words you’d never say “I love you” The games you’d always play “I love you” The line I’ll never believe “I love you&rdquo

Why don’t you lie to me, While you lie with me. Tell me about the stars in my eyes, Or the future we have, Or how you love how my ...

Like when the last golden leaf on the tree falls to the ground Only to be crushed underfoot, An omen of the oncoming December, Love is fleeting. And now it’s ...

o. there are nine reasons why a writer will never love you (back) and this is one of them. i. we've never said exactly what we've meant - and ...

Caress my creaking strings, they come untuned so easily. I know songs of water, of blood and I can sing for fifty. Reset the loom so heavy, for my ...

My days are a fight for survival They are spent waiting for your arrival You never seem to come around I never seem to be found I spend my days ...

If you fell for me, why didn't you fight?

Blank pages, I can't put a single word down. I write my best after a long conversation in person with you. Of course a majority of my poems revolve around ...

I'm always describing something or other of yours. I think, "Maybe you are me -- I know every trace of a heartbeat you leave behind, and I follow the outline ...