Young Writers Society

She smile and sunlight erupts Like tiny shards of glass exploding In every possible direction. Se bats her eyes and a flicker Flashes like light catching A thousand precious jewels. ...

this poem goes through all the stages in the story of Jesus' birth, the angel telling mary, Joseph's dream, his birth in the stable, the shepherds, and the magi.

That small bird fleeting through the sky, The soldiers stare at that bird flying so high, It is not plagued with worries and fears, Through day and night guns firing ...

Ever bound our minds are torn, From nothingness ideas are born, We create a blueprint within our mind, Of the world, we are confined, A self fulfilling prophecy, Inescapable, never ...

Screaming, agonizing pain. No way out through the darkness. Grabbing, searching, feeling nothing; only coming up with cold, stale, air. Hysteria surpassing panic. Breath coming up way too short. ...

This is probably one of my worse poetry submitions but I like something about it and im willing to improve on it so please review it :) Her age wrought ...

I visit you in the night during the moon, as I can see you are restless. Tossing ...

Tears, sadness, sudden hatred. My eyes a color matching blood red. My heart aching with fear. I could see, but could not hear. A winged child of only three, ...

In times when you're rushing And feel like crying, With all the pressure And the time that runs fast. You have no idea if you will make it or not, ...

Soundrops Two pillars of salt suck the water from my tears precipitating all I hear into raindrops of singing and pain The world but silent in soft hand under a ...

I. You slept this morning, I remember that; you slept and I writhed in agony, waiting. I wanted to shake you awake; I wanted to scream that time was slipping ...

A trip back in time, to see friends that are mine. So many, so far away, I just wish to see them today. Every time I look up to the ...

Filling my head with smoke It has never been so foggy He acts as if he loves me He acts as if he hates me His son is his life ...

Your good looks encouraged me to grow up, I was an immature girl, beauty parlors were never my thing but I went to them just to look beautiful for you. ...

An angel in the flesh, behold, Eyes painted black, wings painted gold. A savior born to light the path, Accept Her gifts, infer His wrath. A healer brought to cure ...