Young Writers Society

Inspired by Isaiah 64:8 :)

Formerly titled, "Quiet Voices". I took the advice of some users on here on my last poem and I would like to share the revised version.

Quite Voices. All constructive comments are greatly appreciated! :-D

Another day I live.....

Different kinds of life. Different kinds of pain. Different kinds of healing, but maybe one most profound.

This is a poem about everything that is, that was, that will be.

As I fly around the world...

Prompt challenge from Alfred. Had to be a couplet.

By Harrington. Reviews and/or comment welcome.

They are big and soft and white as snow. Their beauty is pure and they take a hold Of the the dangers and evils, theytoss them a side Angel wings ...

I'll give up one day - when my ribs need to breathe and my lungs are sick of it - under a tree, maybe, with dappled light being the Morse ...

There sits a judge in my head, he looks upon his realm of thoughts he readies to victimize. My mind is his paradise, rifling through memories and plays with my ...

So this poem is quite childish, I can understand that, but i wrote it for my friend who was moving away and I gave her a picture of a butterlfy. ...

So this is what comes out of me writing poetry/lyrics when I'm not angry at the world.... Tear it to pieces! My Name is the One You'll Never Know- I- ...

The night that everything cracked back open, She sat outside reflecting On the inside of herself. She was convinced that she was whole again, And had pushed herself harder Than ...