Young Writers Society

This is a freewrite I did and I absolutely hate it, so go ahead, tear it apart.... It has no editing, completely raw and untouched. i dont understand this why ...

The Bus by Dan Sanders Another siren wails through the air peircing it, like a sword peirces flesh; its just an ordinary day wailing, wailing, like the mourners at tomorrows ...

All right, I enjoy love poems mostly, but I don't agree with these American idea's of love. Butterflies and rainbows? That's an elementary school crush, not true love. Real love ...

Wow... I have seen so many poems about suicide. Sometimes the topic does get a little dried up. I do like the poem, like most of your other works, Brad. ...

my friend wrote this poem Eternal Life She-ever since six planned to perfection the bouquet of pearl daisies the crystal seamed princess dress He-learned the arts of obedience.commitment.responsibilit

Bending the truth So you make me Feel like there’s Nothing I can do You make me feel At fault, as though It’s all my doing And it just isn’t ...

So this is Life-- Waking up in the morning Plodding along meaninglessly Infatuated with a woman. No, this is Heaven! Soaring on unseen wings High above it all With love ...

those who forget the past have no future and those who can't dream can never achieve pasted with big font on society's billboards supported by brainwashed schoolchildren and their pencil ...

it bleeds dry sepia blood like cheap postcards which we devour like burning chocolat chaud à l'école. two chalk-white panadols are remaining in the cutting, green-splashed foil with round, plastic ...

I wrote this days ago.. I wrote this in my religion notebook. I don't like the way I wrote it now I found it back, but I do like the ...

Of all the poems I’ve sat and written About you, my feelings, and my confusion This is the last one, I swear I’ve realised it’s over Took me a while ...

Silver circles black, breaks the skin, Hangs low against the neck and cheek Of someone else's problem As she sits in her sphere, the blue room With the open window ...

This really impressed me, Brad. Very good job; the imagery captured my attention well. Mmm... the unicorn line in the second stanza seems a little on the cheesy/cliche end, though... ...

clacking breaking glass dead workbooks old people playing boules saint denis with his head in his hands literally brown plastic cup of hot chocolat salami baguette giving the pickles to ...

*smiles in a kind of scared way* this is one of my cheesy rhyming poems that just came to me, so...try not to be incredibly harsh. The sky is falling ...