Young Writers Society

I see you staring at me. Your face is hard, your eyes are cold. Your stare has trapped me in its hold. Turn away, look away, I beg you please! ...

The fierce ocean leaping over distant rocks, Moving closer to me at every heart beat. Feeling the pulse racing trying not to look, But hypnotized by the powerful waves getting ...

I see my life in raindrops; tiny water-bubbled memories, as they fall. And I wait for the deafening thunder; the reckoning of realization hits, that I am myself, so very ...

Wow. I think you've finally nailed it. This has the same feeling that attracted me to your poetry in the first place. My own plea is to use a BIT ...

Im a terrible poet but I thought I would submit: The Alibird The Alibird, so fine, Its fangs, divine, Its wings, so free, Alibird is She? Its talons, so sharp, ...

More emotion, less poetry darling; make sense for once. Don’t quote sonnets to me about despair that you know nothing of. This is serious indeed, a grave matter has come ...

A stroke of blue and a spot of orange, visualize the sun and the ocean. A mist of black and a dot of white, the midnight glow reflects commotion. A ...

if I could turn my eyes around and view the gelatinous fillings of my skull would it make me less of a man? common sense dictates that if the blood ...

To say goodbye is hard but it's harder to not. And what stopped me? I forgot. I missed my chance, more so I miss you. I didn't say goodbye now ...

falling is the closest we've ever cometo doing something right. those words painted by your eyes were soaked with tears, ruined by the clouds, torn by the thunder until you ...

I was going through some of my stories, and I found this piece of dialogue in one of the more recent drafts for a story I wrote. Upon rereading it, ...

The swans pass by as a symbol of our love, the clouds they part, hope from above. Upon the soft earth, water twinkling at our feet, the flowers blossoming, smelling ...

Well, this is sure to be a humiliating post. One of my first attempts at poetry. Any criticism and advice would be greatly appreciated. 1994. Written April 13, 2006 I ...

Lord of Thunder Across the heavens he rides, In his chariot of gold; Rumbling over darkling clouds, He's fearless, steadfast and bold. Wielding his mighty hammer, Poised above his holy ...

A tapestry of green grass hair runs thick beneath a maiden's thigh, the luscious drops of golden daylight ordained with the fruits of colors, and the warmth in melodic, silver ...