Young Writers Society

It's always sou'east by south by our navigation; crossing the waves that clatter our fragile bow. Aloft the battered hulk, we stand hand-in-hand and fly footloose in the malicious winds, ...

Swallowing our ribbons When we gather Decorative and verdant We are eating laughter Tonight the air is high-drifting Between us the space is rifting We will be tongue twisting By ...

These feelings are to hard to keep in So much dishonesty, deciet, denial. Is it really worth lies and me committing a sin, when so much is at stake? Perfect, ...

Lost In Yours I lost my hand in yours and we walked the same old route, lost my hand like it’s not been lost before, as we spoke of lake ...

"Poem to xantham gum" was shockingly wonderful! Felt like something I would have read a hardened expatriate American romance poet write....definitely love it.

Maybe you will understand love poetry When you’re caught in Sunday rains with me Alone, though, we were on our way To the fabled, distant red-rosed Paris We could petal ...

This sickening secret is too much to take Every time I'm around him, I am acting fake. You've lied and cheated, and unfairly involved me But this situation has really ...

Whilst sitting under a tree In the dark of a night After a thinking spree I regrettably tried to Write a sonnet But since I had A bee in my ...

Several Lines of Iambic Pentameter (Not a Sonnet) to Xanthan_Gum By Elizabeth Mathers 3-15-06 Merry Ides of March! Warning: This is not a sonnet, this is just several lines of ...

Hellcat I'm a hellcat I write to little children letters about little Christmas angels run over by cars on highways I write about you and how some people would kill ...

Some people are so strange Some people are just derange But when I look at you I see right through me too So won't you take my hand? Or are ...

Some people are so strange Some people are just derange But when I look at you I see right through me too So won't you take my hand? Or are ...

This type of poem is called a Tanka. I just learned about it, and started working with it (format is 57577-syllables) The sound of the drums Echoes sweetly in my ...

When they said, I couldn't control my feelings, I said, "Watch me." I'm still going at it, Yes, even today. I still have such self-control, Such incredible self-discipline, It makes ...

I don’t want to be frank It’s not like me be blunt Not like me take stabbing attempts At wounded, young innocents But I’m tired And I’ve wasted grains of ...