Young Writers Society

Man

The quietness of the library I wonder if she knows she makes the library for me? Time in the library without her Would be time and time and time again ...

San Francisco mist in morning over the trees in Golden Gate park carries over in mourning to light the Pacific’s dark. The pyramid sways in sunshine gray afternoons in Chinatown ...

"Leaves" Beautiful soldiers Marching uniformly from The large chestnut tree

Was a rounded pendulum swung, dangling from the air, springing downward from an angry clock-face? Was it like Cronos’ stretched and aching member, invisible to my puny, penis-avoiding eyes, on ...

The soft red leaky tendrils of the sun’s emitted fumes upon the farmhouse windowpane: a morning whisper jagged in design and prophylactic tedium to wake the sleeping farmer from his ...

Look at that factory: a sore upon the city-street; a boorish decoration that has sewn itself upon the sidewalk like a vile, self-sufficient plant. We were minding our own business, ...

Somehow, he knows the precise moment at which to tug the fishing line. Past the unknowable edge of every corner building, he is a wiry boy with hair asunder. His ...

I swat at passing time. A freight train with no destination. An endless clock stands. Taunting me. A minute sparrow pops out, reminding me of the inevitable end. The audacity! ...

Can you see the lights are fading Another sadistic innocence was lost, And here i am to pick up the pieces Please call me a saint. All i wanted was ...

I'm pretty tense because this is the first poem which is very different from what I write. This was written in a hurry,I know I got to revise it again,it ...

Inspired by The Beatles' Strawberry Fields Forever and the garden of Eden. ------------- Beneath a sea of strawberries, Where no soul would whimper of Red eyed figures. Let me take ...

tick tick tick the clock upon the mantle sounds magnified to me all else is silent. not a knock, or a footstep, or a ring. i moved the phone away ...

Don't believe the things you see. Pretend they're just fleeting looks, Because that's all they are. "Cover thy eyes, tell me, what is it that you seek?" "Just what it ...

Heavily revised version of a poem I posted a couple months back. ----- White water whisking gently by Your embracing arms and open smile. Kneeling down upon the earth, As ...