Young Writers Society

(A merrow is an Irish sea fairy. This poem is inspired by the myth of Jack Dogherty and the merrow.) Swim with the merrow to the deep Men's souls in ...

I am not the vocabulary queen Nor am I the spelling bee And definitely not the grammar police I - - I write from heart My words rhyme with the ...

Under a tree in a cemetery I found peace under a rock Where many have looked before, Wondering what mystery May lie beneath a silent slab As the one beside ...

With the scars on my arms, And the tears running down my cheeks, You think you would know what was wrong, What I was secretly hiding. You ask me "What's ...

The Cracks 4-2-06 I. Living between each-other’s cracks, my insides are massaged by these impermanent curves. Still, my thirst is never satiated. Let woman be nigger. Let man be nigger. ...

You're my candle-flame in the dark. Hope lingers in your passion, your fire-dancing, your refusal to realise the bitter cold truth. The life you love will only go as far ...

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I think I put this in the right section, not entirely sure. All comments, crits, suggestions welcome. Rated for imagery. [untitled] der schmetterling a headless butterfly, wings whacked, blood drippin

My quantum coffee cup Is dry, barren like My soul this Sunday morning I looked picturesque sliding the styrofoam down the asphalt drive I figured it was over – Before ...

The coin falls dreamily through the air And lands into my open palm I close my hand with a flowering gesture hoping you don't see the secret move I snap ...

I am such a fool thinking things are what they're not God you're beautiful

Flowers on Grave for Father I walked through steaming graveyards, my hands feeling the black flowers as I passed by--there was no sanctuary between me and the spreading fog. There ...

This it the edited version i got rid of the second poem Hope What happens when we lose hope? hope for a better tommorrow. hope that a problem goes away. ...

actually there's two poems on here and the puntuation is pretty bad because I have no clue how to punctuate poems Hope What happens when we lose hope? hope for ...

there is nothing like staring dead into your eyes. the rose i gave you last night, dripping with raindrops and lost tears, will wilt on your windowsill next week. i ...