Young Writers Society

On his Birthday.... We were three months past our date, The first green Saturday night lounge, Where we met...and here was his birthday. The red roses, the candles, the wine; ...

Chocolate Twirls and Licorice Gobs, Packets of candy and big toffee globs, OOOH such wonderful things! I bow down to candy, my grateful king. These are the things I know ...

Poem, a mear word, a fragmentation, Of the wonderful feeling, the sensation, Of writing thoughts, to share with others, To give to fathers, to give to mothers. Poem, a strong ...

He looked at me I stared back. He scratched his nose I stared back. He rubbed his hair I stared back. He smiled a bit I stared back. He yawned ...

The fisherman and his daughter, Walked along the sand, They spoke of the water, Together, hand in hand. That day he had brought her, His motherless daughter, Down by the ...

This poem is written in a Geordie accent. Some people (especially Americans) won't understand because I've done it in over the top broad Geordie... Erm, for those of you who ...

"if I Died" If I died the kids that I sit with at lunch at school would say "That's that's too bad" and "awww" and "I never liked her anyway" ...

This poem is aimed at younger children, and may also be a song...any comments? I wish of wishes, of wishes themselves. Of horses and turtles, lions and elves. Of trees ...

Mist and rain, May bring pain Thunder and lightning May be frightening, Sleet and frost Is when i'll feel lost, But when your here The sun is near. I'm not ...

lie irreversibly as distant fallen fences against white winter, as though the angle of repose is the imperative lesson, there has never I love that line... Wow...this poem is great...just ...

You say your sorry, as you look in my eyes, The marks on your wrist, Bleed as you cry. You fall to the ground, as you sit on your knees, ...

sakura And, Now Ladies and Gentelmen Death has come The Black Pariah of crackling ashes, rolling clouds of serpent dust The Hounds lick my feet and fingers edging me up ...

Girl: Hey I didn't know CL could write narrative poetry. Guy: Neither did I, kinda wierd don't cha think? ME: Hey you, ya you over there, I am right here! ...

I wrote this, wanted to know if it was any good, hope you like it. It takes place in a land of poverty, A beautiful place, Beaches without water, Children ...

I am just a person walking by, Do i tell the truth or just plain lies? You have no idea what I've heard and seen You have no idea of ...