Young Writers Society

In deep silence the warmest words are uttered, but in frustration the heart is easily cluttered. Living in vain. You seek out the sweetest words, but not just any old ...

The night was quite bold And was filled with an air Of the dark and the cold That had always been there. I looked with my eyes Quite unclouded by ...

I stand alone In this huge field. I’m surrounded by grass Lush and perfectly green. There a trees around And a lake With sand near its sides. I feel that ...

A bird flew across a barren wasteland Smoke rose in the air like a stirring dragon A few creatures had survived And they scuttled about Their ribs protruded painfully The ...

This came to me in like an hour some week and a half ago. I'm probably not going to tweak it because I'd like to preserve it just as it ...

With ripping, prying vises Her hands tear open a crevice Bottomless and sharp. I am falling Breaking my neck: Paralyzed with rage. Wildly I cry Searching for my escape. My ...

Suppose you stop and say aloud, ‘Who murdered this child on the street?’ Alas, the little fingers point, To the policeman on his beat. From Ghana to Romania, The situation ...

N.B This poem is about two birds, please let me know what you think. I stood and watched them with my eyes, Swimming splashlessly in the skies. Two of them, ...

I am reading Twilight right now finally, and this just popped in my head. I Fear thee who I loved By Angel of Death I fear thee who I loved ...

As I was walking along one day, Singing a song of joy and play. The rain was pouring down I thought what a glorious sound. Jumping with glee, I said ...

[Prompt was "write a poem about how you feel about valentine's day". Hopefully my message is clear. This is due on, when else, Valentine's Day.2/14/08: sent it in last night. ...

OPENING NIGHT twisting tangled up to my neck in curtains listen: I’m up to my neck and drowning in threads pulleys levers the house quiets, show begins the house cheers, ...

I have lived on this green earth Only fourteen years And yet Fate has already placed Her mark on me. I am young, yet I am no child. I am ...

Where will you go, When it gets too much to bear? And I will try to meet you there. When death's cold hand, Has led him far away. Leaving you ...

Seeing you there,not being able todo anything,is whatkills me.Why can't I justforget you?Things would beso much easierthat way.I guess I'lljust have todeal withnever havingtold youhow Ireally feel.