Young Writers Society

“Good evening,” said the Crocodile, “It’s nice to see you here. I wish to greet you with a smile and welcome you with cheer.” The tiny school of fishes four, ...

3-11-03 Too weak to lift a pen To type an emotion And too strong to remain calm. Shudder in this feeling of mine. Shudder. Fire and people are dancing The ...

Just because i had the chance... B is for Bummer, O is for Overly unattentive, R is for Rejection, E is for Everlasting Stupidity, D is for Days dragging on. ...

Picture this - best friend - Red hair and innocent She’s entrapped in her boyfriend’s Spider web of arms We joke and laugh and Sip a soda in a myriad ...

Bold, clear images, as usual outstanding poetry with this bold sentimental quality that balances out with the language. Personally, I felt a connection with this poem. I could praise forever ...

The Hokey Pokey Nokey Lokey Mockey Tokey Monkeys on the wall Why you fall? You're not that tall, come on let's rall Ball, ball No one's ball Shoot in the ...

Rough, written for a creative writing class at the community college I attend. *** Allah Allah My God I cry to you From empty fields and homes Dismembered, destroyed, desolated ...

“A concrete wall of massive destruction” That’s what he considered himself. So ready to achieve and willing to succeed “A huge disgrace to the human race” That’s what others considered ...

[untitled] An Experimental Piece “Begin your poem with a quote—it increases the impact and provides excellent voice.” Love is like Macbethweeping over femininebeards. “Who is your audience? Wh

Note: This poem is meant to be read aloud. Rated PG-13 due to language why is he in love with the mechanical bride nuts and bolts trail her every trail ...

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It isn't that I don't find comfort in gasoline rainbows, I heard that gasoline rainbows in some other poem.... yours or not, I am not sure.... I like this poem... ...

I would like to apologize to Shawn You were right and i was wrong Nothing is worth losing our friendship I was mean and untrue I should have stood right ...

Memoires of Poison-Kissings *originally titled "Memoire of Samsara Celebrations", I changed it because I thought you folks would like it more. Tell me I was wrong, please, because I prefer ...

Strawberry pink on the decisive blue lines As the taste of postage stamps linger on tongues Flashing by countless bright yellow street signs Here we have fallen - so honest, ...