Young Writers Society

Ok, here's the deal: tell me what image this poem paints for you. I wrote this based on a picture I saw tonight and I'd like to know if what ...

Kind of blew right by me... Very descriptive and had great imagery.

Turn Out the Lights Turn out the lights. Please. I can’t see the stars. I miss the stars. I can’t remember the patterns, the beauty, the glow. But, I know ...

Inspiration! 9-21-05 Possibilities blossom, curling roots extend lightning zings as my mind sings everywhere and everyone will hear this call. Heaven is this manic excitement, while my future is huggi

I’m not underground Yet And you don’t seem to understand That it hurts too much to talk about it I’m not innocent I would be dead by now if I ...

a tug of the tie, two fingers pulling cranberry-red silk loose, a habitual toss of your head making a fold of hair fall into your eyes open collar revealing soft ...

School Again Did your home work, again, Read your school books, again, Did detention for not signing my diary, again. And I'm late, again, So I wait, again, For the ...

The Mirror What do I see in this mirror? In this mirror all cracked and dingy? I see a memory, a tiny memory, and what I saw so many years ...

It’s dusk and the leaves are still falling from the sky The wind was rough today, bent trees swaying to commands It’s cold out I take in those sharp and ...

It grabs your wrists And twists and twists It makes up lies and rips up skies It kills and cries and tries and tries So desperately to hurt you I’ve ...

Okay, I'm really (REALLY) bad at poetry, but I just thought of this in my head (changed it a bit) and put it on the computer. It is the way ...

NOTE: I'm not really good at poetry, story-writing is more of my thing...but this was just swimming around in my head the other day...and i know its not good...suggestions are ...

I'm not exactly sure where this should go as it seems it could fit under dramatic poetry also. And it's probably a bad poem to use for my YWS debut ...

Looking back now I can see you and me, How wild and free we were, Just thinking about how we use to runaway, Put’s me back on this high that ...

This is my weird poem, I posted it because I only just wrote it. I think it's ok My banana My banana is not yellow. It is grey, shrivelled and ...