Young Writers Society

Authors Note: This is my first since poetry post since my return of a *cough* two year hiatus, so bear with me I love you so much it hurts my ...

Clouded Care By: BL As I watch the clouds above I wonder, Why can’t I? I am the one that can strive above the rest, So why can’t I fly ...

This is a poem based on a part of one story I'm writing. Not too sure on it to be honest. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Intricate detail might be a little too much ...

There's no rhyme scheme here. Just raw emotion. Enjoy. † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † † I was a waste,

[pre]Devastated heart, lost in pain: Warmed and awoken once again. Smiles and laughter coincide, She loved him back, hard to hide. The more about him she did learn, More of ...

I can be as broken as you make me feel, just pretend I'm not real. I'll sit right next to you and hold your hand I'll be there if you ...

I want to take up my thoughts of you and throw them in a fire to watch them slowly burn. I want to rip out your heart, tear it slowly ...

It's kind of short, but I like it. I wrote it a while ago, maybe two years, but it has always stuck with me. Many a Rose Has wilted and ...

Just something a little different that I thought of in the spur of the moment. Suggestions are, of course, welcome so keep 'em coming. See if you can guess what ...

Well, I decided earlier today that I wanted to write a poem. The universal question popped into my head: about what? So, while I was browsing (my hero website) I ...

I'd like to think I've improved since then, though I suppose I'm the best judge of that seeing as most of my poetry I've posted on here is rather old...I'm ...

Look at me Do you see? These permanent lines You’ve etched into my face Look at me Do you refuse to listen? To the nightmares that haunt me The ones ...

Running down the streets, Like there’s no tomorrow, My tan overcoat flying As I tiptoe though the brick sidewalks, Racing past brimstone apartment by another, By each rosebush, and each ...

It throbs in my mouth tonight like a jealousy, like a thwarted hate. As the deep reeks beyond the window on a saturdaynight of cold, of hot rum and warm ...

The reins of reason may have slipped Momentarily from my grip. I wasn't worried, it was not the first time It would not go too far - I never do. ...