Young Writers Society

I wrote this early in the morning, I think it's my most creative time, or maybe I was just tired and confused...*shrug* I don't share my poetry... well, today would ...

Momentum I’ve laced my shoes and slouched my socks And hit the pavement, Jogging. I’m not warmed up; I’m not prepared, And yet I’ve started Running. I’ve reached the crest; ...

8-28-05 (The Most Poetic Day I Shall Ever Live) If I live to be two thousand long years old, then never shall I forget the rareness, awe, and sure, pure ...

It's hard to see the light when you stare into countless shadows, hidden behind the facade, a veil of drunken voices and a chorus that impounds your heart - move ...

This reads like an acid trip, I sort of like it. Last stanza especially is quite evocative.

Darkness covers all of me. Its like whenever I move I Kill something, I hurt something. Its just like theres a shadow over me. Controling everything I do, Everything I ...

Blank Paper (aka Writers Block) down in the dark where ideas lurk like twisting steamy vapours amidst cold trees; there you will find me sitting alone and wondering at a ...

“Diana” Visions of pink Care Bears called “Rainbow” And movie scenes in black and white Flicker across my mind before they Collide with combat boots And camouflage paint smeared across ...

I blame this all on Thomas, it's all his fault. In class today he was trying to say, My shirt is black: mi camiseta es negra, but instead he said, ...

it all comes to this this is the final stage and i'm through i'm through with your words your torment the way you look at me when i'm praised and ...

For those of you who don't know, slam poetry is poetry that is memerized and then performed before a panel of fellow poet-judges. Its really fun, and full of anger. ...

Innocent I see you, little girl sweet child, baby girl and I watch your small heart breaking- yet again. you’re in my memories, little girl my heart, my dreams, baby ...

Note: This is the first draft of this poem, so any replies regarding how I could make it better would be VERY appreciated! Thanx! (P.S. I can't write poems!) Also, ...

To the weak it's the End. Are you breathing? Then it's not over yet. You're still alive It may hurt like a bitch But you're still breathing right? You're not ...

Drowned you were dead and gone before I found you sprawled in a romantic heap on the sand (but still dead). I tried to breathe some love into your darkness ...