Young Writers Society

I thought this was going to be happy, dammit! Anyway, it's good. I like it better than many of your poetry, mostly because the style is a little bit more ...

A winter night's tale The moon shimmers through the branches Of the old dry tree beside the meadow The sky looks gorgeous when compared To the frozen nerved earth below. ...

shadows before the sun, and someoneturns out the lightsdarkness settles on the stage: a new act has begun.cue – daylightlet a shred of pale grey fill the sky.I can see ...

You draw me into your words Your thoughts, and your poetry With your blue eyes And I love them. It’s almost a seduction dance When you look at me across ...

I traced my fingers around your body but you never wanted to be called a masterpiece, You don't mean to be rude but the knife in my hand is cutting ...

I'm really not sure about this one, so any constructive criticism would be more than welcome. Light This silhouette lies beside me Faint curves of silver amidst an eternity of ...

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*I wrote this when I was eleven in italy it's one of my only decent poems from that time. Just wondered what you thought. I've put it up as i ...

oh wow, very powerful imagery and choice of words... casts a lot of coinciding emotions to the reader; I would not change a thing... although... you might want to... But ...

he has us all colour-coded in yellow-metal-ring binders filed under last name and cashspending hobby he catalogues his apolstery by pattern first, then hue and the chuck of metal thrashing ...

foliage - where are you? hidden beneath the concrete tremor only cement cracks show a shade of green in the darkened soot air a young boy with stoney limbs stares ...

Indigo Children I arousal Indigo Children of Tarturus painted dark with holy inscriptions what has left your healing tears pooling at your feet? is it the violent sun bursting into ...

Guys please could you post your thoughts and any comments on this. Thanks a lot! Outside, night sheds her dark mantle over the school, The rain makes glimmering pools on ...

Your eyes Are now small and watery, Bubbling with energy and excitement, As you take you very first step. They are pure and innocent-for the first and last time. They ...

For one to know is not always for one to find out.The never ending secret and the never ending lies for he is to scared to cover it up.sweaty palms ...