Young Writers Society

A solemn imprint of ruin locked within an echoing prison mending the fabrics of time it's stored within halls halls of misery slowly crumbling concealing secrets within the layers displaying ...

What! A test? surely you jest Because I haven't studied one bit but I find it's no joke then I feel I might choke That I need to lay down ...

Here I am in a giant maze. It's so hard to find a way out. I see hope and follow her gaze, to a place I only dream about. The ...

It belongs to no building It bears no art It merely stands amidst a battle; one that has been fought since it was built. And you can see the holes ...

2-5-06I.We never read the shapes of words anymore,nor the succulent-smooth tastenor their echoey sound in mighty cathedralsnor their color, black and infinitely warmand sinfulnor the author on the oth

Mellow Tragic 2-5-06 Mellow Tragic Down a deep dog’s eye hear the street wrinkle, solid expectation give the world to this tumbling sky. Yesterday, I imagined and I thought I ...

I try to write and i may succeed. I really try and thats one good deed. What makes it better is if you read. Your mind is refreshed like a ...

Did you see them being herded Like little lambs? The little boys and little girls There they were brought out Into the blinking sun From the concrete walls they were ...

This is a poem I came up with on year when all my friends seemed to reject then i remembered that Jesus was there for me no matter what To ...

i usually wouldn't post a piece i did for school, but i thought this was pretty good, so i am. i had to write a poem on any subject that ...

so very small barely alive though through the hardships i try to survive no one there to answer my call to pick me up the times I fall I cannot ...

A faceless mass All embrossed and branded With the emblem of your king And the beat; the rhythm Smacks and whacks its way around town From the girl with her ...

This poem was written by my 9 year old cousin Summer I once had a frog and I pulled off it's legs. I clipped them off with a couple of ...

There was a little postage stamp no bigger than your thumb, but it stuck right to the job until it's work was done. They licked it and they pounded it ...

You are the sage green color of my life your growth bears no fruit - just leaves, reams of them, stapled theories on the branches of your mind dreams that ...