Young Writers Society

There is this highschool class called Creative Expressions. If I think about it, you can read this, just the way they do. It has such this wonderful flow and your ...

She seems to be wicked But she’s not She’s the gentlest girl around And I know I shouldn’t It’s against who I am But I can’t help myself I love ...

The pain is unbearable, I can't take it anymore, The adrenaline is pumping through me, Like a rollercoaster, It has it's ups and down. A broken heart yet once again, ...

Breaking through banks of cascading clouds a ray of golden splendour shines forth to look upon an earth so uniquely created In God's eyes a jewel of much worth Two ...

I know the ending isn't all that good, but I like the poem, can you please help!!! Tell me a secret, Tell me a lie, Tell me a story, About ...

(I want critiques badly, I want to be proud of this... I love this) She lay in a broken mirror Her reflection surrounding her, Her beauty frozen by death, Cast ...

(Ok, I hope this is in the right thread...it's just a bit of a poem...not too good ) Life is a wind-tossed wave that rushes for the shore, time rushes ...

Hidden Reality This world isn’t simple to me, anymore It was only a complex idea thought before That someone dreamed up when life was a bore Can’t you see all ...

Here’s how it’s gonna work, Princess. He’ll love you first— Not best— ‘Cuz you’re gonna screw up you’re gonna screw him over. You’re gonna Break h

I get the feeling that there was some meaning here that I just couldn't grasp. But even though I have no idea what the poem means, it was very beautiful ...

This is a poem I wrote for (and about) my girlfriend. It's just about the first poem I've ever written - which is shocking for a student of English I ...

the time spent has grasped attention, so only now it's noticed that the light is a shade of blue [and, you know, that means you've been going about too long]. ...

* sticky lips pressed together in dark silence betray any hope of ever being innocent again turn up the stereo so loud you have no hope of ever hearing anything ...

I am the Master! Magician! The Punch and Judy Man! Watch me twist miracles from sultry summer nights, find buried treasure in grey graffitied walls. Let me guide you to ...

Should I forgive you the too many mistakes you’ve made? You test the durable and generous bounds of my love, which is caught between limitlessness of my childhood that convinced ...