Young Writers Society

These steps that led to heaven, These roads that led to earth, are all that life has given, the cross of death and birth. These hands that help the young ...

these are two...not so good poems that are rather short. so i'll save bulletin space. Cement and Lovers Rough – here comes the passion’s play. Breath – I’m gasping life ...

Ok, here's another one of my favorites and it's a rough draft and more spoken word than my typical poetry, so keep that in mind.... Reach out for me, I'll ...

this was a quick one, and its not my best. it was one of those, out of my head moments i plotted onto word. I crave for hope in your ...

boy friend girl friend it's all the same no matter what they can back you feel lame they mack you fill full with their pull but don't forget they can ...

friends they can be loving, careing,and nicebut the other times they can back stab you talk about you behind your backbut yet you can't forget what they have done you ...

Fire tongues leave black scraps In it’s weary wake Charcoal dreams and fallen angels All express their pain Struggling still to snap, to break Before the acid rain I’ve wandered ...

One bright day in the middle of the night, two dead guys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot. A deaf ...

Poem about poetry Poem, oh Poem! This is my ode to thee Poem of poem Making meer words into a symphony A symphony, a symphony Filled with metaphors and hyperboles ...

The Emperor’s Thumb Sand, sweat, muscles taunt, Sly smiles at lion’s teeth Sword’s threat keeping time Soul’s furnace heating his brow Tangled, tired One last kiss This is my haiku ...

Please come and sit a while with me By candlelight in moonshine’s hour We’ll whisper to the tongue of fire And wonder where the life’s gone While counting those who ...

Lord ... Why? Is it because I don't believe in you? Is it because you made a mistake? Were they not deserving? Was that baby meant to live or die? ...

Showered in petal drops of stillness Kissing suns as they set Sweet within my flowerbed Earth’s blood glimmers with your sweat Pink’s own passion, fallen red Fair dream weaver in ...

Lounge Singer i wanna be a coffee coloured brown speakeasy angel waitin for her godfather-goodfella man batting baked broken lashes in the two-toned two-bright lights that are centered on a ...

Teenage pregnancy may be a shame, Thinking of homework then baby names Lacking the sense of where to go For Millie, the average "high school hoe" Dumped by friends as ...