Young Writers Society

Sorry I am not going to put anymore poems on this site.

I come from Minnesota, Cold and Icy snow. From Scorching summers, To yellow hummers. From bumping the volleyball, Along the wall, From two little brothers, So funny and small. I ...

plastic nostalgia, it's a world where it's only pink, blue or yellow - there's no black. glow-in-the-dark singlets and stripes on shoes. chunky clumps of happiness amidst every perfect colour ...

You were always there when I needed you, But never near when I needed you to hold me, You were there to teach me to be me, And I appreciate ...

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Untitled The love of my life left today, all because he was to tired to wait, I kept saying "No" I can't do it not yet, He said "Oh, Yeah" ...

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This was interesting. Very cool, thoough. My only suggestion is that you takke out the first word, "So." It sounds like something was supposed to come before it, and it ...

When you were fighting with the hair stylist, screaming for a refund, I was here in the army, shaving my head. When you were turning down the town's best chef, ...

(I was incredibly bored during Science and I was thinking of this girl I know...) Hello my friend I hope you are well. I have something I've been wanting to ...

6-10-05 Flamethrower image, crumbleing norteamericanos pizza-pie connections ddarkness, darkness, dimness The family poem The family song y carol –The Family– Two seasons, in one sitting I’m a s

6-10-05 He bent his dance to a happy dream dance with stars o’rhead in a calm, autumn-cool crisp burning woodsmoke noise pollutioned way, with a thousand comrades singing singing singing ...

Ok whoa, this really needs to be toned down a little to be effective. Good writing doesn't need blatantly melodramatic images to be creepy or insightful. Most if this just ...

rough throat sinus nose throbbing head. it's country Paris - caramel dirt, menthe grass, tiny crumbling cottages. it was awkward goodbyes amidst tired red eyes. le ciel est l'eau et ...

The ripples in the water are not gentle anymore I watch heavy glass fall into Shades of translucent blue The water waving to the departing hills Which glide over its ...