Young Writers Society

You Make it Christmas for Me In the snowy evenings, We are so close together. At the toughest of times, We comfort one another. In the morning lightings, We awake ...

I made this poem when i was just fooling around and, you have to let it come to you. If not, it's going to be bad, my experience. ~ Clouded ...

When I was born I was torn And thus taken away. Alone in a kennel Being gentle Every single day. Getting sick Not even giving a lick Not even going ...

His eyes filled with love His smile fills the room His words flow smoothly and calmly He loves me deep within His eyes filled with hate His rage suffocates me ...

Rated for one curse word thanks for reading feel free to critique. I might be submitting this to school so tell me if it is suitable. He wasn't only a ...

[pre] When you’re devoid of me Eyes sip tears of sorrow Heart crumbles with a sting Mentality hazes And Recollections subside

Your words lack substance. I let them wash over me, pass through me like white noise. But, your kiss leaves me breathless. The secret pink of your mouth, the taste ...

I am not a people person I like to be alone That is why i don't have... any friends. But who cares. Right? No one cares about me. Not now. ...

Did this one a while back. When I first wrote it, I thought it was pretty good, but now that I've (arguably) "grown," I don't know. I think it could ...

I Held Time in my Hand I held time in my hand and would not let it go. My cold hands imprisoned the golden force. I felt its pleading call ...

Feet. One, two, three. Each one different, Encrusted with dirt, the skin is leather. He takes them with his hands, dips them in the basin, one by one, rubs the ...

You gave me a dozen red roses And I gave you my heart For a dozen black ones Would you give it back to me? You changed before my eyes ...

I toiled late into the night, With needle and golden thread I worked, trying to sew Your heart together again. My sore fingers are red now, With your blood or ...

Hi,I don't write a lot of poems, so I tried one too see how it turned out. I personally don't think it's one of my best, but you guys can ...

"Stupid commercial holiday," I declared, throwing back my hair. Cheers of agreement from the rest of the class. And yet I pictured you waiting for me, standing at the front ...