Young Writers Society

Baby Blue Rosary Fell asleep with my rosary baby blue, tied around a belt loop; not tired—no sleep around— only the lava—the glowing, burning, fiery though soon to be stone ...

Majestic horses Stampede if you come near Beware-don’t come close. Waving in the wind Small green leaves are fluttering The large tree stands tall. Small, fragrant sweet peas And the ...

I once knew a guy Who wasn’t all that met the eye I thought he was sweet I thought he was smart But then it turned out he had a ...

A love Unforgotten It wasn’t such a dismal thing to let him slip into the sea And let love past diminish deep with wandering thoughts of him in me. I ...

I had scribbled the date on the pink of my palm and a week later I can still hear your heavy breathing, blowing nervousness into my chest The tension builds ...

Winged Beauties of Revenge - Hear our prayers They came down with wings of evil,Fluttering as gentle as the sun rising and setting,in the morn and eve,Is it meant to ...

Dark demonic descriptions left lying on the page Honestly, you want to read it? Nostalgic nothingness, cryptic conversations The kind that no one ever understands And why should they? The ...

so, I'm new here; this is my first post. I'm not sure if I'm posting in the proper place or what, but, here goes. I found out about this place ...

Bare with me, this is only the second poem I've ever written in my life. So please, attack it, tell me what I should change so I don't hand in ...

You come in on drumbeat Casual in black and gray Forged in darkness, the ring you bear Has a silver inscription, twisting the fine lines Of our friendship into love, ...

This was beautiful - not only can I relate to the speaker, but I am moved by what was said here. Your imagery is beautiful, your words forceful and full ...

easter but when I added the salt, I thought "my first boiled egg at home alone" and knew it might not be alright perhaps I'll burn my fingers; just so ...

And I scream out for you For the no-one-in-particulars I call my friends And faintly a response surfaces the cold water Only a bubble Not you It was never you ...

Ok. This one's a bit abstract. If any of you have listened to the band TOOL then you'll surely know what this is about. If you haven't I strongly recomend ...

Belabor has become of me. Derailed imaginations spark felicitously in my wooly-cotton conscience that cadence down to my feet in sundered patterns. Ink. Drips. Down. Echo. The shattered glass writhes ...