Young Writers Society

We laugh, we cry we talk about that sexy guy we bitch,we talk we laugh aloud as we go a ...

Should i laugh becoz we're friends or cry becoz thats all we'll ever be i know its not a poem ...

Life is FREE STUFF I got what I wanted and You want my blood on your hands You seem to ...

This is my first poem on this thing but i only made it up just now so it is off ...

"it is the definition of madness to do the same thing over and over and expect a different result."----- Einstein ...

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I walked so far away from you and your deep, cement eyes, but I never forgot one footstep printed in ...

Darkness creeps about the edges Fog rolls in dark and dank and smelling of rotten flesh Footsteps beat in an ...

i love you and i thought loving you guaranteed the happy fairytale ending i imagined us going to bad movies ...

I already commented on this poem before...but after reading it again, i still think it is very well written. I ...

Here we go! I don't know why I wrote this poem. I wrote from a person who's dying's point of ...

Okay a rubbish poem about a girl who's world who has just begun. .... Enjoy. Looking out from my bedroom ...

This peom represents the poor people stuck as hostages in Iraq. I'm not good at poems so don't expect anything ...

Orange fleaks of water drip down my bloody nose, touching the sky and holding the moon, Ripping jaguars slinking spots ...

The breath oflifelovetouches his parched lipsLiberates his soul from itspainfulburdenfulshakles his task masterThe end of his lifehis soul born anewWhat ...