Young Writers Society

(Ok, I hope this is in the right thread...it's just a bit of a poem...not too good ) Life is a wind-tossed wave that rushes for the shore, time rushes ...

Hidden Reality This world isn’t simple to me, anymore It was only a complex idea thought before That someone dreamed up when life was a bore Can’t you see all ...

Here’s how it’s gonna work, Princess. He’ll love you first— Not best— ‘Cuz you’re gonna screw up you’re gonna screw him over. You’re gonna Break h

I get the feeling that there was some meaning here that I just couldn't grasp. But even though I have no idea what the poem means, it was very beautiful ...

This is a poem I wrote for (and about) my girlfriend. It's just about the first poem I've ever written - which is shocking for a student of English I ...

the time spent has grasped attention, so only now it's noticed that the light is a shade of blue [and, you know, that means you've been going about too long]. ...

* sticky lips pressed together in dark silence betray any hope of ever being innocent again turn up the stereo so loud you have no hope of ever hearing anything ...

I am the Master! Magician! The Punch and Judy Man! Watch me twist miracles from sultry summer nights, find buried treasure in grey graffitied walls. Let me guide you to ...

Should I forgive you the too many mistakes you’ve made? You test the durable and generous bounds of my love, which is caught between limitlessness of my childhood that convinced ...

For a friend who I may not ever see again. For Nicola. Leaving Works Two Ways. The grass waves goodbye without feeling, stuck on the thought that the wind will ...

Rain comes harder as Night grows older Laughter is softer as Tears come closer I'm not to leave the circle You drew around me in the sand Laughter is softer ...

gliding along a two-lane highway at 95 miles per hour you speed over lime green lakes and wash past silvery skies and the "Don't mess with Texas" postcard sits in ...

NOTE: I wrote this poem in less than 1 minute. I just started thinking and writing...I've never done that before. Heh, record breaking. Anyway, this si what I came up ...

Old Mad Tom laughs when little boys burn to death and four-leaf clovers give him heart-ache. his brother's name was Edgar; a little boy who burned to death east of ...

You write so much about memories and the past. But it's a good thing though. You do it without necessarily being cheesy.