Young Writers Society

One bright day in the middle of the night, two dead guys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot. A deaf ...

Poem about poetry Poem, oh Poem! This is my ode to thee Poem of poem Making meer words into a symphony A symphony, a symphony Filled with metaphors and hyperboles ...

The Emperor’s Thumb Sand, sweat, muscles taunt, Sly smiles at lion’s teeth Sword’s threat keeping time Soul’s furnace heating his brow Tangled, tired One last kiss This is my haiku ...

Please come and sit a while with me By candlelight in moonshine’s hour We’ll whisper to the tongue of fire And wonder where the life’s gone While counting those who ...

Lord ... Why? Is it because I don't believe in you? Is it because you made a mistake? Were they not deserving? Was that baby meant to live or die? ...

Showered in petal drops of stillness Kissing suns as they set Sweet within my flowerbed Earth’s blood glimmers with your sweat Pink’s own passion, fallen red Fair dream weaver in ...

Lounge Singer i wanna be a coffee coloured brown speakeasy angel waitin for her godfather-goodfella man batting baked broken lashes in the two-toned two-bright lights that are centered on a ...

Teenage pregnancy may be a shame, Thinking of homework then baby names Lacking the sense of where to go For Millie, the average "high school hoe" Dumped by friends as ...

The dark embrace cold wrapped around a heart of stone Burrowing into the depths of a troubled soul A black forest mingled with loss mingled with fear A rugged cross ...

I sit here confused, Im lost in an empty room. Nothing is around me, but windowless walls. I cant see, but I can feel. I feel the walls, They are ...

Catch the moon. Reach for the stars. Leap for a sunbeam in pools of darkness. Your dreams can come true, if only you will try. Do these special things before ...

I went to my aunts for dinner. She is on a diet to get quite thinner. So she made beans, peas, and brocoli. Now my aunt is a terrible cook. ...

Crashing, the world is distorted. Smashing there is no calm. I long to journey away from this mess. Tell me, would that be wrong? I hear it now, the thunder, ...

The sun shines now. Inside it is so stormy. When will there be peace?

I look at her and stare; deep into her eyes Eyes, deep and thoughtful like deep, brown tidal pools they peirce into my soul and reveal my iniquities And try ...