Young Writers Society

In the black of the night, nervously she slept, waiting for the Devil to come. when he finally came, they danced into the dark knowing they would never return. He ...

(first poem for a while, here goes nothing...) Screwing with my systems, Messing with my mind. Desperatly I search, A cure I try to find. It fills me full of ...

The moon’s belly hangs low, scraping glass cliffs and the leaf-wreathed wind softly strokes the pregnant, pockmarked skin. Read the entrails in the maria and conjugal craters: This is his ...

Don't go too hard on me this is my first post -------------------------------------------- Am I desperate in this world of ours? I always look up to the stars And they shine ...

I'd rather say hello than say goodbye. I'd raher greet, than I would cry. To laugh, than weep. To walk than creep. To have a restful, peaceful sleep. But the ...

Losing myself I'm screaming inside I'm tearing myself apart my face is vacant, eyes elsewhere I find myself running towards infinity out of breath, out of tears drenched in sweat ...

A calm sea of nothingness Has possessed my body. It's like touching butter, So soft and smooth... It glides through my bones Giving me a completeness Which has never reached ...

My heart is skipping a beat Everytime I see you. You give me butterflies in my stomach, And I feel like jumping to the moon. That gorgeous face creeps into ...

“How far is it to the moon?” she asks. You look down at the top of her head. “A long ways, my love,” you say. She turns and gazes up ...

Soothing from the AC, a chill flowing from the fan Transparent yet noticeable creeping behind a sweaty back, -hair stands straight goosebumps rage- the mellow shock contaminates, the body as ...

I thought it was good, for the most part, the shift of seasons as it were is clearly developed through the stanzas. However I was a bit disappointed by the ...

well, this is my first post so go easy on me ----------------------------------------------------------- The sun and the sea As I sit alone and wonder, Letting my thoughts drift into the abyss, ...

Greetings, editor. This is a poem from my story, told from the point of view of a guy, not a girl. I'm not happy with it, so any advice as ...

My heart burns pationately for your desire The truth eats at my soul Both, they burn on fire But still there is that peice of my heart, a huge, gaping ...

Im not a poet but heres one I wrote several years back ----- When I see your ghostly figure, I know it cannot be real, For you are torn forever, ...