Young Writers Society

i loved this poem... i can't say you need to improve because right now i'm caring for a robot baby but i'll be sure to comment more thouroughly later. I ...

Rural landscape steams by; smoke sticks to the glass, Too quiet here for noise or fuss. Or shallow thought. Lawn laid out like a thousand picnic spreads, 'Cept now your ...

An Ode to Divorce, a.k.a Wendy’s Last Poem -SlickJimmy I feel so sad Because I did not learn I feel so ashamed Because I did not learn I am so ...

The Ice Age Sonata Little ghosts float over stars on bridge The sonata lets the grass work stuck and buried in the fridge As green turns frozen blue the ladylike ...

His words, which wrench my poet’s soul Are of a man long dead, And through his lines I see the words That he has left unsaid. A life of pleasure ...

"You're all assholes." Those are the only words that reach a standstill in this stream of voices and half-empty bottled dream, run down by the trip across the sea. They ...

The first line is borrowed from a Midsommer Night's Dream. Being in night, all this is but a dream, Too flattering-sweet to be substantial. Harsh dawn keeps distance enough to ...

I wrote this while we were studying the play Blood Brothers in drama. Hopefully you'll get something of the story in what I've written. It's meant to be a character/plot ...

I otta out u (400 words) -SlickJimmy A roll of the tongue And twist of the mind Unbearable prose Seems so unkind My struggle is great To complete your thought ...

Might I dream of eternal darkness? Or shall I speak of neon black? The bother of nothing being seen, Neon blinds: “I lost my track” Might I picture wedding dresses? ...

I know this is prose...but I don't think we have a prose forum. Sober. Sober, when was the last time she was sober? It’s laughable, how she slurs her way ...

I just started scribbling this out randomly whilst listening to Ben folds... very strange. Comments please ! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Lamen

A colour poem I had to write for creative writing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Your eyes, so insipid with such a masquerade of illumination, Reflecting a

If the line not to cross is already behind me, Then which way shall I turn my back? “Continue and do not look back” I shall cliché till the end ...

To Set an Example. -Slick Jimmy Click-clack's with perfect repetitive beat. Blank page became ideological feat. ne'er mine eye stray from this performance. Yet, pain is caused to this conformance. ...