Young Writers Society

boy and a girl, the best of friends. From elementary to high school from beginning to end. Through all those years their friendship grew. They both felt the same, but ...

It's all in the store, long gone from the fields Most of this stuff isn't even real! Once, it was fresh kissed by the sun Then it was processed, packed ...

When we were together i felt like i was a princess. But then all that changed and i felt like a servent. You where my night and shinning armour, and ...

I feel i'm confusedlike i thought i loved youbut now i don't know.I loved the names youcalled me they made me happy, then i lost you anddon't know what i ...

I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda insteadI really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you ...

This is the ciniquain I am entering into the contest which I am sure to win. Meaning: Essential, illusory. Tantalizes, Captivates, Absconds. It is insensibly sought.

There is someone following me. Everyday. Constantly. She watches from the shadows. But I can never hear her foot steps. There is someone following me. She is shy. I do ...

Staring up at her window, Every night from the gutter ; All the meals endured Where I blushed, barely muttered In answer to queries of work, health and station - ...

I write this poem from my heart With which I've learned to never depart I write this poem of my heart With whom I hope to never part Where once ...

This doesn't really...express my wishes or whatever, but it's fairly 'lyrical'. Anyway, this is just a (really dark) piece of progressive rock I wrote today. It's about the government, the ...

I haven't written any poetry in a long time so I'm pretty rusty. Sorry it it's not my best. I live in a world of black and white with occasional ...

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Draw in deep the summer, late night. The artificial sweet of tobacco- sugar faintly hits your tongue- grinds its body on the walls of your cheeks. Parting lips, it's too ...

This could go in Lyrics, but what the hell. A little background on this piece. I was getting tired of all you young'uns choice of music, so I wrote a ...

I have to block out thoughts of you. Because all it brings is depression. I walk in the damp sand. Watching the tide come in. My footprint is imprinted into ...