Young Writers Society

You're right. Angsty poetry does get annoying after the zillionth suicide poem.

(First poem written in over 3 years. Took less than 10 minutes. No rewriting yet. Please help.) Breath in my ear On the back of my neck Slow, steady, rhythmic ...

NOTE: This poem is sort of just about those who comitted suicide and veterans. But I can't decide on a title. I asked God to start the world over just ...

Sometimes it’s hard just to look at you So if I smile quirkily, and I seem almost giddy it’s not the white-caramel cappuccino talking although that is what I’ll blame ...

I wish that I could look into your mind, Just so I can see how many times I cross it, Before you came along I had one, But I met ...

NOTE: this poem sucks...i know. but a friend of my friend's hung himself in his back yard and i wrote this for him. strong critquing is needed...i would really love ...

you cup your hands when Mysteries rain down. let's play detective before they run away slipping through your fingers and giving way to gravity falling upon a cracked and chipped ...

Great. I love the tone especially.

I didn't know where this belonged.. Almost nowher because it's not to be seen.. Mods may move this , I don't mind. Unseen performance I (changed) ‘The Haunted and left ...

Ah, lovely, lovely chicken, Brings back those memories, Where clucking and a clacking, Means it is time for eats.

Essa looked at her lover, Dusk, And spoke in hushed whispers about ferris wheels, And sea cliffs -- haunted places she dared not to go, just then, For fear that ...

And she? She is creating a democracy of ink stains on her fingertips Waiting for the time to step out into the soft glow of morning The dim lights casting ...

she's the one they stare at with her "i love billy corgan" satchel bag and the blondedyedreddyedbrowndyedblonde hair sitting on her shoulders. the colourful bracelets on her wrist, the long ...

You make me feel, unlike any other. You take away the pain and all that I suffer. You make me feel beautiful, and love what's inside. No longer do I ...

~Okay, so it's a teenage angst poem. So what? Not that it's any good, but that's besides the point. Okay, well, it doesn't rhyme and it's kind'a weird... but oh ...