Young Writers Society

Did you see them being herded Like little lambs? The little boys and little girls There they were brought out Into the blinking sun From the concrete walls they were ...

This is a poem I came up with on year when all my friends seemed to reject then i remembered that Jesus was there for me no matter what To ...

i usually wouldn't post a piece i did for school, but i thought this was pretty good, so i am. i had to write a poem on any subject that ...

so very small barely alive though through the hardships i try to survive no one there to answer my call to pick me up the times I fall I cannot ...

A faceless mass All embrossed and branded With the emblem of your king And the beat; the rhythm Smacks and whacks its way around town From the girl with her ...

This poem was written by my 9 year old cousin Summer I once had a frog and I pulled off it's legs. I clipped them off with a couple of ...

There was a little postage stamp no bigger than your thumb, but it stuck right to the job until it's work was done. They licked it and they pounded it ...

You are the sage green color of my life your growth bears no fruit - just leaves, reams of them, stapled theories on the branches of your mind dreams that ...

Delicate and thin Like the string hung above And around My neck Delicate and thin And thy queen, so dainty And bright, like the sun Sits above And on My ...

Assemblages. Pieces of past lives Balanced on the windowsill. It's cold outside. In a crystal ball On a copper stand A picture of the world Inverted. The lonely man Puts ...

Red ringed neck, scars of past mistakes The blades mark drips Barbed-wire chokehold on your breath Pink stained red permanently An incomplete circle of regret Let it drip, cleanse the ...

Kiss me babe, I love you heaps. I'm not playing, I'm going for keeps. Kiss me as soon as you see me dear, Kiss me then and I'll know that ...

You are the hottest guy I know, from the top of your head to your smallest toe. Those eyes of yours are sweet and kind; the good things about you ...

OK, first off, it's that name poem... Letters of the name are the first letters. Secondly, I'm not in love with Maivboon, my friend is. I wrote this as a ...

the black sky seems very high above us. nature rolls out in all directions and the moisture runs like tears down the glass. the back seat is wide and cold, ...