Young Writers Society

Wow. That was very romantic...that was the kind of poem that makes everything I write look like crap. I liked how you managed the long lines without over doing it ...

I've never given a 'title' to any un-ambitious, miniscule work, but if I'd have to name this poem, then I guess(these are on the spot) 'The Exiled', or just 'Exiled' ...

summer is really getting away while we french kiss walls and talk about jesus’ pound cake i will never tell anyone that because our virgin minds and sober thoughts are ...

I absolutely love the last line.

Please be mindful that "Lyric Poetry" does not necessarily mean Lyrics. With that in mind, this is not the forum for songs. "Lyric poetry expresses the wishes, the hopes, the ...

It’s the rainsong Pelting on my head That shocks me out of Delusion And back into the pisspoor Mood that choked me All afternoon Didn’t I make it clear enough? ...

“…On my hot tin roof” There’s a cat on my hot tin roof Chershirelike Ginger marked with slashes of white And blue eyed Such blue as the deep endless sky ...

A Southern Summer Soliloquy I can’t change you when I can’t change me And I know you want me to ‘cause You spelled it out under the nightshade On sultry, ...

don't know how I feel about this poem but I thought I'd post it anyway... CL Silence is Golden The rip of the ivory blanched sheets Smashes against the silence ...

I think this poem is missing something but I can't quite figure out what it is so therefore I can't add it. Please help me if you can! you know, ...

For the record, this is in the pop/rock/punk genre-sort of a mix of all of them. Feeling you vs. 1 Hey, you make me crazy you give me a smile ...

A Fallen Angel Fallen angel with broken wings.Of pain and sorrow she often sings.The grace of love no longer heard.The siren's burdened lonely word.She sings her songs of broken dreams.A ...

Look me in the eyes and say what you've got to say. When I see into your soul it makes you nervous and you don't look my way. I smile ...

This poem still scares me because it's so deep... Chorus: I just forget myself when I'm up here with you. No matter what I planned before it, I just can't ...

the secret glances that we swopped across a crowded room filled with the smell of teenage hormones and suicide attempts we're an uneven pair in an uneven world and nothing ...