Young Writers Society

I'm at your feet, Tears in my eyes, Can't hold on, Can't say good bye. So tired of putting on this smile, I know all I'll ever be to you, ...

[i]Wrote this last night...late. Not really sure what I was trying to say. Rhythm's off, any suggestions?[/i] You move like a rag doll A lost, absent rag doll Flopping where ...

As a horse lover, I just wrote this poem. I really love horses and exspcially racing. So I wrote this story for a racehorse, no certain one, but for all. ...

Okay, so this is a different poem... but I kinda liked it. The Box No Box Exists In Life, It only lives. It is the invisible wall, Between me and ...

Here's a little clue of what to do, if your son's best mate is Vanessa. If he likes to dance, swaps horror for romance, And applies for work ex as ...

Written while still trembling after a particularly nasty encounter with a critic on fictionpress...still makes my stomach hurt, oddly enough. I'm sure a lot of you will be able to ...

This is Alexis, be gentle with her, she's very fragile, and I'm hoping to get a few more poems out of her. ___________________________________________________ At the spot in the room where ...

Light. It fell on a quivering, sensitive mouth. Lips. Lips were mouthing words, Words I did not want to hear. Pain. Absorbing, beautiful pain. Pain eased itself through every pore ...

She opened her door, Inviting him in, Never really knowing, He wasn't there to help. He came in and smiled, Looked around then sat down, Turned on the TV, Didn't ...

More stream of conciousness poetry. This one is about a little town I visited in China this past summer. It made me sad. I'll translate the little bit at the ...

we're gonna say this is the right place for this poem, as it reflects a wish of mine. which qualifies, right? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Scent of talcumn gentle floats through the air. Collar ...

I thought I’d found a friend in you, I thought you were my best, But in thinking that, I was amiss, For you’re no different than the rest. I trusted ...

The mist rose at midnight, gathering, turning into shape. A man could be seen. Rowing across dreams. The passage across life takes time. But what is more rewarding, than traveling ...

Come. Steal away my agony and pain. Bear me to a place fair to look upon And leave me there to the glowing starlight. Leave me to the butterflies that ...

I'm climbing the ladder, Finally reaching the top, I'm afraid to look down, So I can see who's watching. The crowd cheers me on, They love what they see, It's ...