Young Writers Society

i'm sorry that this is so random, but i'm experimenting with something right now. Please be harsh. Dream away butterfly Dream for your wings Gain all the wonders of feeling ...

[pre]Caught in the rhythm Trapped by the beat My fingers moving free of my will In counts of three she sings the song Voice bound not by words, I hear ...

**First please be as mean as possible** Multi-colored ovals dot the yard, Small children run around picking up each an every one of them, One small, and forgotten egg watches ...

This is my latest love poem. I encourage all kinds of comments=)No Easy Road of Life for LoveSo anticipated yet neglected by no one’s fault: Those moments which were lostCause ...

Okay so this was my very first attempt at poetry. Its not very good but I figured I would put myself out there. I want to make it clear that ...

This running has got me down. I’m sweating, chest on fire. Waiting for yet another wave, To hit me and send me crashing, Straight back to square one. This terror ...

I need an inspiration, something sure and free. It's as though the mist today has cast its gloom o'er me, and the rain has washed away all the words I ...

My heart, silently beating Cries out to you. My love, strong and true Forever faithful, I’ll be to you. My world, on and on it spins. Round’ and round’ Like ...

The foggy shadow emerges, A ghostly ship of lore, A shadow of its previous life, Lying on the ocean floor. The wonder and the splendor, Filling the silent halls, The ...

Beneath the gate of shadows lives a man who was left with only the fires of Hell to warm him. Dejected even by the devil himself. The angels beg for ...

I wrote this out of passion, but I'm not suicidle myself. Don't worry. On the first page of her book she wrote “once upon the time” On the second page ...

This is a product of boredom and having a really good idea running through my head all day. Enjoy! ****************************************** Arms outstretched, wind rushing through my hair. The cloud

Trapped My soul is enclosed in a diamond-studded box With no room to move and nothing to eat Where the voices of my love ones are taunting me Destroying my ...

(The first one may be a narrative, but I found these two in a notebook and so I'm posting them together in Dramatic) Convenient Interruption "That does it! That bumbling ...

ok read this poem i just came across... My forty years gathering are a saddle and a horse, spurs and a bedroll, and catch rope of course. I don't make ...