Young Writers Society

On the first day, She avoided it, Fought it, With swords of bare-to-bone sentences, And shields of lackluster verbs. Because she hated it. On the second day, she clung to ...

*Something short that I wrote as I was daydreaming. Enclosing my view of the world, please get out of my head. I open my eyes; all I see, all I ...

the dawn of day at war, like the devil calling them, to fight once again. pain everywhere, men falling to there death in no mans land, in the battle of ...

this is just a draft so suggestions would be much appreciated!!! also, i need a better title. this one's a little dry. i was just trying some rhyme stuff cause ...

Copied from one of my earlier notebooks. I wrote this in fifth, possibly sixth grade. Are those tears from your eyes or the love of the lies? Did I win? ...

[pre]The descent of my standards can only be measured in negative centigrades leading to the infinite. Or in rocks in my pockets. Or in fathoms of water below. Or in ...

Holy matron from lands above, How perfect, how true are you? Your claim to fame is all but a game, A game you make us play too. You are tired ...

As the darkest blood stains the brightest throne, Justice will shine and the truth will be shown. Those who claim right will be punished for wrong, As voices long dead ...

You remain silent and unseen. Nameless to my lips but i cannot hide the scars you left. However much so i wish i could. These tears do not cry out ...

1. Canvas of colors, splashed across an ocean, sunlight becomes black. 2. Enormas titans, carring the sky above, watching those below. 3. Pillows of white, fluffy castles above us, floating ...

1. These ruby eyes the blood of life withouth them the red star cannot exsist nor can anything that lives or breaths The eyes are worth nothing to me only ...

this poem i wrote isn't very good how could i improve it Feeling like you've lost a friend You sit alone Waiting for something But your not sure what Sitting ...

Summer danced, As the sun beamed down, On the grassy plain. Along the stream she went, With no care in the world. Summer wept, And the rain came down. It ...

A bloodstained field Two armies stretching as far as the eye can see The two generals Love and hate Love riding a white bareback stallion And hate mounting a jet ...

The gentle snow twisting gracefully like a ballerina comes to land to rest on a hard bed of stone