Young Writers Society

A single drop of moisture Rolls down my cheek And falls down To die on my shoulder. The pattern repeats Over and over Until my shoulders are soaked And my ...

**A guy wrote this for me after we had been going out for about three months. I really like it, but he wants more opinions than just mine.** Love came, ...

Death came swiftly That Midsummer’s night; I doubt the young girl Could put up much fight. A sick minded murderer, A cold hearted man, To steal a girl’s life Just ...

If you don't like this I understand here it goes: When it Happens It only takes one thing. One thing to make happy. One thing to make me sad. One ...

I haven't been on for a while so tell me if it is bad ---------------------------- See me real Or see me true See me old Or see me new See ...

I'm not sure about this one. I tried to give the words their own rhythm, and it might only be good if you hear someone read it, or if you ...

This is the third recognition of a poem I once wrote called "Blue Rose Midnight". I haven't posted a poem in a while and thought it was high-time I attempted ...

[I will leave the meaning to be guessed until the end, when I'll explain some things. But crits are welcome, encouraged, etc.] The Forbidden City East of the gates of ...

I don't know how to actually delete posts, so this is my getting rid of my embarassing attempt at poetry

each paragraph is told by a different person Glitter Fallen angel, Angelo back on your feet in the blink of the moon there's a Pandora in your eyes there are ...

I am a bibliophile Those simile to me know how the pages as yellow as the sun and faded as an old pair of jeans Can take you to another ...

Something a little different, pretty major. ------ Trophy wives on towering pedestals, On show for the pigs of humanity. Flaunt your fame and wealth; Or even your supposed sex appeal. ...

Dear Beloved, I feel replaced. He is a much better person, obviously, because you stare into his eyes, when you look not my way. What has he that I have ...

This is a random poem I wrote. Hallo I say to myself. You look so nice, better than an elf I walk down the street with nothing to fear. So ...

Don't take this too seriously. On my yacht with all its bulk I find a spot To weep and sulk I am mad and morbid and unrewarded Not the first ...