Young Writers Society

Should I? it gives us a view of what's out there but no one knows untill they venture beyond beyong its wooden panes and plates of glass there is a ...

This post is more of a question than a poem. Sorry if I posted it in the wrong spot. I was digging through my old notebooks and I found one ...

The sweat upon my skin crusts like blood tonight, as your guitar picks itself within the ribs of my head. Love, they may taunt me, but it is less than ...

there is a darkness deep within me it comes alive at night it hides though out the daytime and waits to give a fright i don't know why it comes ...

No longer. And your song is not a melody, just a bassline. I am sorry. Could I ever believe in the peace of mind that comes with boredom? I can ...

In the head like a kick gods who bit white ophelia floating; in hideous love-making jostle together protractedly; like dragonflies threading! for more than a thousand years! The evening shadows ...

Behind the mask and smile bright, There lies a curse of awesome fright. The empty pits which are her eyes, Resound with silence of the skies. Her heart’s so cold, ...

I long to catch a greyhound, spotted with a silver diet drink and sharp toes cutting her path down these city streets. I want to teach her my name, sandwich ...

Why do you blame me, shouldn’t you love me. How can you say, The bullies were right. how do you think it feels, to have your fears, proven true, by ...

Night engulfs the frozen land, Clouds hide starlight's icy band; Ocean tides swell, flooding hope, Struggling survivors struggle to cope, Only to sink in depthless sand. Life seems to be ...

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I thought of this in like two minutes, so it is.. well, I don't care. (lol) The old carving on my school desk, is imprinting in my arm, It says ...

I know it needs editing, but what do you think of the main message? It didnt take much And now your under my skin again All you have to do ...

The Deathbed of a Tree I can sense the lightning winding it's clockwork tighter, until it will strike The core of my heartwood. Fire will consume my limbs scattering ashes ...

I am not very good at the rhyming part of poetry but i have many ideas i would like put into poetry. PLEASE COMMENT The Fields of Indiana The feilds ...