Young Writers Society

Nobody likes you, you a nobody, the nobody of today… Some of them will say, you fell from grace, you destroyed your life… Am I sorry for you, that you ...

The mighty hunter stalks the wood. Her steps quick and light. Blending in perfectly like a patch of moonlit forest floor. Her ears like radars pick-up a small sound. A ...

Beat me down with your hateful words Crush my heart with your immaturity Break me again with your violent personality Hurt me more with your insecurity I'll still be here ...

Mystery and romance escape from the bottle, The world's aromas fill the air, Evidence of love and lust consume the air, Exotic scents purify the air. Its owner, intoxicated by ...

Starting a poem with the phrase "dead body" is certainly a way to draw people in. The bit: "Know that a stranger can disappear into a mid-sized city" seemed a ...

this is how our love ends; nostalgia won't save us from tomorrow: there are too many fragments to collect crumbling words speak volumes. we are separated by history; the waters ...

Once upon a moonlit night, I sit and stare at the world beyond And dream of magic and dragon's flight And live where beauty is ever donned. When I dream, ...

Formerly Known As "Early Easter Morning" -EDITED- The morning birds sing their songs As the inky darkness gives way and the earth's vision is restored once again. Clouds moving westwards, ...

hey, i wrote this poem awhile ago and i redid a lot of it, mostly to your comments. let me know what you think about the changes. thanks! Envious thief- ...

Teacher said to write a poem. Bunch of lines, not much else. Mostly about love, who cares? I don't let them whine. I was planning n making this a very ...

You walked out of the door, Taking away everything from me, I don’t know why I’m still alive, Because I only lived for you, And my every breath was for ...

A small child falls and Mother’s there, To tend a hurt knee with loving care. She’d dry the tears and hug them tight, Soon they’d forget their plight. A small ...

You dare to let us see, You cry, breaking down, Right in front of us. That’s how strong you are, One of the strongest persons, I know at least… You ...

The equivalent of an island adrift in a passionate sea: we are the rock of reason sinking into what the senses lack --imagination. An oil spill that ebbs and flows ...

It's not very good, it kindof died, I realize now I should have chose a diffrent rhyming pattern, but maybe there's still hope for this poem, what can I do ...