Young Writers Society

Thoughts are a rainbow, feelings are a spectrum. Blue for wideness and calmness: The sea and the sky. Beautiful, never ending, spacious. Red for danger and warning: Poppies swaying in ...

Phoebus rise in glory, Let your sunshine glow. The way it was, The way it forever will be. That blatant dusk Without horizon. The soothsayers dream Without a dawn. I ...

I searched for the holy father, The mighty divinity; I found my God in a mirror, He was smiling back at me. I looked for the deepest of truths, For ...

The darkness surrounds me, And everything’s black, And the people around me are grey, And I find myself thinking, When can I leave this, When can I find my own ...

This is my first poem so it probably has a bunch of problems. Thanks for reading. All comments are appreciated Maybe I wish I could be happy But that’s impossible ...

Her very great-grandfather, Of wide reknown, Had a dream. We all know him from science class, From his great findings. Galileo Galilei, her grandfather. He dreamed about the stars at ...

It was the night of stormy seas where our treachery begun. Seven men afloat with nothing left No matter how hard we struggled, no matter how hard we tried Mother ...

Today the sixth of March, the rushing Tiber staggers ‘cross the rocky mountain groves and moves towards the somber valley of Casentino. Artistic talent wielded in his hand, he wrought ...

I enjoyed it, though I'm trying to pick out its incest...I see it, slightly, but barely. Though, I struggle to understand things like this. What struck me the most was ...

I don't know what this is so yeah... I can't stand it anymore! Just die stop laying in the hospital bed Just die you're killing me on the inside Sickness, ...

Last night I went to the pond side, I looked at the fish, the fish dove, I looked at the stars, the stars dimmed. Saddened I looked at the spider ...

It was there that I spotted her. Dressed in the finest silk of tassel-yellow gold, I saw her fair face peeking out in the sunshine. Her dark wavy lengths of ...

"Hold out your hand." "Why?" "I want to do something." "Well, what the heck do you want to do with my hand?" "You have to trust me. Do you?" What ...

The little girl looks up at the dark, night sky, And sees a shooting star, closing her eyes. Making her wish, she opens her eyes, And sees the clouds pass ...

The air alight with flashes and rockets, Curling tendrils of smoke and shimmering embers, The sky rippling, Like a thunderstorm, But sweet with children's laughter, The colours vivid with merriment, ...