Young Writers Society

Once more Ralph dreamed, Skillful feet deal with his difficulties, Forced down bare rock, Between that & the dark Luxuriance of the forest, Peered, awestricken, into the gloom. Shrieking, shrieking, ...

The discomfited fidgeting in my hand, the twitch as my fingers rub the door frame, five times too many, five times too many, five times too many. and again. While ...

On the corner of applecharm and golden butters, where breads mix in with cinnamon and skirts flutter in the absence of crows, culture breeds beneath bare feet on cobblestones. Lonely ...

the taste of cotton wakes you up in some no-hour, windowless room. rubbing flakes of caked eye makeup on cement floors, you crawl into your coat and down the sidewalk ...

The tears are trickling down My faces scared and broken look, My heart is slowly peeling From it's rusty crooked hook. The moon is getting larger And the stars are ...

Some dreams are the wet wings of a butterfly.Beautiful and perfect in every way but unable to be used.They're soon forgotten about and the butterfly moves on.Until the day the ...

I do quite like this poem. I like the structure alot and the way you have singled out certain lines. I really love the opening to the poem aswell: It ...

I really like this. I couldn't find much flaw in the actual content. It's definitely original. I love the descriptions at the end. The quote, "I don't care if you ...

This is the first poem i've written in a while, as I mainly prefer to write stories, but anyway, read, enjoy and all constructive criticism would be much appreciated. Thank ...

Understand Myself Intro: Not blinking Not breathing I'm thinking About my feelings The dark nights are darker Without you by my side Because you helped me through the hardest night ...

You were never more than a hang up on the answering machine; a missed call, a series of mechanical bleeps and blurbs, compelled to voice by the prompting of my ...

As a child we're so caught up in life, Don't know anything but happiness and being spoilt. We're being protected from the real world, The reality. They call them reality ...

This is the first poem i've written in..well...ever. I'm not sure about some of the words and it probably needs some work but I just wanted some feedback. Im also ...

Crazy Me This is my crazy song. My faith, My redemption, My hopes, The turning of a new leaf. This is me. Unveiled. Untold. Unfinished. The birth of a legend. ...

Sleek and supple imperfection The desired blotched reflection. Hallucinating tandem thoughts Reverie becomes sick plots Taste turns to a tangent plea Imprudence preening impunity Eloquence a suede acc