Young Writers Society

The photo that goes with this poem: ... 001812.jpg A Forgotten Shovel Left in the Sand Steamy sun drifting lazily above Azure water and the cooler of red. A bathing ...

I sit and wonder at the purpose in the movement of this dance, lining the floor plan of our lives with faded footprints in the sand. God, wouldn’t it be ...

Alone, I stand in the shadowy autumn dusk A sweetness tasted in the air, remains; And the evening smells of softest, darkest, musk. To leave this place would break me ...

Since first grade, I have bullied about looks. And also, for my passion of books. Reading anything I see, Writing anything that pops into my head. Along with my silliest ...

So, this is a totally freewritten poem that was done blamefully (word?) from boredom and mood. It was done, err, a few months ago I think. I consider it pretty ...

They say that heroes never cry. They couldn't be more wrong. I've seen tears cascade down your pallid face for everyone but you. After the foulest words vanished from the ...

A path is laid before my feet. I must journey; trust this dusty queue. Good-bye friends. I will now be nothing but a name. I will squint, be sun-blinded. The ...

A kid sat on the steps thinking He sat and sat wondering what to do When he saw a light blinking Now he knew, what to do He began by ...

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There once was a girl from Timbuckmow All of her blue, except her big toe She woke in the night Shivering with fright To discover that her big toe had ...

I will awake in the hour, to get up and take a shower. walk to the bus, and read, letting my ears hear nothing but noise, But my brain

I have a locket, with your lips inside... 'nothing has meaning, I've tried and tried to find what is not there." but there are colorbirds in your eyes. and you've ...

I drink your words. Your voice is my scripture to this sick religion. Our world is sicker. We are trapped here. Where God is love, God gives life, life is ...

Sweet sadist, the alarm clock that beats inside my heart Ticks away the minutes until we meet once more No sleeping pill, no shield of eyes would hold my slumber ...

Forever to thine eyes they soul shall plead Until the stars of heaven murder dark And thus 'til death they wounds of labor bleed And thou shalt heal whenst thine ...