Young Writers Society

In Winnebago land, There ruled a skeleton king With his fleshy, pretty queen. And in the night When the lights were gone, They'd go into their Winnebago And preform unspeakable ...

Sally's shoe: it's red. Or is it blue? That's the argument they say that happened on that day. Jimmy tackled John and Kate yelled at Nate and they were all ...

Sunlight coats the icicles that cling to our gutters. I sigh, knowing they won’t disappear for another six weeks, probably more. The kids across the street learn that, when making ...

Abomination Intoxication Fornication So many words leave abrasions And who am I to say Whether or not it rains And what are we to gain Serendipidy without the happiness Do ...

This piece is dedicated to all of those who think that they're life is hard. It is meant to be read exactly how it's written. The punctuation marks are put ...

In every thought in every mind a memory is held inside. Do you recall that certain place, that special time, that single face? The sound of raindrops on the leaves ...

Green lights or red lamps, lava or black apples -- 473 ways to look pretty and the taste of fresh fiction on your tongue. Happiness whirs on a color wheel, ...

The cold kiss of a blade, The sharpened edge descending His life, my love, is ending It’s too late for love my dear. Sorrows stream down my face, Endlessly descending, ...

War is the systematic slaughter of the innocent,.....tied and bound under what is considered......sometimes as mass genocide,......politicians wage wars, so do......tyrants command armies to wars cour

Your hands the most. Small and very brown. The rings - too heavy for those little fingers - but so pretty! Turquoise and gold from Spain. And one diamond, large. ...

This is a peom that I thought had a catchy rythm so I decided to post it. It does tell a story and I do use some sybolism in here. ...

Have you seen my love? My heart? It ran away from home last year. Perhaps you’ve glimpsed it from the highway, trying to hitchhike a ride to California, or maybe ...

Dark matter clouds the synapses that once allowed you to love me. I used to sit on the rim of your glasses as we drank constellation wine, connecting dots in ...

Can I live without your love? No. With your absence you split my heart in two, I feel the congregation's eyes upon me, Tears burn my eyes. Their pity burns ...

I hope the repitition wasn't too overused. I wanted to make it rhyme, thus it could have been one of the types of poems I was studying about *Forgets* but ...