Young Writers Society

....a train lowing What does it mean, to low?in a star-plucked field, This is pretty, but it means very little, besides perhaps "separated from fate". But judging by the fact ...

fuck him. is what you'd think I'd say but I'm too caught up with yesterday. only he can sing those memorable suicidal serenades with his lullabies to paralyze and heavy ...

I wrote this for an english class assignment. I don't usually write too much poetry, so I'd appreciate any advice you have to give Tall, they stand in rows- Erect ...

Brown sweat on my fingerprints, I wipe acoustics’s brow again with a rag from the stranger's Levi jeans. It's stained with holy water and blotches the souls we've bled profuse ...

a ghost lingers in the doorway silently watching and listening to the lives that flow around it it. . . or him I cannot tell which but sometimes in the ...

Yesterday was glorious, The day that I was saved. Locks released to open arms, For before I was enslaved. The lord forgave my every sin, Washed over every wrong, Balanced ...

Mystification Existing in a universe of obscurity, a nonexistent plane of impurity, fleeing from repugnance of transgressions passed, carelessly reaching towards things unsurpassed. Devoured by a stat

Blue eyes, Hair like the crimson sun that sinks below the African horizon. Tears like opalescent ribbons trace his cheeks and he watches the autumn leaves tumble downward. Do not ...

Finally, more of Incan's poetry! Hurrah for opium? I'm guessing the way everything seems to be somewhat over-dramatized ("O crepuscular angel, O my filthy licorice: Make my body/ the soft ...

I want to share this with you and would like to have some help. If you have hard work to do, Do it now. Today the sky is clear and ...

I look upon your glittering eyes, losing myself in there waves of color. I see your face, the warmth it holds. Giving me strength, giving me faith. We look up ...

When the giants came to steal her soul away, she went without a fight.

I decided to take the ideas of some people and mix it in with my own writing. Enjoy. The sun rises over the mountains, a ray of hope shines. Life ...

>removed for reasons of a broken heart

I hardly think this is the best poem I've written, in fact I wouldn't be hurt if some said it was the worst. I might also have been navel gazing. ...