Young Writers Society

The cross is a symbol of God above, And when He gave His blood out of love. A towering structure that reaches the sky, A wonderful blessing; a hidden disguise. ...

The King's Painting: A snake, bitter, in his right hand, A dagger in the other. His mouth is burdened with a black heart. This heart, beats, pulses and darkens the ...

I haven't anything to say, but, you have a way with words. I'm not sure I caught the whole idea/subject behind it, but still, it was beautiful. Your poetry sometimes ...

I'm still walking down that road You left me on Where I ran out of the building Hiding meaning under excuses and hiding tears in the rain. I still stop ...

She looks at the photos Her fingers trace over his face Fighting back tears, she sigh Times change and it seems like yesterday The man she loved just walked away ...

This poem is pretty cruddy. But please tell me what you think! Ground Zero I watched you two meet ends as you wove yourself throughout the room. I've stared her ...

Each time I thought, "I love you," A star joined the night sky. So gaze above and think about your affection's alibi. Each time I craved to hold you, I ...

They told me I was beautiful. But the mirror revealed lies. They told me I was talented. The mirror said otherwise. So I wrapped a string of pearls, ‘round my ...

THE MARIONETTE _____________________ The spotlight turns The crowd cheers and jeers At the Marionette hanging there That Marionette is me Painted with the makeup of a world that sold me ...

This is my first poem so excuse the rusty style XD Looking at You You're looking at me, And you think i don't know. I want to look around at ...

after watching a presentation about Road Traffic Collisions today, i thought i'd try to express one of the anecdote's we were told --------- He’s out now, but still He’s trapped ...

Feedback Wanted!!! Please let me know what you think. Things Aren’t as Heavy When Someone Helps You Carry Them I moved a large table by myself Now my back is ...

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she spent all day ripping crayola to pieces, rainbows stuck beneath her fingernails -- colorsticks soon mashed together, flecks of a childhood blown to smithereens littering the lonely Spanish tiles ...

Love is a package received by all Miss one step you take the fall Love can heal love can hurt Love can come and go like flirts The package is ...