Young Writers Society

This is my first attempt at poetry in quite a while, so this could be interesting. Be merciless. That day I took a walk in the rain, across a piece ...

Alibird, I hate to say it , but I know I can't delay it. Alibird you're a turd, you stink like a bog. Alibird your absurd, your favorite food is ...

Ice covered mountains Majestic and towering Stands in mist of clouds.

A relationship is molded by the first few keystrokes Early games determine life and death and now that I'm so far in I doubt I can become a Jesus for ...

Anything is possible in the Dark. The Night is a robe of possibilities A Cinderella until daylight Sweet susurrus secrets are heard through the tacit night air. Their thoughts focus ...

This is my poem Slow Down. It's the first work I have posted on here, and I would really appreciate some feedback on it. Thanks so much! Slow Down Slow ...

Sometimes I wonder if immaturity is a retardation of the brain ‘Cause, honey, you’re retarded First glance of you yesterday wanted to make me Scream with fright but giggle with ...

Wow. I thought that was excellent. You got the emotions across perfectly, very eloquently. You wrote this in a very beautiful style, and I appreciate the work you obviously put ...

I tilted my head and bowed with my eyes, Looking farther down deep than I could have surmised. It wasn’t for lack of a happier day, But all things in ...

Baby Blue Rosary Fell asleep with my rosary baby blue, tied around a belt loop; not tired—no sleep around— only the lava—the glowing, burning, fiery though soon to be stone ...

Majestic horses Stampede if you come near Beware-don’t come close. Waving in the wind Small green leaves are fluttering The large tree stands tall. Small, fragrant sweet peas And the ...

I once knew a guy Who wasn’t all that met the eye I thought he was sweet I thought he was smart But then it turned out he had a ...

A love Unforgotten It wasn’t such a dismal thing to let him slip into the sea And let love past diminish deep with wandering thoughts of him in me. I ...

I had scribbled the date on the pink of my palm and a week later I can still hear your heavy breathing, blowing nervousness into my chest The tension builds ...

Winged Beauties of Revenge - Hear our prayers They came down with wings of evil,Fluttering as gentle as the sun rising and setting,in the morn and eve,Is it meant to ...