Young Writers Society

Two poems in one, written straight after the other. I figured I'd save some space on the board :D Windmill You stand alone in the field, Your wheel clattering as ...

Apparently so. It beats doing real work at school. There's no real point to any of them. Enjoy. Insomnia is, cropcircles burned into wax, and doubt with matches. The curtains ...

I know hell and back gets you nowhereBut I’d though I’d gone fartherThan this There you are, in the early Monday morning radar Gray-sweatered arms opened wide, And though my ...

This is what we back on the home forum call a remix: taking someone else's title or inspiration or opening line and turning it into something different. If you want ...

Niiicee I really really like it !! The last stanza was soo cool I can relate myself soo well with this poem don't change a thing !! the part about ...

I wrote this when I was in fourth grade. I'm not too proud of it, just wanted to know what you think of it. I wake up Trees surround Light ...

-The Great Chronicles: -- Part VIXX---Chapter 56----Page: 1,373-----Sub-Paragraph: Greatest Thing I've ever written------Paragraph 2-------Sentence 4.8--------Word Eleven: The The Inside of A Hot-dog:

I can never be an Incandescence or xantham_gum (Sorry if I mispelled it), or arieda or backgroundbob. NOW, I know to not care. Post everything I want help with, never ...

Time is ticking away; I watch as you pull out and drive away I’ve begged for you not to leave, but you did anyway. Please don’t go! I need you ...

You beat me and abuse me, but I won't hit you back, it stings and it bleeds, but I love the whips crack. It always assumed, that all love is ...

I don't much like the line breaks in this. All comments, crits, suggestions welcome. This is the second part to the epigone CL the epigone II. ((helios apartment)) bright, brain ...

this poem was writtin when my frien was like nine and now hes twelve. the numbers on my computer quite working and they took most of the punctuation keys with ...

This is for The Black Rose Like Romeo and Juliet, Theirs is a window of love, Which has been torn asunder By hands which cause only Pain, suffering and depression. ...

The suicide speaks My time is comming... I can't take it anymore! The pain, the mysery, the agony the lonelyness My time is now... Don't tell me your sorry It's ...

So... I had a good day FOR YOU, I'LL SPEAK FRENCH 'Meet me under the clock tower at one' she said, and we laughed because we're poets, drunk on a ...