Young Writers Society

Okay this is my very first poem. I usually write stories but i decided to have a go at poetry. I hope you like. Love is… Love is like a ...

Am I losing my touch? Hope Conforms Eternal. Its what we've always wanted, omnipotence without working memory. Held up in opulent mausoleums and billboard slogans, burned down in sound-proof cathedral

The new day has begun: Sugar we’re goin’ down, swingin’ In the park, for hours a day And the sickness from staring at the sky Staring at the sun in ...

A man from a distant town, searches a generic magik noun. To a far off adventure he goes, an RPG story of woes. He fights his way through moblins, killing ...

This is the poem's sign. This is the poem's second line, after this line comes the next. Stay along, and you'll do fine, here's the next stanza. A word show ...

Your eyes are a mixture of green and blue, of love and pain; letting me know that this is the start of forever, all the way to the bitter end. ...

To One Hand Clapping (This Life is the Art of Listening) 1-12-06 There are only whispers. We are the contemplators in our highest. This life is the art of listening. ...

The name pretty much sums it up. But then, I want peoples take on it. (Has anyone heard of the country mentioned, by-the-way? ) Peter Svacic On Peter's Mount,Svacic had ...

I’m sitting in a blackened room Tying knots in golden thread The smile that I’m lying in Is glossed with my glittered lead And you’ve found me all but dead ...

Here are the fabled laurel leaves A smile, when it’s fading – Golden in the threadbare past While you constructed little ditties They knocked together temples of stone But now ...

wow i loved the poem. i really liked how you did the little intro-thing, which his what i guess you could call it. it was great and set the point ...

Okay this is the first poem that I have submitted to YWS and it just happened to pop into my head when I was at school in the most boring ...

When the world keeps spinning out of control, You must know that you can request no troll Because he has just thrown you about, Maybe even stuffed you right full ...

this is my first ever poem so constructive and honest feedback would be good! A Land where the skies are as blue as the seas, A Land where man walk ...