Young Writers Society

This is some poetic blabber that I came up with while reading Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle. I hope you enjoy, even if you haven’t read the book… if you haven’t ...

Caught up feelings,tripped emotions, spilled blood and cut out insides. Liquid tears turn cold and solid, bitterness carries the deadly taste of vomit. Seas of hatred,oceans of guilt. Miles of ...

Hi, I'm Black and here is something I got-- It's not very good, but it will have to do: I blow corvette smoke with a final thrust Driving the white ...

As fruitful as regret Looking away from whatever life begets I’m turning away I’m holding sway Over the whole world And I’m trying to slice it down into proportion Photo ...

Based on a fantasy book I'm writing...let me know what you think. In the fear, I seek you In my strength, I find you In the dark, I see you ...

Winter breeze wraps 'round Autumn trees as cold air sweeps Up yesterdays leaves.

Wind lazily blows As masquerades of leaves fall, Rainbows of autumn.

I like the imagery. My question is, what does it gain from the line breaks? You're an expert poet (so I won't insult you with my normal level of critique ...

Fluorescent lit classroom The dim, cheap light Bouncing off the rug and walls All the desks are packed away for the summer. I followed you for a reason And it’s ...

oh woe is me! i behold the world one last time but all i see is dirt and grime what ever happened to generosity? everyone is greedy revealing they are ...

Music, music everywhere, Yet no one finds it singing in the air. Guitars, violins with their plucked musical strings, Bells and chimes making ‘ding-dong-ding’s. Is this the only music you ...

Come closer: Hear my secret, Promise not to tell A single soul. I’ve got a million pretty words And absolutely no control Over what may slip from this Lip gloss ...

Mirror: Before the mirror upon the wall, A princess sits with saddened eyes, The truth’s displayed before her, But she’s preoccupied with lies. Her imperfections linger, Before her drop-dead gorge

I don't know how many of you are Christian, and how many aren't, but it doesn't really matter; all this poem requires is a little sympathy for the mindset of ...

Drivin’ in this Land of Fellatial Screams 1-4-06 Drivin’ the world in cruise control hissing blood out of its speakers a child of my times, needle in the vein kissin’ ...