Young Writers Society

Laughter Laughter is a gift, Golden and good. It is something to be cherished, Forever and always. Laughter is the light that carries us Away from all sorrow.

Thought that I would group a bunch of poems together:) The Fury of the Storm The storm clamored And as if in a flying rage, Roared through the quiet Bitter ...

Yet another poem... Lies are like darkness, Enveloping us from the light, Hiding honest truths, From the most truthful and good person. A lie is like a knife, Used to ...

This is a bit of a different type of poem that I wrote. LMK if you like it. Forest Mornings In the quiet, early hours of the day Dark begins ...

This is my second poem out of a book that I formed. I would appreciate some tips! Nikki Grief I weep as I hear That a friend has begun her ...

Hey guyz...This is my first poem for this forum. I really would like some pointers...Thx, Nicole Death Death is an angel, Carrying souls above The world as we know it ...

Greatest Hits Even as I fear that a soundtrack to life is a cliché desire I wonder what our song would be and if this scene of life will deserve ...

Another night, another day, Tear stained sheets I can't bear to change, Why did you have to come? My skin smothered with your scent, My life a book written for ...

Many times I have watched those graceful hands The purest white I’ve yet to find again Nothing can compare within this mortal land And by my side I wish them ...

Kelly was addicted to things she thought wouldn’t harm, This is until she engraved things in her arm, She would take these things to get away from life, Her brothers ...

Nothing can comprehend, The pain they must feel, All they ever had, Washed away. God’s power ruining their lives, Whatever did they do wrong? Honest people fighting to keep alive, ...

I fall in love too fast it’s a scientific fact that my heart falls into my chest when I see her walk by. The circles of her hips creates an ...

Love for sake of love? Perhaps. Do not look upon my sad and miserable heart do not look with pity for the within the blackness there holds a bit of ...

I traveled down the interstellar highway I wanted to see you on the other side. You with hips like planets, and eyes like starstuff radiant in aurora fire Solarflares of ...

this blood wants to be free instead of ever-sluicing in my veins. it hates the dullness, the monotony. so, i am only relieving it, letting it drain. it bites and ...