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 ...

I’ve always imagined I’d be rich. Even at an exceptionally young age I was consumed with money. My friends bought the toys they desired without a second thought, whilst I ...

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 ...

Okay, I know it's long and stops in the middle of nowhere, but I just want to know how it is so far. I'm not really sure about this, so ...

I walk here Everyday And everything's Always the same They laugh and talk Carrying on I walk among them In silence Unknown And now They've all disappeared Leaving me alone ...

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 ...

To say it changed my life would be an understatement. To say I was affected would be an under exaggeration. To say I have learnt from what has happened would ...

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 ...

Not even half a story. But I couldn't seem to find a board for random spewings of the keyboard, so I guess here seems most appropriate. Criticism would be appreciated: ...