Young Writers Society

Savage green fields Wild herbs, musky pine Yellow daisies and forest thyme Farm pastures with the sweet apple trees Supple green leaves And bloodred fruit Pick the ripest ones But ...

OK it's not fantasy AT ALL in the beginning. So please don't leave comments saying that it isn't fiction. I will even PM you the outline. Thanks for reading! P.S. ...

It was as black as black could be, Just drifting, drifting, drifting. Then, something magical happened, It started to rain, pour, soak the Earth! It washed through towns and valleys, ...

Chapter Four Notch’s News “Vanessa?” Sheanna was the first to force words out of her mouth. “Sheanna?” The two stood there, eyes wide and locked on each other. “You’re the ...

Twigs: broken, scraggly, overflowing and messy, form a cage inside which the world has no sort of problems. Outside the barriers danger lurks, but what does it matter? Here is ...

Can I have a bit of earth?It won’t forget the one who gave itSeeds to grow. Why won't she ask for riches? It will freeze and kill— dream trees.They’ve been ...

**Alright so this is my first poem... ever... Okay well technically my first poem posted on here and the first poem I actually have some liking towards. My entry for ...

wisemann210 wrote:Lin : Your challenge is to write a poem about a dying tree who's fruit is magical. Dancing down, the leaves tumble Twirling with the sprinkling rain Dead as ...

Blade of Grass Please, sir, can you help me? For I'm just a blade of grass. I know I'm a bit small, just look at me through your glass. You ...

The desert lay calm, chilling under the moons angelic glow. Calm resonated around the grassy plain Then the sky went dark. Animals around tensed, in a sudden fear. Calm disappeared, ...

Large and majestic, Beautiful, commanding, Resting on the earth. Their wisdom budding in the leaves, The grass, the trees that climb up their sides, Towering up, up, above the clouds. ...

She knew why leaving was the only option she had left. Her father's drugs, scattered in the dismal house where marijuana was just as common as food. In fact, it ...

I can't think of a name for this poem so if you have any suggestions I would be more than happy to hear them. Were you ever afraid of letting ...

Sun-drenched days stretched into one another and they reveled in their urban Eden- gathered flowers that sprung thick from the graffitied gardens of faded walls, drank the sepia sunsets like ...

Random poem! I hope you understand because it's quite personal and I hope people might feel the smae sometimes. Tell me what you think thank you xx Love and hate. ...