Young Writers Society

"Dry Hump" -SlickJimmy To say hello was a novel cadence To embrace hands expectedly tense -Those feelings became proper. Topical coffee gave way to our smarts And steered the course ...

It is in all of us and it lurks and it searches for you... And it's always there and it watches you while you sleep as the hands on the ...

Love is like honey. Thick, sweet and sometimes sticky. It can hit you at anytime of you life, Yet you may never realize it. It comes in many forms: friendship, ...

I'm just waiting Sitting contemplating My thoughts resting in my head. An adventure has opened its doors to me, Waiting for me to come in. Yet all I can think ...

Somewhere I remember My very distant home. It has been there forever It's beauty still it shows. The water lapping to it, Cold fresh and salty taste, Contains fish of ...

Fear of life, I've never known. Scared of love, I've never shown. Today this will end. and I will be free, For now on my love, I'll let you love ...

La Méduse* hands clean, [fingers clean]- homologous spike structures signal licking the universe, plummeting into an orange fulmination with glow-tinted-green extremities. a bath of sulfur and phosph

Had to delete it due to the rules of a contest I entered this poem in... sorry!

i loved this poem... i can't say you need to improve because right now i'm caring for a robot baby but i'll be sure to comment more thouroughly later. I ...

Rural landscape steams by; smoke sticks to the glass, Too quiet here for noise or fuss. Or shallow thought. Lawn laid out like a thousand picnic spreads, 'Cept now your ...

She moves through the trees. Tired yet determined, she runs. As though free of the world she forgets her pain and suffering. The love she once had no longer haunts ...

Flower heads fell, decapitated, into the dark green pool to sit crystalline on the surface, along her legs, through her hair. It was a dense muteness overpowering the clammy cold ...

My new girlfriend -SlickJimmy I can’t believe your ignoring my phone calls I can’t believe your blocking my emails I can’t believe you won’t see me no more You are ...

An Ode to Divorce, a.k.a Wendy’s Last Poem -SlickJimmy I feel so sad Because I did not learn I feel so ashamed Because I did not learn I am so ...

April “So,” the smoky figure rasped, “we have a deal?” The girl shuddered in her tight Levi jeans as she waited for the cross light to turn green or for ...