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David Lessard
75/M/Prescott, Arizona    Retired. Thirty five years as a Respiratory Therapist Hiker, writer, music lover, photographer (shutter-bug), poet.
Mikey
18/Trans/my bed    giving up tbh
jordan
47/M/the foot of the mountain    i've been fixed and i've been broken and i've broken what i've fixed
FM
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Rachel
108/F    Peace and Love and Joy!
Christopher Victor Russon
74/M/Torbay, Devon UK    I love music and taking part in writing poetry. I like to read poems from other poets just as much as writing.
Max Neumann
M/Inner Shelter    Writing poetry since 2002
Mohan Sardarshahari
56/M/India    All poems are my inner voice and are protected under copyright laws.
Hadrian Veska
Possibly a human being
Jorge
19/M/Jamaica    As a Jamaican teenager who is fun, tenacious and tactful; I always find ways to express myself. Whether through quotes, poems or even by songs …
30/F/Texas   
20/F/Canada    "we're all mad here"
JK Cabresos
M/PH    Hands are stained with poetry. / Romanticist
Oliver
20/FTM/lost somewhere    I write because no one wants to listen when I speak.
Mansi
22/F    I write poems as a means of an emotional and creative outlet. I hope you enjoy reading them.
Tyler Matthew
27/M/U.S.    "I am large, I contain multitudes" I identify as 1965 Bob Dylan standing in the doorway of a Greenwich Village nightclub with a lit cigarette …
Connor Clarke
24/M/Manchester    It feels pretty good to access the poet inside of you.
Tiana Marie
19/F    Literature is a symphony, and we read it for the same reason we listen to music: it makes us feel something.
Ash B Crowley
18/Genderqueer/Boston    “With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?” -Oscar Wilde
misha
18/F/where parallel ends meet    i loved u. there, i admit it.
SoVi
F/US or Mexico    Thank you for coming here. Enjoy my poems and put some sunshine on them. All poems are my property.
17/M    Somewhere, somehow, you are always there.
16/F/Stuck in my home :p    Everyone has words inside of them. Sometimes, mine want to be let out.
Joy

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