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New York City, USA    Words hold in them a special power. Even one word can change the direction of your life! "What if" one of my words could stop …

54/M/Cleveland, Ohio    Creator of the "Quantum Loop" poem. I study English, science, and mankind. Shemale and he-she. Asian/black/arab/white/americaN. https://www.facebook.com/Garyspoetrypage

A poet's poet    Love is aphotic. Brilliance is luminous. In order to grasp either one must sacrifice the many colorations of joyfulness.

19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.    does growing up count as childhood trauma

Malaysia    Poetry is about love Poetry is about life Poetry is about experience Poetry is about memory Share a line or two words from the hearts …

22/F/United States    You won't find another brutally honest poet like me.

INDIA    "A writer" ✌I love to draw imaginations with words❤ You want some✌Come get some

India    I am a thirsty poem longing for words

Trussville , Alabama    Writing poetry for over fifty years

just north of ordinary    Under construction. Dreaming out windows. Want to hear me read it? Please visit: https://soundcloud.com/bexinlondono I have two eBooks on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/author/rebeccaaskew

Raleigh, NC, 27612    Born in Honduras in 1930. Divorced mother of three sons, finding doors closed to my aspirations as a woman, emigrated to the U.S. where I …

Windermere UK    Retired Gardener. Been published in many books. But find this site truly amazing. Thank you all..

As Clear As Mud In Bits And Pieces Governments Deny Press Releases Purple Heart Based Morphine Dreams Tear Drops In Claret Streams.

I’m a Bengali in sombrero An Indian from Kolkata I live at a stone’s throw From where flows the Ganga.

Scotland    Something On this site has contaminated my site!

21/F/Cape Town    No Pretence, just me.

I really have no name    "Through a foggy window in the rain ― When you thought no one was watching ― Going through your memories like so many prisons to …

Australia    I got lost in the world And now I crawl Babbling Into the womb of prose