F/Tucson, AZ    Being in nature and the wilds, this is my truest love. - My Poetry on Thru Media https://thrumediaarchive.online/poetry-of-ca-guilfoyle/ CA Guilfoyle aka CA Colbert

chennai    Poet a dreamer dreaming of a peacefull happy caring world who hopes his words can cause a change

I live On a rock    I aspire to own a goat and live in a yurt, wear wool socks whilst playing the piccholo on some mystic mountain top. I like …

moon   

“Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars …

India    evading humans, battling depression, Following my meandering heart, In hope of a peace injected chaos...

Guildford    Bio/Comments: Dónall Dempsey was born in the Curragh of Kildare, Ireland, and was Ireland’s first Poet in Residence in a secondary school. He has read …

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South Africa pretoria    I seek companionship. True companionship. Or as most people know it: love True self hatred thrives in denial Praise our saviour jesus.

29/We're all a bit mad here.    To each One's own, but I'm keping mine. Everyone has a piece of the divide, but some motha'fucka's really oughtta just give it back. Blessings …

🇸🇬    Wield them proud for they are your own. Words are yours to cast in stone. Unsheathe them with reason and rhyme. Reveal them so they …

20/M/Southern California    Dylan Whisman is my name. Whether these poems are my own doing, or that they find me through holes in me, here they are for …

Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none. William Shakespeare

underworld    Waiting for my Eurydice.

United Kingdom   

Germany    —

Somewhere in the Universe    A poet. That's all you need to know.

Phillipines    I write poems whenever I feel like it :)

Guangzhou, China    "All I had to offer was my own confusion." -Jack Kerouac "Ditto." - Me Warrior, poet, wanderer. These words are a tale wrought decades. Tumblr …

In between the beats    being of invisible light surfing the wind channels on the tree tops of imagination.

I'm only wondering in rhythm

where East meets West    Feeling Playing Recycling myself Writing as a way of being together