F/Pakistan    <3

Poznań   

Florida; Italy    Giuseppi Buonaiuto is a former commissioned officer and veteran; employed later by one of the more obscure government clandestine services. He holds numerous graduate degrees …

Nerd

All poems original Copyright of Elizabeth Squires.

Pacific NW    poetry... it's in my blood; and when impassioned most, i bleed... easily! mostly i write to and of, they who offer this heart safe harbor. …

34/M/Florida   

India    I am a thirsty poem longing for words

24/F/Bangalore    I wanted to write, so I am writing (but that doesn't mean I am good at it) But I want to write till I get …

28/F    Maybe it's not about courage. Maybe it's more than a closed-eye moment of bluntness. Maybe you like the interior design of your mind, And you …

34/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ    A poet donning the hat of a Gazetted Assistant Audit Officer. Ex-SBI Probationary Officer '22. I self-publish on KDP. Published 10 different books and sequels …

27/F/Iran    Maybe it's bad that My mother's pussy Gave birth to the sick mind https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/k3o8k 💮🌿 My Insta : @yasaman.johari💮 2 December 1996

Austria & Spain & UK & US    Retired after 40+ years from teaching U. S. literature, film, and culture at a large Austrian university, now enjoying occasional visits to members of my …

I love writing, most of my writings are life experiences,but there are some that aren't, please enjoy

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

Missouri    I was born in Chicago, Illinois, in 1944, and now reside in Missouri. Retired from secretarial work, I now enjoy writing poetry. When my heart …

Cascadia    we who share vestige of our intimate uniqueness, are different — just be you, that is your greatest strength —stay strong ... stay blessed — …

25/F    Instagram: blackcoffeewhitepages

Ashtabula, Ohio    The things I write about seem sent to me at the moment the are written. As if my Muse, whoever she is, demands to be …

England    Walk with me pilgrim/ Together, in the Springtime/ We will write haiku............

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

"I'm not mad." Narrator: She was angry. And maybe even a little resentful. Nickel has asserted her right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, …