where we are    little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their …

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

Atlanta, GA    Infrequent Poetry to tell stories, express a feeling, hopefully to entertain or inspire. Cover: “ Memorial for Karl Liebknecht” by Käthe Kollwitz. Wes writes, he …

20/F/Silver Sea    There is no comfort but poetry.

19/M/Bihar, India    World's a lie; Truth's a threat... Life's a mess; Better be a hypocrite

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For a so called 'Writer' I have no idea what to write here.

M/Ant-hard-ica    she inquires why I write so many poems, easy comes reply: It gives me a fantastic living, it makes and gives, each poem, a calculation, …

...don't know? don't judge! you only know what you see // (h)our (s)hell // scorch, scorch; pass the torch... don't play with fire on the …

M/Georgia, USA    I had never written anything before 1996. I died for 7 minutes, revived by an emergency medical team I awoke to not be quite the …

why does it matter?    “I've got a guilty heart, and a troubled mind. No matter where I go, you’re never far behind. I'd like to think that you've forgiven …

36/M/from ‘round, outback    right here waiting for you

on your...roof!    “Masks” by Shel Silverstein: She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They Searched For blue, Their …

F/Land of Queens!    I am exactly what you want to believe I am, not...(the goth or the ick in Gothic). My poetry only emerges when yours is sleeping. …

22/F    On land , at sea or in the air.

29/F/Durham, NC   

Florida    Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. ~~ Dr. Seuss

19/F/Canada    Why stay with someone who is a weed when you want to be a rose... Writing has saved my life... I write about my life …

24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …

with the aid of smoke, all clear, and this absurdity, strikes me as normal...