Poetry is much more than ink's indulgence, it's a memorialized rebirth in shared experiences, coming to terms and celebrating verily before our eyes.

NY    "If you do nothing, how do you know when you are done?"

M    I'm dormant not vacant, I have a penchant for logic, my sleep patterns are horribly irregular, I like coffee, I hate having my picture taken, …

🇸🇬    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 …

19/F/South Africa    broken more like waves and less like porcelain

F/Montreal, Canada    Omnis cum in tenebris praesertim vita laboret.

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

24/F/New York    Hello I'm Kyla I like the smell before rain and the feeling when you fall in love

A writer and an artist. A musician as well. In need of a Savior, I was just a shell. I was a heavy drinker. Alcoholic, …

United States    just a lost soul wandering in a land of broken dreams

Ohio    I write things, feel free to tell me what you think.

In my Father's Kingdom    I am a princess. Not because I believe in fairy tales, or has a prince. But because my Father is a King, and He is …

with(out) Wolf    That first "Hello" was a reunion. The final "Goodbye" - - an impossibility. (Cover photo by Winnie Carolina)

I ponder.. with wonder ... I think . Where would we be without forgiveness?

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Tokyo    Because it’s the halves that halve you in half. I didn’t know, don’t know, about the in-between bits; the gory bits of you, and the …

treetops    just another infinitesimal soul wandering through infinite bodies in an attempt to write some poetry. // m.ja // 15 // PH //

62/M/Traverse City Mi.    Photo of my family Banshee, Wicca and Lilly, we hunt and forage the northern forests. Try to keep up with us if you can… I …

Manila    words save me allpoetry.com/epictails

M/Wa, On the road    What Does “Lifes” Mean? Lifes doesn't mean anything. It's just a common misspelling of the plural form of life- •life's jump poetry ©, (CC) 1997- …

Buenos Aires    I'm Milena Conde. I live in Argentina. I don't seem to fit in our society, even though I try really hard to. I'm too afraid …

Move with me. Welcome to my confessions.

Barcelona