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 …

Philadelphia    Hypothetically speaking, I would rather be under the tyranny of the diverse majority; rather than under the tyranny of the narrow few. Peace unto you …

universe    My third book will be written in Estonian. Endlessly mourning nature. Searching beauty. Passionate and kind. Yet melancholic but joyful. //**The poetic, the scientific, the …

toronto    I'm Lo and besides there's so much beauty in a storm.

28/F/here, there & everywhere    it's just words after all

Belgium    I'm basically just ventilating. I write whatever comes out.

M/Shimla, India    Get up, do, nap, repeat!

Writing and dancing have been my self expression and my obsession. I've got big dreams and no plans on how to achieve them. Insta: @kompletelyky …

58/M/Noida, INDIA    http://www.instagram.com/deovrat_sharma http://www.mirakee.com/deovrat https://m.facebook.com/groups/1565547650400806#!

She said: "You're the most expressive person I've ever met." And I think I can live with that.

my parents reared me like an animal, but didnt realize i was a cannibal. so i ate them, and thats why im a gentleman.

Alexandria    I write from my experience in life, my past, people that i have met, about death, about happiness, about my addiction to heroin (finally in …

Old Florida    It goes without saying All Rights Reserved. (Disclaimer: These poems are non-commercial, personal poems to be used for educational or research purposes only. "Fair use" …

A poem is like a tickle, it gives both joy and pain: with blissful tears and tearful giggles, you'll read that poem again. A poem …

Pennsylvania   

Oman/Ireland    My happiness streams from wrenching a piece out of my life, a piece of hurt & beauty, and transforming it to typewritten words on paper …

Belfast    i like to write i want to learn

My hands shall not tremble, my feet shall not falter Moving on

45/M/Georgia    poet. musician. weirdo.

Between Midnight and 3am    Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in …

Manila    words save me allpoetry.com/epictails

I just want to discover the beauty, covert within the tiny cracks and crevices, of every breathing life