London, UK    I'm not a poet. I'm barely a human being.

22/F/California, USA    Enough. I am, Enough. I will be, no, I am. Enough. I try, no, I do; Enough.

Mexico city, mexico    Hola, I'm Angelina new to this poetry thing just thought I'd come here to like some good poesía and Maby show the little bit I …

18/F/Modesto, California    Breaking isn't hard, knowing you're breaking is.

"The Spirit and the bride say, 'Come!' And let him who hears say, 'Come!' Whoever is thirsty, let him come; and whoever wishes, let him …

A poet's poet    Love is aphotic. Brilliance is luminous. In order to grasp either one must sacrifice the many colorations of joyfulness.

29/M/Bristol, England    I left writing for happiness and lost both in the process

Philippines    Hey! I am all the way from my beloved country, Philippines. I am now 17 years of age and prensently taking up Bachelor of Science …

Other side of the tracks    There is ordinary, and there is extraordinary. I would not dare try to fit myself in either category. Successes and failures are juggled in self …

Portland    Perpetually sleepy Pisces who takes refuge in music, dance, and writing

I am the shape of unfinished poems.

Kapaa, Kaua'i, Hawaii    Brent Kincaid, born in Kansas City, Missouri just before WWII ended, moved to Hollywood in 1967 to pursue a career as a singer, actor and …

Beirut, Lebanon    I live in the Soho of the Middle East; Beirut has been my lover, I learned to love her and be proud of her through …

NY    A heart of gold My thoughts so deep and complex a vibe master words that tore my heart apart A lost coconut looking for his …

22/F/lost    paper understands me better than people do.

You, my fellow poets, are amazing. I'm glad I found you. Keep writing and sharing. Regarding copyrights? Our poems are a part of us and …

memphis tn    Memphis living,16yrs,employed,instagram @kayy_katrice I post my work weekly

Saturn    everything i post is my own creation and imagination. i know sometimes my mind runs wild free but whats the point if it doesn't thats …

badlands    Maybe we feel empty because we live pieces of ourself in everything we used to love

20/M/Washington state    All poets are brothers

I am not one, nor am I two. I live within thee and perhaps within a few. Close your eyes, take my hand and allow …

Ireland    I don’t share a lot about myself. I have dreams my pillows don’t know about and skeletons my closet hasn't seen. I tend to hide …