Mumbai    Don't confuse me with a wee laddie . I'm the trouble next door . ^_^ And I'll still smile as you pass by. Spread love ...

Singapore    I saw the moon divorce the sky tonight; this remedy is worse than the disease.

"Cut my shadow from me. Free me from the torment[...] Why was I born among mirrors? The daylight revolves around me. And the night herself ...

India    16.Indian.Crazy.Complicated.Sweet.JaggedThoughts.Confused.Amazing. I'mma big mess with a capital M. I actually suck at writing.but i dont care.i write it for myself,to myself,or maybe anybody who's going ...

have some shitty existential grief. monsters have thought processes too.

California    I like to rhyme. I do it all the time.

India    People say '' I Am Good''....I Say '' Wanna Be Better'' I Wanna Do Something Different In My Life........Want To Become The Gold That Shines ...

WV    I don't write rhymes; I write what's in/on my mind.

F/Wales    I want to thank hellopoetry.com and it's wondrous submitting poets, for giving me the confidence to write. Thank you all! X All poems posted here ...

on the corner writing poetry and stories next to a gun shot.

Vancouver    Pablo Neruda is king. I believe people should live life passionately. Poetry is a safe release of that passion. Twitter @mooretosayblog

Vancouver, Canada    "... the dearest freshness of deep-down things ..." — Gerard Manley Hopkins

London, UK    I love that moment of connection and the lump in your throat when you find a really special poem. And I've read many, many special ...

Texas    I consider myself a human being, just as I would consider everyone.

Hyderabad    Poet of the fall (because I normally suffer from a writers block during the rest of the year)

Daydreamer, romantic schemer, notebook doodler, anti-poodle(r?), Star gazer, Bearded scholar, And overall student of the world (Currently a mechanical/aerospace engineering student at Rutgers University)

life's what you make it, don't backdate it.

Washington    ~~~i hope you will understand~~~ Time will tell Beautiful insides no one can see Hiding away, covering my heart Put my heart in your hands ...

Baroda    She asked "What is a half-sun?" And all I could say was, "The half-sun is like a fallen angel. Not high handed, yet divine. She ...

F    But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are ...

On Oblivions Doorstep    I am that which was once many stars but faded reborn under a different name Darkness is my tether enjoy my many shades.. Once the ...

Sunny Florida    I'm a poet and I know it, I make a rhyme.... I make a rhyme................ CRAP!!!