69/Here and now
You can follow me on Twitter @jsirony John Smallshaw on Facebook also the 'pantechniconpoet' on Wordpress.com Website.. soundcloud YouTube blah, blah, blah ps so many …
20/M/Home
Took the shackles off my feet so I can dance -- dancing in His light
66/M/california
I have been writing for most of my life, I have been fortunate to have married the love of my life for the past 27 …
21/M/Phalaborwa
Kind
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 …
42/Turkey
I like poems.Poems are my dreams.I am a poetr.I and poem are very good friends.I have ten poetry tecnichals.Everyone is a human.My poems says life's …
39/M/Jimeta
I am A.B.Faniki I am from Jimeta. I love outdoor life. I am a poet by morning, a writer by night. I love playing game. …
55/M/Turkey
Hello from Turkey, I'm a poem lover.. But my English is not enough for write.
21/F/MI
45/M/DC
Planet Earth
Philo-poetic fable of love. Its our journey into self-discovery about true meaning of love. Poems of LOVE for Z Facebook: melancholy.innocence Twitter: melanofinnocent Instagram: melanofinnocent
F/Japan
25/F/Australia 🇦🇺
I’m trying to write about myself but it’s proving difficult, check out my poems for some depth.
22/Alive
"What's the good resisting temptation? There'll always be more" -Mae West Insta: @this.poet.does.not.exist
47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
"The thing about love is that we come alive in bodies not our own" - Colum McCann (Let The Great World Spin). The beautiful contradictions …
40/F/Florida
I write when I'm inspired. I try my best and hope my poems touch someone's life. ❤ my writings are raw and usually unedited. ©All …
24/F/England
I hope you like my poems :)
23/F
Just the random, cursive thoughts of a girl caught somewhere in the empty space between simply existing and actually living. -Atypical poetry-
31/M/Kentucky
Below being an amateur. Happy to have found a place to share my thoughts.
21/M/Philadelphia
27/F/Philippines
for the soft lilacs, violently pressed and decaying against my chest