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 …

48/M/Washington D.C    "This is how they survive. You must know this. You're too smart not to know this. They paint the world full of shadows... and then …

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 …

65/M/Minnesota    Married 44 years (& counting) to the one love of my life. College professor, Rancher, Grandpa (Papa), Friend of God

St. Louis   

Outskirts Of Town    I'm a writer a poet and a traveler of life's darker roads. Thanks for stopping by. This is my work.

23/F/☁️☁️☁️   

A single person among several billion; that doesn't mean I'm any less awesome, though \m/ My poetry started out as simple journal entries, but I've …

Canada    “If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.” — Edgar Allan Poe “Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme, it just has to …

27/F/England    Sunshine spills from her lips, every time she smiles

Mumbai, India   

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A mythopoeic nymphet. All poems within this account are solely my own creations unless otherwise stated.

a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅ i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣ d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅo͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊'t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊ w̠̘̗͖̮̥ͣ̽ͫ͂a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑ w̠̘̗͖̮̥ͣ̽ͫ͂o͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆l͕͖͉̭̰ͬ̍ͤ͆̊ͨd̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊o͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊ s̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑ m̘͈̺̪͓ͩ͂̾ͪ̀̋e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑ c͔ͣͦ́́͂ͅa̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈s̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑ i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣ d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅo͎̜̓̇ͫ̉͊ͨ͊n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊'t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊h͚̖̜̍̃͐i̞̟̫̺ͭ̒ͭͣn͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊k̲̱̠̞̖ͧ̔͊̇̽̿̑ͯͅ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊h͚̖̜̍̃͐a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊ t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑y͉̝͖̻̯ͮ̒̂ͮ͋ͫͨ'd̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅ u̟͎̲͕̼̳͉̲ͮͫͭ̋ͭ͛ͣ̈n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅe̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑r̼̯̤̈ͭ̃ͨ̆s̪̭̱̼̼̉̈́ͪ͋̽̚t̘̟̼̉̈́͐͋͌̊a̘̫͈̭͌͛͌̇̇̍n͉̠̙͉̗̺̋̋̔ͧ̊d̥̝̮͙͈͂̐̇ͮ̏̔̀̚ͅ...

Iligan City, Philippines    I write Because I have a Pen!

25/F/Building galaxies within    I've been here since 2014. I was 14 then. Now I'm 25, back here posting more. Come follow my journey :)

Birmingham, AL   

Sheffield, England    Sylvie. You don't know me yet.

San Antonio Texas    My poetry is like the wind, it changes directions constantly. I have learned so very much over the past several years which has broadened my …

25/Female/Canadian    “Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald

F/Northern Michigan    Nothing © January 2011 Lily Mae

But drinking cough syrup when you don't have a cough is ironic, because in reality you're sicker than you thought ~

Chicago    Take it, or leave it.

Seattle    It is all true

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Cardiff    I work in mental health which is pretty stressful sometimes so my outpourings are my release. Please note that all works posted by me are …

20/Non-binary/wonderland    *+* things aren't going anywhere

Fenstad, Norway.    Norwegian. Construction worker at daytime. Poet, musician and artist at night. All poems are the original works and property of © S.G. Holter, unless otherwise …

My words may not always be eloquent, but they are true. Writing to purge my soul rather than to please another is cathartic. Enjoy my …

Blinded by the heavy rain

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 …

where East meets West    Feeling Playing Recycling myself Writing as a way of being together