24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …

24/F/New York    Hey, my name's Tiffany Marie Gold, you can call me just about any nickname you want though. I was born during the month of November …

59/M    © 2023 mark john junor all of my poems are my exclusive property and all rights are reserved

Pakistan    Love me, Hate me, But don't play with me....!!

Hull, MA   

I have not used this page in years but I'm back baby - it's funny looking back at your life through poetry

florida    you all can find me on facebook allen rhymeaholic wilbert and please buy my 1st ever book will rhyme for food on amazon barnesandnoble ebay …

Connecticut    Imagination; where stories are born and bred.

Has anyone noticed all these people everywhere? https://www.youtube.com/user/lamelamepoet

31/M/Northamptonshire, England    Reece A.J. Chambers is a 31-year old published writer and poet. All works - © Reece A.J. Chambers http://reeceajchambers.wordpress.com/ https://www.instagram.com/reece.aj.chambers/ https://www.facebook.com/ChambersReeceAJ

Cambridge    facebook.com/timknightpoetry coffeeshoppoems.com

M/nyc    is this a poem, a cri de coeur, a confession - or a poetpourri of history of a journey tween naissance and

IL    I'd rather own little and see the world, than own the world and see little of it. I'm a photographer, food lover, baker, traveler, writer, …

In the future    I am a person who loves poem's and I am glad to share with you. I also love to play video games. —-██—— Put this …

UK    To abandon oneself to principles is really to die - and to die for an impossible love which is the contrary of love.

archaeologist, romantic, erratic, lover of all things beautiful.

37/M/OC    Just Another Poet.

Space, Man    Duck whisperer, old before young, young despite being old, age as a state of mind, State of Mind: unstable. Pie eater lemonade drinker erudite talker …

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 …

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