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Em MacKenzie
Left Foot Poet
To walk on the left, you must know right. ~~—————————————— “Poetry - but what is poetry. Many shaky answers have been given to this question. …
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Yashkrit Ray
16/M Writing from the quiet corners of the mind. New to poetry. Always observing.
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SinkingStonesInShallows
35/F/U.S.A Loneliness is one illness. These are pre-written poems written over the past decade or so.
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The Words of My Heart
Is there a difference between breathing and dying?
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Coleen Mzarriz
deeply weaved in a foreign house lost in the deep woods of the forest of her mind
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Dency
24/F/Kenya When sadness speaks...
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Jack
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abyss
25/F somewhere between a crumbling house and a forgotten god. i write when it hurts too much to speak. raised by silence, fed on ghosts. currently …
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The last Poet
28/F/Wales Read if you like
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bleedingink
14/Gender Fluid/everywhere and nowhere My mind is a very dark place and I use writing as a release.
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badwords
Just an idiot who writes bad words and denies the 'edit' button. © All Rights Reserved ©
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Tommy Smith
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evangeline
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hsn
14/beatopia #1 mitshit
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Vianne Lior
17/F Stuck between reality and reverie
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Maryann I
18/F Hope is like a bird that quietly stays within us, singing endlessly, even when we can’t hear its song.
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Mary
18/F at the edge of the dream, reality can be altered.
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Mahatma M Sangacala
23/M/Philippines (n.) a place into which you can disappear; a hiding place
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Clay Micallef
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Stephanie Liquori
46/F/United States Life's little inspiration, poems of my contemplation.
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poormansdreams
34/M/Nottingham Flipping dithyrambic coins, that once rested, on a poor man's eyes. And, as the windows to his soul closed, for the final time, he finally …
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