15/F    Writing is an important part of my life and it helps me express myself. Here is a link for more of my poems. http://my.w.tt/UiNb/6WjqmutDBC

26/F/Valencia/Spain    My biography is like poetry.

BetweenTheBrokenWords...    ~~~Writer, Editor, Fighter, Lover, Adventurer, Singer, Artist, Lyricist, Friend~~~ (Inbox always open for support, feedback, collab ideas, etc- Don't be a stranger) ALL POEMS ARE …

Virginia    "I'd rather die of passion than of boredom." quote by Vincent van Gogh .... Words are my world... poetry my universe... I reach for Infinity.

27/Aotearoa    We must not forget to sing in the lifeboats. Filled with the sounds of the ocean and also full of shit. How can you learn …

20/F/canada    Constantly devastated by the things happening around me. Constantly falling in love with the unknown. Constantly looking for the words to describe this mass of …

39/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 …

Tennessee    I was born in Middlesboro Kentucky in 1971. I've lived in Tennessee for most of my life. My hobbies are writing song lyrics/poetry and drawing. …

Dublin, Ireland    I write verse on everyday life situations. I have had a number of poems published in local magazines.

Los Angeles   

An island preferably    I write poetry on Yesterdays Fixed facts, hollow natures And other days.

20/F/somewhere only we know    "The measure of intelligence is the ability to change." --Einstein

East of Georgia Avenue   

F/queens, ny    a most rudimentary philosopher-poet

19/Non-binary    i like chocolate chip cookies and stargazing they/them

20/F/New York    Poet.ry|

F/Laughlin, Nevada    Wrote my first lines at age 10. Never stopped. I write because I can't not write. Every word is ©, protected by barbed wire, quicksand …

Hagerstown Md    I live because Christ strengthen me. I want to be healed and I want everyone on here to be healed too.

28/M/india    Instagram community: @writeweird https://writeweirdblog.wordpress.com

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

I see I feel I think I write And do it all over again