I really have no name    "Through a foggy window in the rain ― When you thought no one was watching ― Going through your memories like so many prisons to …

A poem is like a tickle, it gives both joy and pain: with blissful tears and tearful giggles, you'll read that poem again. A poem …

F/I'M ILLUSIVELY"HERE"    Thousands of words; never enough to say or express. Stuck inside me, mute; yet expressionistic... Shy; yet bold; exotic & ordinary , mesmerizing, a beautiful …

Bay City, MI    Follower of Jesus. Married to Brittny. Poet. Songwriter. Twitter: @FreeHaikus & @Abauer1994

F/Where the roses wilt    ,,Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again,,

I am from a small town in Alabama. I use to keep a journal several years ago and quit writing altogether when I got too …

barbados    I am K-mari Myself inspired me the most I love writing my own songs and poems All poems u see are original by K-mari ©.

53/F/India    I love to write. Haven’t written much in the last two years. Hope to start again some time.

A writer and an artist. A musician as well. In need of a Savior, I was just a shell. I was a heavy drinker. Alcoholic, …

122/M/texas    "we put it all into a poem, to tell the universe who we were, and why we were here, and what we said and did …

Lewisville, Texas    To begin. I'm the one with the white shirt, and my sunglasses hanging on my chest..I was born in Brooklyn, NY. Moved to California at …

with(out) Wolf    That first "Hello" was a reunion. The final "Goodbye" - - an impossibility. (Cover photo by Winnie Carolina)

united states    A proud African American male simply called an American. Who interested in church and the vision of God? And admire the illustrations, of Neal Adams …

The Burgh    “Every word is like an unnecessary stain on silence” SB

29/F/Jakarta    a creature of habit; a daydreamer set to reach for the stars

27/F/Los Angeles, CA    Just here breathing and quickly fleeting.

B'tween pen & paper    I am not a great writer, you just like to read bad poetry -

stuck in the tide/one wave at a time

All poems original Copyright of Elizabeth Squires.

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

Pacific NW    poetry... it's in my blood; and when impassioned most, i bleed... easily! mostly i write to and of, they who offer this heart safe harbor. …