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Gitu LM
19/F/India    I'm a student at Central University of TN.
17/F/Uk    17 year old poet, all words are my own. Using the power of writing to connect and inspire
19/F    It’s fun:)
The X-Rhymes
50/M    Too likeable to be liked. Too common to comment. Too rhymed to resonate. Too metered to matter. Too English to care.
Theplishk
Genderqueer/canada   
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F/MA    Bird in flight
Cherries Miedema
31/F/Gouda(NL)    From the Netherlands. Born on 12-02-92. Grown a lot from my time on this earth. A passionate fighter, sensitive and in survival mode. Wanting to ...
j a connor
It's a strange life or so it seems, they have their plans you have your dreams www.ja-connor.com
Bella Isaacs
22/F/Oxford/Paris    "Champagne to my real friends, real pain to my sham friends" - Irish saying. In two words: Enfant TERRIBLE.
Caosín
14/M/UK    A pure feeling- I'm scared to control it.
61/M/USA, RI    Just trying to make people smile in four lines. Have a blog called Rhymesomereason.com. Most poems on blog are not on this site. Have a ...
F/East Coast    My poetry is copywritten and not to be used unless I give consent. Media Literacy Specialist. Poet and Writer Beautiful Heart will be available at ...
POSSIBLE
Neither/My darling, I'm here.    **Oneirogen*:An oneirogen, from the Greek ὄνειρος óneiros meaning "dream" and gen "to create", is that which produces or enhances dream-like states of consciousness D̘̫͎̭̣͔̑̚͝ó̝̻̩̆̒̄ ͩͭ̄҉̮ ...
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 ...
Ken Pepiton
75/M/Pine Valley CA    All at once all my 502'd drafts passed second chance, so long form dropped all at once, as soon as each is read once, this ...
tranquil
New Delhi, India    every breeze touching the face of sand is filled with longing and satisfaction extracted from tumultuous sea and from sunburnt repose of tranquil souls © ...
My Dear Poet
M/Bottom of the Jar    It’s late I must sleep but my soul speaks “Just one more rhyme” and so I rest now because of this line www.instagram.com/my_dear_poet www.tiktok.com/@my_dear_poet
Charles Leonard
65/M/Houston    Older man in a sprawling American city writing unremarkable poems for not yet nearly a lifetime.
Chloe
22/F/England    I hope you like my poems :)
21/F/India    As lost as Alice As mad as the Hatter..
Previously published- not for awhile though- looking to keep at it, make the reader feel something and make myself better with each post submitted.
Billie Marie
46/F/Chicago    All of life is a poem and we are her syllabic truths.
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