19/F/Uk    Hello :)

F/Seattle    Poetry and prose have saved my life many times

44/F/Cloud9    I think. I feel. I write. Sometimes i share sometimes i dont. Im no different than anyone else. Just trying to make it in a …

F    When you live to write in your dreams and your wakeful state becomes a writemare

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:)

54/M    Too likeable to be liked. Too common to comment. Too rhymed to resonate. Too metered to matter. Too English to care.

Genderqueer/canada   

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F/MA    Bird in flight

32/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 …

It's a strange life or so it seems, they have their plans you have your dreams www.ja-connor.com

22/F/Oxford/Edinburgh    "Champagne to my real friends, real pain to my sham friends" - Irish saying. In two words: Enfant TERRIBLE.

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 written permission. Beautiful Heart is available on Amazon. com and Barnes and Noble.com. …

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 …

76/M/Pine Valley CA    This is an artform from the future, LONGFORM, it becomes a novel of near Proustian scope, it can be read six ways, at least, sort …

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 © …

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

65/M/Houston    Older man in a sprawling American city writing unremarkable poems for not yet nearly a lifetime.

22/F/England    I hope you like my poems :)