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 …

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 …

This is my collection of expression...an introspective journey into the essence of evolving... All poems by NuurSeraph, previously known as Venusoul7, are protected under Copyright …

33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ    A poet donning the hat of a Gazetted Assistant Audit Officer. Ex-SBI Probationary Officer '22. I self-publish on KDP. Published 10 different books and sequels …

23/F/MN    Even when the sun sets, I will burn bright. Buy my book: http://thebp.site/147525

United Kingdom    "Don't cover my eyes for my fears are trapped beneath my eyelids.. And for each fallen eyelash is a wish for greater freedom." © Sia …

Horsham Sussex    Old and retired I'm not a poet but a simple dreamer who only dreams of being a poet The new photo is of my new …

NC    Life provides the contours, poets provide the shading and color ~ r All rights reserved.

Louisiana    I have no idea what I'm doing with my life, and I'm trying to learn to be okay with that.

Texas    Father, follower of Jesus Christ, and a sinner saved by grace through faith. Retired, sort of, seeing my daughter through school and ministering to men. …

If I haven't posted in a while don't think of me as gone. I remain here waiting for my inspiration to hit me in the …

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San Antonio Texas    My poetry is like the wind, it changes directions constantly. I have learned so very much over the past several years which has broadened my …

F/Wales    I want to thank hellopoetry.com and it's wondrous submitting poets, for giving me the confidence to write. Thank you all! X All poems posted here …

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The Wanderer has found a home.

Dorset    Ex surfer, ex lover, ex scholar widower, father. Jesus doesn't love me, no one ever carried my load I'm too young to feel this old.

F/east coast australia    (*please note all of the work i post here is the intellectual property of betterdays and affilliated names and is covered by copywright law.)

Viseu, Portugal    Living in Portugal, non-native English speaker, poetry amateur

22/F/Spent Out    The door is open, stand and knock, you hold the key, not all is lost.

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35/F/Virginia    I walked into the light, only to find it was darker than my nightmares. I found the golden city; it had been black all along.