India   

20/F/Kathmandu    I'm an innocent child inside a grown-up body. I love poems , it reveals you, the real you.

20/F/Missouri    I hope you can find the solace in these words that they have given me

47/F/Canada    "Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill." -Buddha

Washington    Retired military + 10 years civilian government work. Newest challenge will be to learn how to take decent photographs.

When I dare to be powerful, to use my strength in the service of my vision, then it becomes less and less important whether I …

I’m a Bengali in sombrero An Indian from Kolkata I live at a stone’s throw From where flows the Ganga.

F/Pakistan    <3

Fenstad, Norway.    Norwegian. Construction worker at daytime. Poet, musician and artist at night. All poems are the original works and property of © S.G. Holter, unless otherwise …

Only art can save us.

In my heart.    My name is Margot Dylan, and I'm slowly dying.

My books of poetry include Sanskrit of the Body, which won in the National Poetry Series and was published by Penguin, and Ants Dissolve in …

26/M/Father, Husband, Writer    Wear a mask.

The back of your mind    c'est la vie

24/F/Everywhere    tiny dots on an endless timeline

23/California    i write to get better. to understand, experience, and tell a story.

40/M/NC    Hello, hello. I mostly write about hepo, though I've added a few of mine below too. I like direct messages, and aim to respond to …

wide wild wyoming.    earthling, for now. wyomingite to the core. student of life, and what it means. what follows, is a collection of the pretty things i say …

Utah    Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid. - FD

Student, teacher, reader, learner, writer, list-maker, internet dweller, profundity faker, tomfooler, word enthusiast.

Kathmandu    Royale, with chivalry engraved in every cell of the body.

M/nyc    A poetpourri history of a journey from naissance to humility, in between, the white (s)pacing of poems decorating a life...to read me is to perhaps, …