India    I am a thirsty poem longing for words

22/F/United States    You won't find another brutally honest poet like me.

utah    I realized I am You When The fabric Of my soul Unraveled ©2016 Jane Taylor ❤︎janey's poetry copyright © janetaylor all rights reserved❤︎

16/F/KSA    "I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong."- Funeral Blues, W.H. Auden.

22/Canada    I am the messenger of the silenced.

gandhinagar    I AM JIMMY FROM INDIA ,VERY CALM AND COOL IN NATURE. MY INTEREST IS IN WRITING POEMS. MY ONE POEM " VIOLENCE IN GUJARAT" WAS …

Tennessee   

21/F    Let go of the darkness and the light appears

London, UK    I'm not a poet. I'm barely a human being.

Sacramento, CA. USA    Born, Lived, Dreamed Won, Lost, Gave Drove, Flew, Road MO, All Over, Still Love, Love, Love Truck, Kite, Bike “To laugh often and much; To …

As Clear As Mud In Bits And Pieces Governments Deny Press Releases Purple Heart Based Morphine Dreams Tear Drops In Claret Streams.

M/Virginia    38| Gemini | Father of one Beautiful Girl "Yesterday I was clever so I wanted to change the world , today I'm wise so I …

I write, I draw, I paint and make things. am quite patient, hold my tongue, but can't say multi disciplinary. easily

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. …

Windermere UK    Retired Gardener. Been published in many books. But find this site truly amazing. Thank you all..

Carthage, Tunisia    ‘For Bouazzi, Shelley’s rhetoric is “bound up with the human makeup” (11). This toughly elegant formulation articulates the book’s conviction that Shelley’s affirmation and disaffirmation …

India    Finding my way... Or do I enjoy being lost?

Possibly Hogwarts    I am a cynical sarcastic pseudo-teenager who writes cynical and sarcastic poetry. My love is shared between ballet shoes and ink cartridges and I am …

74/M/Birmingham , Alabama    Writing since I was 13

M/United States    "I'm yearning for the glory days of most deft perfection/ My pen moving in motions that defied known direction/ Well-placed words can swallow whole the …