F/Land of Queens!    I am exactly what you want to believe I am, not...(the goth or the ick in Gothic). My poetry only emerges when yours is sleeping. ...

For a so called 'Writer' I have no idea what to write here.

F    easy is never free, poetry writing is cussing hard work curse me if I fail myself, for then I have failed you...

65/M/London England    Lady J collection now published

56/M/Clear Lake    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN63fddvsTI My book, Seedy Town Blues is on Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Seedy-Town-Blues-Thomas-Case-ebook/dp/B0CJLPMC8N?ref_=ast_author_mpb

30/M/🍁✓Lure Pot ✓🍁    MY BooKs [amazon.com/author/lurepot] and I develop websites, design and format Amazon Kindle books

36/F/Texas   

the mole inside the molecule

on a bus near you...    eye am a recording devicespecial filters of my own prejudice. eye live in various bus stops where punctuation of life moments need not be, are ...

36/M/from ‘round, outback    right here waiting for you

“these words are my own, their conjunction is a junction to you, and a holy constitution for me.” W.S. “Dance me through the curtains that ...

22/F    Texas for sure, a girl, a woman, a mystery, a buzzard and an eagle

one of the Dakotas    “So come, my friends, be not afraid. We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear. Tho’ ...

M/Ireland    David P Carroll Poems https://dcarroll304.wixsite.com/mysite All Poetry is copyrighted to David P Carroll under a Dublin and European Union court of law. Was on TV ...

I love the art of poetry. It speaks, when nothing else can. I wanted a platform to share the artwork of others. Let’s keep it ...

“Thank god for my bad memory. I've forgotten some of the stupid things that I've done. I've come to a little wisdom, through a whole ...

36/M/Essex (England)    as attempted in third person biographical form: will not write in third person, an ongoing auto- and first person - salvo!

in the garden of Eden    sundial, of stone and bronze, wasting, weathered green, measurer of time in years; doomed to erode; and YET, the iris comes but for days, yet ...

with the aid of smoke, all clear, and this absurdity, strikes me as normal...

body suspended between the-dark ochre earth tones of night, teal pealing notes of warning of an impending morning, signs aborning, me rising with urgency of ...