Atlanta    The shadows are my home, In an abandoned shed I freeze As I rock back and forth thinking to myself Writing down ever letter that …

Rome, Ga with DaSH    Message me anytime to chat or collab :) ~27~MADLY IN LOVE WITH DASH ❤❤❤❤ mother~writer~reader~lover~fighter~dreamer~15 years experience~grammar nazi~hilarious~silly~modest~sarcastic~POET ~caring~speed reader~excessive follower~Johnny Depp Fan~long hair~tall~bbw~artist~aspiring photographer~smoker~loyal~honest …

poetic ambedo    sculpting words to fill empty spaces.

IUP    Not much to say, I'm a guy of few words, but many thoughts. I only post WIPs on here

My love inspired me to write. easylake-oven.tumblr.com

Northern Rivers NSW Aust    Father of 6 (now all adults) Husband to the most beautiful person I know. Lover of poetry that expands thinking, opens the heart and contributes …

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Indonesia    Thoughts that cannot be spoken are my weapon.

I have been writing since early childhood. I enjoy the outlet that poetry allows and have been writing poetry since high-school. I spent four years …

Shrinking violet immersed in her little world of indie films, old movies, foreign books, paintings and poems. Budding molecular biologist.

20/F/bos - ccs    i speak in sighs and then wonder why no one understands ig: @mfgm tw: @nxivest www.moonlithum.tumblr.com

We accept the love we think we deserve - Stephen Chbosky

world of my own   

Brighton, England    Loopy lady loves to muse and converse with others, writes amateur odes from time to time. I love flowers, my kids, making things, my job …

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20/F    I am constantly changing and ripping myself apart.

“He had long since discovered that peaceful sleep could provide the answer to most puzzles, and if not, what did it really matter? Wasn’t life …

21/Non-binary/Oregon   

F    //i post sporadically at best

Hey, I'm Taylor. 18. Life is a war, and I don't really care about winning anymore. Please don't steal my work, it's all I've got. …

Ottawa    Ross lives in Ottawa - Canada's capital - writing, walking, thinking. There are too few poets in the world. Pull up a chair, and read …