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

F/Port Charlotte, FL    Love to read, love to learn I don't claim to be a poet, just set down thoughts and feelings Sometimes see life through a dark …

just north of ordinary    Under construction. Dreaming out windows. Want to hear me read it? Please visit: https://soundcloud.com/bexinlondono I have two eBooks on Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/author/rebeccaaskew

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

A Colorado native....born in Durango, living now in Colorado Springs. Retired from Air Force. Interested in non duality relating to spirituality, religion, and modern life.

A writer and an artist. A musician as well. In need of a Savior, I was just a shell. I was a heavy drinker. Alcoholic, …

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 …

F/California    All original work is my own, and copyrighted by Medusa, and A. Wild. unless otherwise credited. Medusa painting by S. Christian, my dear friend irl, …

Cascadia    we who share vestige of our intimate uniqueness, are different — just be you, that is your greatest strength —stay strong ... stay blessed — …

New Caledonia    write less, write better, learn from you...

I fear I'll do some damage one fine day, but I would not be convicted bya jury of my peers Still crazy, Still crazy after …

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

36/F/Texas   

46/F/Arkansas, USA    I love words, they taste like chocolate.

32/M/Elmina    The unseen seen - The seen unseen

Jurassic Park, FL    Remember me through poetry: These words and those I wrote before. Remember not the man, for he's Much less, and certainly no more. "Always the …

on your...roof!    “Masks” by Shel Silverstein: She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They Searched For blue, Their …

where we are    little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their …

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. …

“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 …

why does it matter?    “I've got a guilty heart, and a troubled mind. No matter where I go, you’re never far behind. I'd like to think that you've forgiven …

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