17/F/Virginia    I'm a small girl in a big world, with a heart in a different galaxy. If you ever need anything, dont be afraid to message …

F/Dislocated    sometimes I arrange words

25/F/Callisto    everything is merely an attempt

55/M/Turkey    Hello from Turkey, I'm a poem lover.. But my English is not enough for write.

Ireland   

24/F/USA    I am the happiest person you will ever meet. I am the saddest person you will ever know.

22/F/Kentucky    Lost in nowhere….. Hopefully there somewhere soon

21/Trans Male/Beyond the stars    (he/him/his) I begin to write again

22/F    // loving, listening, learning, and writing it all down //

Anchorage    If a person isn't endowed with riches, beauty and such it's best that person stretch what he does have

19/M/Thohoyandou    Creative Into poetry and music

24/F/Under a Willow Tree    The works found on this page are my own works unless they are found in a collection, or are stated as such. Comments welcome, plagiarizers …

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

24/M    I couldn’t find what I was looking for in humans, but I found it in between the lines IG devante_393

Planet Earth    Philo-poetic fable of love. Its our journey into self-discovery about true meaning of love. Poems of LOVE for Z Facebook: melancholy.innocence Twitter: melanofinnocent Instagram: melanofinnocent

13/F/Baxter MN    poetry tells the world about me not the humans

25/F/CA    Follow me as I delve into the dusty corners of my mind to access some semblance of beauty.

On Oblivions Doorstep    I am that which was once many stars but faded reborn under a different name Darkness is my tether enjoy my many shades.. Once the …

USA    Tulip Chowdhury resides in Massachusetts, USA. Books from her are: Red, Blue, Purple / Stars in the Sky / Reaching Beyond Words / Rain Drops …

Boston   

London, England    Books. Writing. Art. Poetry. Wattpad: liisbelle

My Dear Wordvango: Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: - you are my sun, my moon and all my stars ~ e.e. …

how oft in life do we presume, take for granted grants so extra-ordinary that we forget to remember the extra and see only the ordinary. …