Oklahoma    "Sometimes lies were more dependable than the truth." ~ Ender's Game I love to talk, but I also have good listening ears. If you ever …

I write to breathe a little easier. http://www.j-onqu-il.tumblr.com/

The Land Of Flowing Hair    J.L. Cantore: Poet. Author of the minor epic poem Dristig Trekk, Poems Of Expression and The Art Of J. Lawrence Cantore

England    1913 Germany was an absolute SCENE y'all

United Kingdom   

Kathmandu, Nepal    DAY DREAMER I do have a blog. Check it out -------------www.medhinakhanal.blogspot.com

United States    though it all, my weak moments have created my strongest yet. my youtube channel, i'm starting to record some of my poems. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCdnmLbp6M_ZdjVYOTIPBQ_A

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 …

Clane Co.Kildare Ireland   

Age 76 Cape Town See: http://DietExperiments.yolasite.com http://SpiritualViews.proboards.com http://lajerpix.blogspot.com http://gurth.weebly.com http://sites.google.com/site/AstrologyArticles http://sites.google.com/site/AstrologyofRelationships etc

30/M/Kampala-Uganda    A fallen Leaf in Autumn, a golden Tulip in Spring. ALL POEMS ©

San Antonio Texas    My poetry is like the wind, it changes directions constantly. I have learned so very much over the past several years which has broadened my …

London    I modestly refer to myself as "Poetess to the Stars". Others have called me a smutty slag and a ponce. Some people have suggested I …

If I told you my story

36/F/Illinois    introvert ● moon gazer ● writer

25/Genderqueer/USA    Mother and work in progress

New York    I am who I am that warm and cuddly a lover of poetry and one lovely lady. that me Dark@Beautiful Perhaps some of my poems …

122/Non-binary/Death's Door    Truly just writing for myself, whether it's a messy (or not-so-messy) poem or just a "diary" entry. This is where I come to release my …

Ireland    "My friend you would not tell with such high zest,to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old lie; dulce et decorum est pro patria …

Between Midnight and 3am    Sea salt and tentacle love letters scatter into my aromatic wind like snowfall in the Arctic. Prevalent. Soft, sweet layers of flowery smoke linger in …

23/F/Canada    poetess /// I think this has become more of a diary /// broodings of a 20something yo