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Lizzie
20/F/Somewhere at Sea   
Lady Ace
NuBlaccSoul
24/M/South Africa    Writer | This is ancestral, past-life reading; this is meditation & prayer; this is future telling. always becoming. The undying soul in a decaying case. …
isabelle cazalet-smith
Gillinhgam    16 year old girl whos life is crashing down before her and is using all the emotion she can find to put into a poem …
euphoria
a heartbeat away    stellar spirits are housed in imperfect bodies but that doesn't make them any less spiritual
Chelsea Patton
USA (PA)    Hey guys I'm 18 and I'm senior in high school. I hope you guys like my poems. I am a Christian. Taken :) If you …
Musfiq us shaleheen
47/M/Dhaka, Bangladesh    Love is for yours Love is for mine And we are for each other. @ Musfiq us shaleheen I have bided you, in the center …
Anno
USA   
emma louise
The Foothills, CA    I write about myself. I like semicolons.
Alexia
good ol' pa    poetry is saving me from myself every single day.
Ayaba Babe
Fort Lauderdale    Angel | Àse | Flower Child. Vermont. Boston. South Florida. PHENOMENAL... just like Miss Angelou, HONEY consistency... just like Oshun.
Zigmaz F
Poetry, #1 hobby, next to being outdoors in nature. Such inspiration, such magick, and such divine revelations in poetry. It keeps me going, keeps me …
Rebecca Lynn
Kentucky   
spysgrandson
Yes, I am the grandson of a spy--being perilously curious is part of my DNA.
Paul Butters
UK    I love creative writing, especially poetry. "O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fall Frightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed." GM Hopkins. Perfection is Relative.
Sophia
raingirlpoet
21/Non-binary/another world   
Rachel Johnson
Ramblings of an old teenager & a young adult.
Kim E Williams
North Carolina    Author, poet, husband, father, grandfather, former pastor, misfit, recovering person and serial dog owner – Who we are begins with what we believe and what …
terra b
this is a song about me
Haydn Swan
Purgatory    Come take a walk, join me in my moonlit charade, shadows play, darkness sings, the curtain opens and the act begins ...
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