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poetessa diabolica
Poetry is much more than ink's indulgence, it's a memorialized rebirth in shared experiences, coming to terms and celebrating verily before our eyes.
Kelley A Vinal
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Pradip Chattopadhyay
I’m a Bengali in sombrero An Indian from Kolkata I live at a stone’s throw From where flows the Ganga.
Don Bouchard
64/M/Minnesota    Married 43 years (& counting) to the one love of my life
Joshua Haines
26/M/Father, Husband, Writer    Wear a mask.
Marshal Gebbie
79/M/"Foxglove",Taranaki, NZ    Australian native who has adopted New Zealanders..Wonderful people ! Wonderful country! Have been writing everyday poetry for everyday people for over 60 years. Love Janet ...
PrttyBrd
My words may not always be eloquent, but they are true. Writing to purge my soul rather than to please another is cathartic. Enjoy my ...
st64
flaming arrow    “The only man who never makes mistakes is the man who never does anything.” ― Roosevelt / If you could time-travel to a moment in ...
Nichole777
I have begun to resurrect my buried passion of writing poetry. So in less words you could consider me a struggling poet :) Looking to ...
Tommy
22/F/UK    need someone to teach me poetry tbh
I'm not an expert in the field, just playing around with words and feelings that have overcome me. I have loved poetry for decades, began ...
John Fiebelkorn
Ace Rock Martinez
Florida   
Lucanna
Writing is freedom from the demands of this world.
Here goes
Elizabeth Squires
All poems original Copyright of Elizabeth Squires.
Montana
Florida    I make do.
r h e a
The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this ...
Tearani C
My purpose is to discover one. I am a writer a sister, soul searcher , shadow chaser. I am A composition of scars and broken ...
HF Longton BS
Northwest    Born in a sleeping bag in Wyoming, grew up in Monterey CA, moved to the Pacific Northwest to live among the trees and raise my ...

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