Welcome to my world of poetry. My writings are a simple way to express my thoughts and ideas, which emanates from the journey of life. ...

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.

32/M/Mysidia    Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see? If you want to find out what's behind these cold ...

23/F    I took a creative writting class in high school where I wrote and nervously shared poetry I graduated began writting it in my notes on ...

Minneapolis, MN    “Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic ...

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24/F/The Land of Lost Souls    Writing poetry is my release. I pour my soul into every word I write, my breath into every sentence. Every emotion of myself hidden inside ...

18/F/Pennsylvania    Contemporary, modern poems for our world, right now.

28/F/smalltown, Ohio    “She was told, of course, not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I ...

Stanford, Kentucky    My writing has always been my personal way of waging war on the darkness that threatens to steal my hope and my dreams so as ...

Hi, I'm fairly new to writing poems. I've only ever written them in school but my friend convinced me to come on here, so here ...

NY    A heart of gold My thoughts so deep and complex a vibe master words that tore my heart apart A lost coconut looking for his ...

20/M/Manila    read slowly

F/Planet Earth    Writing is my outlet. My Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/diaryojane

F/Chicago   

F    All the poems I write, will reflect real love and real loss. My hearts deepest reflection will be scattered in the words I leave behind. ...

22/M    "To you who made me see things I could never see alone."

20/F/Cornwall    The simple things in life are all I need.

Toronto    Avid knowledge seeker; Lover of all forms of expression. And cheesecake. *ALL POEMS ARE MINE, COPYRIGHTED AND ARE NOT TO BE USED WITHOUT MY CONSENT*

"How did I know that someday—at college, in Europe, somewhere, anywhere—the bell jar, with its stifling distortions, wouldn’t descend again?"

29/F/Brooklyn    Poetic soul

Amsterdam    My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a ...