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 …
24/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.
29/F/smalltown
“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 …