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Jammie Zaire
Venice    Poetry to live life to it's fullest
Terry Jordan
Boca Raton, FL    "That love is all there is, is all we know of love" Emily Dickenson Currently teach yoga, retired from nursing and teaching career, love reading, …
Kay Ireland
Vermont   
Keith Wilson
Windermere UK    Retired Gardener. Been published in many books. But find this site truly amazing. Thank you all..
Bianca Reyes
27/F/Los Angeles, CA    Just here breathing and quickly fleeting.
mike dm
NY    all poems are property of ....
Bilqis
England    Biomedical Science student, an idealist, searching for the reason God created me. It's both a curse and a blessing to feel everything so intensely, hence …
Cynthia Jean
Michigan, USA    All works are under the copywrited possession of Cynthia Jean, and may not be used, copied, reproduced, or distributed in any manner without the author's …
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I'm a liar
Gidgette
UnReality    Much Love and Beauty to anyone who looks
v i c t o r i a
tx    imperfection is a form of freedom
Rapunzoll
Alyssa Underwood
"The Spirit and the bride say, 'Come!' And let him who hears say, 'Come!' Whoever is thirsty, let him come; and whoever wishes, let him …
Sophie Monigatti Lake
Ohio    "Others may write from the head, but she writes from the heart, and the heart will always understand her." ~Washington Irving
Amber Bowen
Locked away in my mind.    I write until I can write no longer, because with each word I feel a little stronger.
David Alexander Walker
British Columbia    My dear, dear hp friends, I have not been and will not be very often online for quite a while. My family has lost an …
Timothy Ward
22/M/California    Student, 22, surfer, majoring in architecture+creative writing and happen to be gay if you really wanna know! Exploring and creating sacred spaces both physical and …
Lottie
Limbo    Tick. Tock.
Free Bird
28/Buffalo, New York    Instagram: free.bird.poetry
kirk Newman
21/M/Maryland, USA    Only thing worse than death is a regret filled coffin
burning bright
The nights were made for poetry, weren't they?
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