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Carlo C Gomez
50/M/The Exclusion Zone    Husband of Mrs. Timetable. Surreal picture by Justin Peters. "Looking up and running round, we're twitching at the slightest sound, things that spent some time ...
history, yourstory    “but now finally surrendered to the Great Resignation of Poetry and not the kind of Wise Experience or the false kisses of Competitive Insight, but ...
Dead Rose One
costa barnacla    particular white cloud formation of the moment at hand, shall stay in place, be the capstone of my summer living vision, become permanent part and ...
Bigender/Inside, U.S.A.    and everywhere else any poet looks up, casting eyes upward, thinking, from whence will come inspiration, my summons to appear, but be prepared to trade ...
CK Baker
Vancouver, BC    ...until you've seen, this trash can dream come true...you stand at the edge, while people run you through...and I thank the Lord, there's people out ...
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24/F   
ScriptedReposts
I love the art of poetry. It speaks, when nothing else can. I wanted a platform to share the artwork of others. Let’s keep it ...
Shubhankar Mathur
25/M/India    You just gotta keep livin’ man, L-I-V-I-N.
Marshal Gebbie
77/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 ...
on your...roof!    “Masks” by Shel Silverstein: She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid, And so did she. They Searched For blue, Their ...
Breon
28/M    A student of endings. Perhaps someday a student of beginnings.
camps
anywhere but here    my book 'anywhere but here' is available now on blurb: https://bit.ly/33dRPdW
21/F/Melancholy Hill    Pen Name: Ezis
storm siren
26/Neither/Hell or High Water    Every part of me Remembers Every part of you. Please, tell me, Do you Remember me, Too?
zahri
what even is poetry?
Safe Spaces 🌙Its ok to just be🌻🐝 help St. Vincent and the Grenadines through its midnight hour. GOFUND.me/90dbdc94
un p'tit je ne sais quoi
Close your eyes. Smile. Slip in a few shards of visions cocooned in a story… I tied moon to eyes with my sun then i ...
clear conscience
why does it matter?    “I've got a guilty heart, and a troubled mind. No matter where I go, you’re never far behind. I'd like to think that you've forgiven ...
in the garden of Eden    sundial, of stone and bronze, wasting, weathered green, measurer of time in years; doomed to erode; and YET, the iris comes but for days, yet ...
sir humbug
ever critical, always of yourself, always first and foremost: "Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And ...
Cronedrome
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