Istanbul
Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. ― Mark Twain
Fenstad, Norway.
Norwegian. Construction worker at daytime. Poet, musician and artist at night. All poems are the original works and property of © S.G. Holter, unless otherwise …
sort of an emotional blob of lines
The back of your mind
c'est la vie
47/M/Dhaka, Bangladesh
Love is for yours Love is for mine And we are for each other. @ Musfiq us shaleheen I have bided you, in the center …
Uk
universal
Cinematographer, Photographer and Writer
M/mumbai; India
Am just here to endure the writings and to enjoy the richness of it ....
A writer and an artist. A musician as well. In need of a Savior, I was just a shell. I was a heavy drinker. Alcoholic, …
You can see all of my work at beejspoetrycorner.blogspot.com
Canada
Been writing for about three years. I write a lot of emotion real life situations. I love writing and the challenges to improve. I was …
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Wield them proud for they are your own. Words are yours to cast in stone. Unsheathe them with reason and rhyme. Reveal them so they …
38/M/San Anto, Tejas
Fuk it. Get busy living, or get busy dying. Fucken A right.
It All
73/M/Melbourne, Victoria, Aust
Please read my biography which can be found elsewhere on the net with your browser by typing: Poetry by George Krokos.
Minnesota ( A Small Pop?)
All poems original Copyright of Ann M Johnson, unless otherwise noted 2013-2021. I love writing and reading poetry I also enjoying singing. I also appreciate …
His Street.
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F/Pakistan
<3
A girl who is learning that only changes that never change..
Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.
Copyright - 2015 / 2016 / 2017 / 2018 / 2020 by Randolph L Wilson *All Rights Reserved
Chasing the Moon
Lycan is my pseudonym. He's someone I aspire to be. "Fate had its last cry two minutes till midnight."
24/M
I couldn’t find what I was looking for in humans, but I found it in between the lines IG devante_393
“i write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still”
25/F/🌊
Poems n' shit