ma    i love Jesus with all my heart and i write poems about what i feel so they probably make no sense?????? idk sorry

18/Androgynous/Nothing is real    I'm a poet, thats all I've ever been, and thats all that matters to me. I'm trying to find my muse.

VA USA    twitter: @avxlanche YouTube: https://m.youtube.com/channel/UCxfESRg6eIGwdlmGzkRscCQ booking inquiries: tom.leveille86@gmail.com my book "down with the ship" is now availible: http://sanfranciscobaypress.com

TX    i want to be your only friend

59/M    © 2023 mark john junor all of my poems are my exclusive property and all rights are reserved

America    My writing is from the heart. I spend little time planning my poems. A thought pops into my head and I give it freedom. All ...

Non-binary   

Dorset    Ex surfer, ex lover, ex scholar widower, father. Jesus doesn't love me, no one ever carried my load I'm too young to feel this old.

77/F/New York    Oh it's all clear, the poetry is about one's own fucking ego n shit and how one hides from their fucking self and how one ...

nature's first green

just a simple girl who escapes our flawed society through pouring her words on to a crisp, white page.

28/Cisgender Female/United States    "Everyone in the world is my friend."

chicago    Pluviophile // (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days IG - ohcheesus

26/F/Baltimore    void diver

26/F/Toronto    INSTAGRAM: @evilwenchpoems Old soul. New age.

Stockholm    i do poetry and stuff.

17    "I hope my last breath is a sigh of relief"

It's all metaphors. Literally, that's it.

Williams    Work together on things.

Williamsport    Contact email: cizekchristopher@gmail.com. "Come on now, we're going to go build a mirror factory first and put out nothing but mirrors for the next year ...

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 ...

night is dark and full of terrors

London, UK    I love that moment of connection and the lump in your throat when you find a really special poem. And I've read many, many special ...