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18/F/Across the sea    Psalm 46:1
Agender/USA    poet... not really. author... not really. something in between... yeah, probably. all my poems are creative commons BY-NC 4.0.
M/North Western Oregon    World traveler, Yarn Spinner, Published writer, Front porch philosopher, back porch dreamer. Gentleman Farmer, Devoted Father and Grandfather. Lover of Nature. Proud to have been …
I just recently found poetry for myself and want to share some of my work (:
Cassian
17/Transmasculine/Nowhere    A system of chaotic queers writing from the sickness in our head and the emptiness in our hearts <3
rick
41/M/Couch to couch USA    I’m still here.
K
K
It is the obvious equation and the ultimate secret: the deeper and longer I give attention to my ambitions and passions, the more motivation I …
Germaine
F/Canada    "There is a light, I feel it in me/ But only, it seems, when the dark surrounds me" Mitski
18/F    An 18 year old wanna be poet wishes to have her words heard and felt .Poetry gives her a sense of individuality and purpose that …
Jeremy Betts
42/M/Washington State   
Jme Love
44/F/Cloud9    I think. I feel. I write. Sometimes i share sometimes i dont. Im no different than anyone else. Just trying to make it in a …
Simran Guwalani
25/F/India   
Maria Mitea
If I do not strive who will?!
31/F/the moon    © all poetry is mine ☾
zee
zee
20/F/India    poetry with a dash of prose. | exploring, experiencing and reminiscing
irinia
where East meets West    Feeling Playing Recycling myself Writing as a way of being together
My poems are about real life experiences
You've Been Timetabled
The Exclusion Zone    Reposts of great work from HP writers, so they can be spotlighted and not lost. Inspired by ScriptedReposts. And dedicated to all the reposters on …
My Dear Poet
M/Bottom of the Jar    It’s late I must sleep but my soul speaks “Just one more rhyme” and so I rest now because of this line www.instagram.com/my_dear_poet www.tiktok.com/@my_dear_poet
Landon Keys
32/M/OK    Words and musings of a terrible poet.
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