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 …
“these words are my own, their conjunction is a junction to you, and a holy constitution for me.” W.S. “Dance me through the curtains that …
one of the Dakotas
“So come, my friends, be not afraid. We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear. Tho’ …
22/F
Texas for sure, a girl, a woman, a mystery, a buzzard and an eagle
where we are
little could I imagine then that poetry would pick me at all, especially to write of words in dialects I don’t speak, but imaging their …
San Fransisco
F/tropical island
Splashes of expression to bring the depth of this moment into life. All copyrighted poems Shamamama
56/M/Clear Lake
American writer and poet. I have a YouTube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/@ThomasWCase Here is a link to my website. www.thomaswcase.com My books …
21/M
Poet of dark and lover of light. // Insta: @theguywiththenotepad
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 …
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 …
36/M/from ‘round, outback
right here waiting for you
M/Ant-hard-ica
she inquires why I write so many poems, easy comes reply: It gives me a fantastic living, it makes and gives, each poem, a calculation, …
M/nyc
A poetpourri history of a journey from naissance to humility, in between, the white (s)pacing of poems decorating a life...to read me is to perhaps, …
New Caledonia
write less, write better, learn from you...
tween the heart and NYC
only love poems and other complaints; “teach me where the apostrophe goes, the comma and why the question mark is curved and dotted like my …
F/Land of Queens!
I am exactly what you want to believe I am, not...(the goth or the ick in Gothic). My poetry only emerges when yours is sleeping. …