Atlanta    The shadows are my home, In an abandoned shed I freeze As I rock back and forth thinking to myself Writing down ever letter that …

All poems original Copyright of Elizabeth Squires.

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 …

America    I don't write so people can read. I write because that's how I breathe. Poetry is my escape. I pour everything I am into my …

England   

Germany    Sometimes sad, mostly happy. Sometimes quiet, mostly loud. Sometimes like all, always myself. ♥ There's no need to be the sun, if it rains. It's …

Isle of Skye    All poems written by Seán Mac Falls under the pen name ‘Rainey Birthwright.’ All poems by Seán Mac Falls. Copyright © 1998-2020. All rights reserved. …

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I am a writer, of both poetry and fiction, since as long as I can remember. It is simply a part of who I am, …

Here to help; not to judge.

San Antonio Texas    My poetry is like the wind, it changes directions constantly. I have learned so very much over the past several years which has broadened my …

27/F    share some of my work, if you like FOLLOW BACK love ya keep writing rock on Message lot of people who have seen my work …

Life’s too short To drink bad wine Living’s, too sweet To suck on lime Existence too diverse To cry and whine Creation too wonderful Most …

Oklahoma    I'm a nurse who has always loved to write. Some poems may never see the light of day due to them being too personal. I …

Hello fellow poets and artist My name is Keith Edward Baucum. I look forward to reading your poems and art. Literary art is an art …

As Clear As Mud In Bits And Pieces Governments Deny Press Releases Purple Heart Based Morphine Dreams Tear Drops In Claret Streams.

33/F/Marikina, Philippines    I'm an INFP. https://www.facebook.com/lenabitare33/ https://www.lenabitarepoetry.wordpress.com/

29/F/Earth    My work speaks for me

I hate poetry. Poets are selfish. Read "Hands that want to..." first. The order is irrelevant otherwise.

delicate & dangerous. sweetestsecrets.tumblr.com (trigger warning for suicide, self-harm, and eating disorders for anything i post)

My hands shall not tremble, my feet shall not falter Moving on

New Jersey    Writing words that I cannot say..

Maine, USA    My muse will fly again, is beginning to dance, and I will return as writer/reader/responder. I still love the generous HP community. Giving and receiving …

stuck in the tide/one wave at a time