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nova
16/M/India    I write emotions the stars forgot to whisper—poetry stitched in stardust, silence, and soul.
Mike Hauser
Sunny Florida    I'm a poet and I know it, I make a rhyme.... I make a rhyme................ CRAP!!!
Melancholy of Innocence
Planet Earth    Philo-poetic fable of love. Its our journey into self-discovery about true meaning of love. Poems of LOVE for Z Facebook: melancholy.innocence Twitter: melanofinnocent Instagram: melanofinnocent
Peter Gerstenmaier
31/M/Kharkiv    Not much of a poet...
68/M/United States    I've been writing poetry since high school days. Any subject is fair game and my emotions are my driving force. I get inspiration form any …
Lostling
Visiting my grave    It hurts. Why does it hurt?
Damocles
39/M/USA    I'm Dom, an artist and photographer who finds therapy in writing. My music taste is eclectic, but metal is my jam. I'm into horror, vampirism, …
48/M/India    Writer, A passionate poet and an inventor
Kali
F/Living life as it comes    It's not what you see that Matters in life. My question is: have you learned enough To be corrected from the very thing that holds …
24/F/Kenya    When sadness speaks...
ADoolE
25/M   
Meli
13/F    I'm a strong Christian and I love Jesus!!!!!!! God bless whoever is reading this! GOD BLESS YOU!!!!!! (if you need me to pray for you, …
Limes Carma
between memory and pages    is the only place everything still makes sense
OnLithium
24/M/Somewhere    Copyright Austin Meehan 2018-2025 ©️ All rights reserved. This website and its content are protected by copyright law. Unauthorized reproduction or distribution is prohibited. For …
Jay Jelly
48/M/NC    I’M A POET… LOVER OF ALL THINGS MUSIC!!! I WRITE WHAT’S ON MY MIND… I GUESS I THINK AND FEEL TO MUCH AT TIMES… 🙏✍️🎧
Charmour
14/F/India    Lost in words I never got to say....
Rastislav
M/world    i’m the static between stations. the page before the first word. a lost label from a dream-map folded into someone else’s pocket. sometimes, i write …

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