New Mexico    I am of Native American mix. My poems reflect on everyday life and walking the Red Road. Through struggles, through pain,in love and peace,with hope …

37/M/NoWhere    I was once complete... This is not my outlet Nor is this my escape, This is my breathing apparatus.

Tell me where to go, tell me what to do. I'll be right there for you. Tell me what to say, no matter if it's …

24/M/London    i am writing all i fail to say

Wallasey    Proud dad first, shark loving marine conservationist second. Everything else is just a side show. I use poetry and photography as a way of coping …

I'd be lying if I called myself a poet. You'd be lying if you called your self a rabbit. And yeah, that's totally relevant. Content …

Buffalo, NY    All works ©Jacob Christopher unless noted otherwise. Honestly, if you have to steal my words be my fucking guest; I'll just create more and you …

I am here because art is the purest form of expression it is like bearing your naked soul for everyone to see, and i find …

Australia    Greetings, my name is Julie. I am a mostly retired ESL/English, Maths and Science Tutor, former teacher, who is also a caregiver for an elderly …

I let my mind do the writing and my fingers do the art of making words come to life. Poetry is something I love to …

D.C.    Woke

A poem is a naked person - Bob Dylan

Go ahead, reading isn't a crime.

122/M/texas    "we put it all into a poem, to tell the universe who we were, and why we were here, and what we said and did …

utah    I realized I am You When The fabric Of my soul Unraveled ©2016 Jane Taylor ❤︎janey's poetry copyright © janetaylor all rights reserved❤︎

Washington   

Birmingham    In the process of finding myself..

18/Non-binary    "We are eternal, all this pain is an illusion" -Tooo

29/F/Texas    We don't make mistakes, we have happy accidents.

In my head, It's safe    Once again dying slowly.........and all because I let people in.....Thanks for the advice world.....I hope you have a spot in Hell ready for me....Cause I'm …

Possibly a human being

I travel on my Blistered feet, moving forward With graceful purpose

Western Oregon    Ars longa, vita brevis.

Ithaca