South Africa   

My Gerber Baby    El Ángel De La Muerte Revelations 7:1 After this I saw four angels standing at the four corners of the earth, holding back the four …

United States    I've got rivers in my eyes. And I listen to the Pet Shop Boys too much I sleep with the memory of Sylvia Plath (Ovens …

Rome, Ga with DaSH    Message me anytime to chat or collab :) ~27~MADLY IN LOVE WITH DASH ❤❤❤❤ mother~writer~reader~lover~fighter~dreamer~15 years experience~grammar nazi~hilarious~silly~modest~sarcastic~POET ~caring~speed reader~excessive follower~Johnny Depp Fan~long hair~tall~bbw~artist~aspiring photographer~smoker~loyal~honest …

Old Florida    It goes without saying All Rights Reserved. (Disclaimer: These poems are non-commercial, personal poems to be used for educational or research purposes only. "Fair use" …

50/M/South Jersey   

For a so called 'Writer' I have no idea what to write here.

Burlington Iowa    I'm Desiree I am 13 years old I've been writing poetry scene I was 6 it really specks to me and I hop you to …

England    Walk with me pilgrim/ Together, in the Springtime/ We will write haiku............

Portland, ME    nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Grame Rabbit is a denless, mangy creature that drinks, smokes, hobbles, and slurs his S's around the streets of Boulder, CO. Don't get near him: …

Prefer Not To Say...    Hey, I am xShadows Are Comingx, but you can call me xShadowx. The x's are silent. I follow back. <3 Current age: 14, 9th Grade …

Baroda.    17 and barely making it. The things he said may have left permanent scars. I break hearts for poetry but then don't we all?

27/F/Calabar    Honey ... The girl that fought so hard, bruised her knees,wore a thorn, starve to save just to prove that she's got all it takes …

San Miguel de Allende    I birth dead... then i became a hummingbird.

Sri Lanka    Words fail in describing the human experience. Poets still try on occasion.

Gweru, Zimbabwe    The face of Mary Is my moon tonight As I am intoxicated By the rhythm Of the dance without legs (From the poems of Omah …

I just want to discover the beauty, covert within the tiny cracks and crevices, of every breathing life

Sunny Florida    I'm a poet and I know it, I make a rhyme.... I make a rhyme................ CRAP!!!

Here's to poetry. Here's to anonymity. Here's to all the saps like me.