The Man I See

There in the mirror, a life defined,
Written in every crevice and line

Sunny, Sunny Day

Sunny, sunny day,
Whispers carry clouds away,
Hope carried on yellow ray,
Amidst a sky bright and blue.

Pine Box

Do not send me off this way,
With tears and woeful cries,
Let me think that my last day,
Will be seen through happy eyes.

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

MasticadoresUsa

Editora: Gabriela Marie Milton / Director j re crivello

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author. Veteran. Patriot. Martial Artist.

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive