To Be King

Flesh has born in body torn,
Epitaphs in sullen grey,
A feast is spread before us,
Table filled with what we say…

Pausal Haiku

Ghostly scribbles the
hand in plagued words of penance…

Just Dust

Your love is like dust now,
Just small remnants that remain,
Scattered thoughts and images,
Floating inside my brain.

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