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A Hampton Roads poet in true fashion, as she came upon our shores from distant lands, starting in Ohio. This is the story of how a poet leaves home to find... Home.

This poem is beautiful poem about a jog down a country road written by a professional personal trainer. I have a passion for fitness and enjoy writing poems that can be inspirational for all fitness fanatics, and provide a simple relief of stress, by listening and dreaming of a poem's imagery.

Having developed an impressive reputation for his many novels and non-fiction works, Richard Wagamese now presents a collection of stunning poems ranging over a broad landscape. These are Medicine teachings told from the experience of one who lived and still lives them. He also describes his life on the road when he repeatedly ran away at an early age, and the beatings he received when the authorities tried “to beat the Indian right out of me.” Yet even in the most desperate situations, Wagamese shows us Canada as seen through the eyes and soul of a well-worn traveler.

Welcome to Ben Westwood's collection of 60 true-story poems, Poems from a Runaway. It’s his story of being a teenager in care, and a frequent runaway from the West Midlands (UK)....

A bold, unfiltered debut, The Wild Revolve is Part 1 of the poetry collection entitled: Red Fox Runs. This free sample (Kindle only) of poetry captures the exhilaration, disillusionment, and raw beauty of a young artist’s first years in New York City. In this collection, Joseph Adam Lee writes with the existential depth of Rupi Kaur, the lyrical precision of Ocean Vuong, and the emotional honesty of Leonard Cohen, offering a stark yet deeply intimate portrait of ambition, solitude, and transformation.

A collection of poems inspired by a time of uncertainty, purpose, youth, and question. Hazy future. I'm not sure that I know anymore, just what’s fair, what's right at all. There's a long way to go on this open road, at the mercy of all the world may throw. I'm not sure that I feel anymore. When my home is gone in misty stories, my body is broken by men I don't know. Sometimes I feel like a puppet, in a loser’s show. I'm not sure of what I do anymore, though I've been avoiding it for so long. The reason’s lost, why I go on. Can I build it back, when I keep getting it wrong?