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Poet inspiring

Indianapolis Poet, Karen Pope!

dedicated to the poets

Wouldn't you know it I'm a Poet

Portrait of a famous Venezuelan Writer saying one of her poems

For my fellow Hungarians! Zoltán Latinovits tribute.

Girls Be Poetic And Dirty - poet

Inspired from Jim Jarmush's Dead Man movie. Hope you like it :)

Classy and luxurious design to show off your TTPD vibes!

An illustration on the writer and poet Edgar Allan Poe.

Inspired by her new era TTPD, create a look to celebrate the highly anticipated release of the TS album. Show off your chic book queen vibes.

Nice tee for the dirty old man fans

you don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows

United Beat Poets Local 159

roll up, roll up

For every tortured poet. Or swiftie lover.

This design is perfect for lovers of literature.

Hope you like it!

Silhouette illustration of the writer Bukowski.

A direct quote from Cocktail. When in need of an emergency, ask the cheesy bartender.

Tom Waits

'I've written some poetry I don't understand myself' - Carl Sandburg- Designed by laimutyy

They're poets. They're dead. They have a society in the afterlife. True story... probably.

'I've written some poetry I don't understand myself' - Carl Sandburg- Designed by laimutyy

Gil Scott Heron

An American poet, social activist, novelist, playwright, and columnist from Joplin, Missouri.

An American novelist, playwright, essayist, poet, and activist.

Poet Session

BIG TIME

This motif is the ideal gift idea for authors and writers. A design for anyone who loves writing, novels and literature. For storytellers and creative poets.

Federico Garcia Lorca - Spanish Poet - Poetry Teacher

I have rarely identified with and found comfort in the writings of a person in the way I do with the work of Mary Oliver. She reminds me not just to ground myself in my body, but also in the world. To look around and notice my environment and my relationship with the other creatures in that same environment. She connects me with a younger version of myself. The version who would wander through the woods, joyfully get lost, search out all the interesting and strange dried out plants each autumn with the hopes of making some kind of strange, sculptural masterpiece. The version who sat in a field, holding onto a notebook, trying to write down all the things she noticed around her. The small spider jumping in the grass. The birds swarming ...

poetry slam