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Cold Comfort

Ian Fletcher·May 18, 2019

Cold Comfort written by: Ian Fletcher Just consider all you have done and the full life that...

English Poetry

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COMPLAINERS IN TIN CANS

Norberto Franco Cisneros·April 9, 2019

COMPLAINERS IN TIN CANS written by: Norberto Franco Cisneros The discontent that dying brings should not be...

English Poetry

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Angel of Mine

Andrew Scobie·April 4, 2019

Angel of Mine written by: Andrew Scobie One cold Wednesday afternoon I met a friend of mine, Joseph,...

Literature English

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Connect The Dots

Hema Ravi·March 29, 2019

Connect The Dots written by: Hema Ravi Learning is not rocket science Ignorance is bliss, ne’er true for...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Advise To My Daughter

Any1mark·March 26, 2019

Advise To My Daughter written by: Any1mark @any1mark66 Be it ancient or new Choose your flag well...

English Poetry

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Burn

Katy Santiff·March 1, 2019

Burn written by: Katy Santiff Don’t you lay on down because its harder now, because grain, you did...

English Poetry

·1 min read

Florsheim On My Mind

Judge Burdon·February 7, 2019

Florsheim On My Mind written by: Judge Burdon What kind of Psychological observation is that for a...

Literature English

·3 mins read

Love Of A Woman

Pranjal Srivastava·February 1, 2019

Love Of A Woman! written by: Pranjal Srivastava A man will never feel deeply, He will never...

English Poetry

·1 min read

My Mother

Mark Kodama·October 15, 2018

My Mother written by: Mark Kodama Ring. Ring. It’s someone on my cell. It is my mother; I...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Fatherly Advice

Aaron Marchant·July 10, 2018

Fatherly Advice written by: Aaron Marchant It’s all very well, you being kind and giving but kindly...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Clocking In

Dan Leicht·January 4, 2018

Clocking In written by: Dan Leicht @Deeliopunk Resting for the first day in months, without much to...

English Featured Post Poetry

·1 min read

The Naked Owl

Khalid Belkhalfi·October 9, 2017

The Naked Owl written by: Khalid Belkhalfi @K.Belkhalfi.Poet In the wild I heard the owl crying at...

Poetry English

·1 min read

Letter To A Young Friend

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)·November 25, 2016

Letter To A Young Friend written by: Hemmingplay @hemmingplay A new day rises for you, daughter, Pushing...

English Doug Stanfield

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Save Myself

Kabrie Waters·October 5, 2016

Save Myself written by: Kabrie Waters @KWaters208 I can finish a shelf full of books in matter...

English

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