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Dancing In The Air

Any1markMay 5, 2020

Dancing In The Air written by: Any1mark @any1mark66 She dances through air Like she's unaware Beauty and grace causalities Time bows as she passes...

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Nature Is A Great Equalizer

Bipul Banerjee ('Dusk')April 28, 2020

Nature Is A Great Equalizer written by: Bipul Banerjee The roads are empty. Public places are silent. Place of worships and workshops have shut do...

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Walking

Henry BladonFebruary 20, 2020

Walking written by: Henry Bladon In my happy memories, we walk towards the pond in the misty air, we walk into the meadow and through th...

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Sterile Neckline

Susan N AassahdeFebruary 12, 2020

Sterile Neckline written by: Susan N Aassahde @NancyAsgard pebble lobster bleat rain stream plait cotton air...

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Collision of Two Worlds

Anupama DalmiaFebruary 3, 2020

Collision of Two Worlds written by: Anupama Dalmia Dressed in an alluring red gown, To rave it up, she let her hair down. Serenity embossed on her f...

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Hang

David MaynardJanuary 24, 2020

Hang written by: David Maynard Happy pretending Love never ending Heart that was pure Worthy of mending Clinging to hope Tying the rope Pleading...

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Alpha and Omega

Gosha KulisiewiczJanuary 12, 2020

Alpha and Omega written by: Małgorzata Kulisiewicz translated by: Anna Luberda-Kowal Taking away nothing from me you left me bone-less nothingn...

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Air, poetry written by Guna Moran at Spillwords.com

Air

Guna MoranDecember 19, 2019

Air written by: Guna Moran translated by: Bibekananda Choudhury Entering into the cavity of your heart With your breath Scouring the bottom of your...

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The Little Snowflake

Francesco AbateDecember 18, 2019

The Little Snowflake written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 A little snowflake flies in the air pulled up by the cold wind of no-given kisses...

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From Your Lips to Mine

FM TateNovember 21, 2019

From Your Lips to Mine written by: FM Tate I am the flame. A fragile tethered light, hungrily lapping at the ever-shrinking candle. A soft corona los...

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THE COIN TOSS

Dilip MohapatraNovember 5, 2019

THE COIN TOSS written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo You made me flip the coin and toss it into the air and as it descends you snap it up and ...

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El Punto Del Roció

Jose A GomezSeptember 25, 2019

El Punto Del Roció written by: José A Gómez La Noche Llego la noche y el húmedo roció de la madrugada, descansa sobre la flora tropical del verde c...

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Poet On The Hill

LadyLilyAugust 4, 2019

Poet On The Hill written by: LadyLily @AFairymary He sits, upon a lush, green hillside smothered in Bluebells. Sad rain has drooped all petals, ...

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Thoughts At Dusk

Gayl WrightMay 6, 2019

Thoughts At Dusk written by: Gayl Wright @GaylWright Out here on the porch swing Writing in my journal Nearly 8:00 pm Air is cool Darkness moving...

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Gerardine White (mostly called Ger) grew up in wild open country of West Limerick, Ireland. Her country life is represented in her poems and has a strong bearing on her core values and education. She inherited the skill of poetic rhyme from both of her parents and her Grandad – who were all fine poets and storytellers. Her education took place mostly in South West Ireland and the rest of it is gleaned from travel, from life, and from being an avid reader of all kinds of books. In recent years she has returned to poetry writing. This past year seeing her published in four Anthologies from Clarendon House Publications. She sees herself as a Spiritual person, very connected with life in all forms. She is happily married for past 20 years and currently lives in Sussex, UK. She enjoys healthy pursuits of country walks with a nice cuppa tea and chat at the end.

Resurrection by Suzanne Craig-Whytock

On the day that Budgie died, I was young and very sad. He was a pretty bird, always singing in his cage. Sometimes we let him out to fly around, and on that day, the curtains were wide open and he slammed into the glass hard. Momma put him into a shoe box and I cried as we buried him in the back garden among the lilies. The next morning, very early, I snuck out of the house and dug him up with a garden trowel because I wanted to see him one more time. When I took the lid off the shoe box, his eyes were open and his wings fluttered ...