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The Spirit of Halloween

Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia·October 23, 2024

The Spirit of Halloween written by: Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia @AmitaPaulIAS From hallowed halls of oratories To sacred...

English Poetry Halloween

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Halloween Haikus

Leisel Brex·October 20, 2024

Halloween Haikus written by: Leisel Brex grimacing glow of Mother Nature’s amber orbs wired with vines and...

Poetry Halloween English

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Oktober

Wolfgang H.·October 17, 2024

Oktober written by: Wolfgang H. der achte Monat alter Zeit kriecht unter die feuchte Haut noch räkeln...

Poetry German International

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Autumnal

Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia·October 16, 2024

Autumnal written by: Amita Sarjit Ahluwalia @AmitaPaulIAS When the winds of winter sweep the last of summer...

English Poetry

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Autumn Is My Happy Season

Valerie Dawn Goad·October 14, 2024

Autumn Is My Happy Season written by: Valerie Dawn Goad Everyone can hardly wait for Summer and...

Poetry English

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This Cinnamon Spirit

Chloe Gilholy·October 8, 2024

This Cinnamon Spirit written by: Chloe Gilholy I will not be dictated by verbal shackles of a...

English Poetry

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Whispers of My Father

Daniel Rudd·October 2, 2024

Whispers of My Father written by: Daniel Rudd In quiet halls where shadows fall, I hear your...

Poetry English

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Dusk Autumn

Anthony John Ward·September 23, 2024

Dusk Autumn written by: Anthony John Ward Autumn is to the seasons as dusk is to day....

Poetry English

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Autumn Day

Thaddeus Hutyra·September 23, 2024

Autumn Day written by: Thaddeus Hutyra - Early morning - Wrapped me in a scarf of leaves In autumn, golden colors...

English Poetry Polish International

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Ode to Equinox

beachglass·September 22, 2024

Ode to Equinox written by: beachglass today I am visiting autumn with my mind’s eyes the crisp,...

Poetry English

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Maryanne’s Autumn Lover

Andy Cooper·September 22, 2024

Maryanne’s Autumn Lover written by: Andy Cooper @AC0040 As I skimmed a newspaper in September, I felt...

Poetry English

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Ode to Autumn

Reena Mahay·September 22, 2024

Ode to Autumn written by: Reena Mahay @tweet__reena An unsolicited shift knocks — A seasonal facelift! The...

Poetry English

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Autumn – The Third Pastoral, or Hylas and Ægon

Spillwords·September 22, 2024

Autumn – The Third Pastoral, or Hylas and Ægon a poem by: Alexander Pope Beneath the shade...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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Just in Case

Emalisa Rose·September 18, 2024

Just in Case written by: Emalisa Rose Dispersed, mid-air random as rain the songbirds debate upon taking...

Poetry English

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Sanu Sharma

Sanu Sharma is a Nepali novelist, short story writer, poet and lyricist. She has published several novels and short story collections, and numerous lyrical works. Her prose sheds light on the struggles of women, girls, and marginalized communities, tackling overlooked familial and societal issues, while her poetry and lyrics capture universal emotions. Her short story collection Ekadeshmaa received widespread acclaim and was shortlisted for the prestigious Madan Puraskar in 2018. Several of her novels and stories have been adapted into audio and visual formats, and her ghazals and lyrics have been set to music by various composers and performed by renowned singers.

Precious Moments by Valli Henry-Boldini

...The little blue jay landed on the windowsill just as Frank’s heart skipped another beat. He looked at her delicate colours and the way she flitted back and forth along the white peeling ledge. She reminded him so much of his wife Emily, as she skipped along the white sandy beach all those years ago.

Emily lay asleep on their bed. Frank watched her from his favourite window seat and smiled. Thirty years had passed and she had remained his destiny.

As the bright morning sunlight burst through the top half of the windowpane and landed on her ashen face, its warmth stirred her from her slumber and she extended her thin arm to block out its penetrating rays...

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