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Grandpa

Gerry S. Wojtowicz·July 29, 2023

Grandpa written by: Gerry S. Wojtowicz Can you hear the wind blow?, whirling, whining, wrapped in snow,...

Poetry English

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The Message of The Liberty Bell

Spillwords·July 2, 2023

The Message of The Liberty Bell a poem by: Mrs. Elvira Robinson Around the congress with closed...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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The Tree

Madison Randolph·May 26, 2023

The Tree written by: Madison Randolph @Madisonr1713 Voices drone on and on. I tune it all out...

English Poetry

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Celebration of Life

Cynthia Osax Osazuwa·February 20, 2023

Celebration of Life written by: Osazuwa Cynthia Osax I can hear the toll of the bell, It...

Poetry English

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Love

Spillwords·February 12, 2023

Love a poem by: William Shakespeare TELL me where is Fancy bred, Or in the heart or...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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War, micropoetry by Padmini Krishnan at Spillwords.com

War

Padmini Krishnan·February 7, 2023

War written by: Padmini Krishnan his school bell chimes softly amidst shells...

English Poetry

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Christmas Eve

C.X. Turner·December 16, 2022

Christmas Eve written by: C.X. Turner @lover__poetic We met at midnight where the sparkling lights looped ‘round...

Poetry Christmas English

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Nothingness

Vidya Venkataramanan·February 21, 2022

Nothingness written by: Vidya Venkataramanan High up in the mountains, In a cave overlooking The river, Dawn...

Poetry English

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Night Noises

Sharon Waller Knutson·December 27, 2021

Night Noises written by: Sharon Waller Knutson The sky turns into Fourth of July fireworks as the...

English Poetry

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Existence

Grace Y. Estevez·November 21, 2021

Existence written by: Grace Y. Estevez @GraceoftheSun1 As the world spins does it shed sins? Making wrongs...

Poetry English

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Crossing The Bar

Spillwords·September 5, 2021

Crossing The Bar a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson Sunset and evening star, And one clear call...

English Poetry Literary Greats

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Celts and the Mad Goddess Chapter V

P.C. Darkcliff·January 3, 2021

Celts and the Mad Goddess Chapter V written by: P.C. Darkcliff @P_C_Darkcliff The Earth’s shadow obscured the...

Celts and the Mad Goddess P.C. Darkcliff English Literature

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Heartbeat

Dr. K. K. Mathew·November 2, 2020

HEARTBEAT written by: Dr. K. K. Matthew The life of heart rings the bell of soul Heard...

Poetry English

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You Are Loved

Catherine MacMillan Sihoe·June 29, 2017

You Are Loved written by: Catherine MacMillan Sihoe @onspiritswings Can’t we talk a minute? ...

English Poetry

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Suman Pokhrel is a Nepali poet, lyricist, playwright, translator, and artist. He debuted in 1999 with a poetry collection and has since published works, including translations of Shakespeare and global poets. His poems are translated into many languages and taught across South Asia. A two-time SAARC Literary Awardee, he also received Asia’s Inspiring Poet Award and was named Author of the Month by Spillwords in June 2023. Beyond literature, he works as a freelance consultant in socio-economic research, rural development, entrepreneurial development and creative writing. He began his career in Nepal’s civil service and later worked with international NGOs. He holds degrees in Science, Law, Business Administration, and Economics.

Condoms by Seán Óg Ó Murchú

They all laughed at me. All the dinner ladies. It started with your one, I’m after forgetting her name now… Smelly Nelly’s ma. A wet little tear trickled toward her tattooed cheekbone. She was roaring red. Her harsh, wheezing laughter sounded like a black taxi tackling the Whiterock Road, her throat destroyed from all the fegs she used to be hoofing into her. She called over the other dinner ladies then, an army of them. Or maybe it was the curiosity of her horrid laughing that brought them over… I can’t remember.
“Tell the girls what you’re only after asking me there ni wee mawn.”
I looked between herself and the girls. Jesus Christ, I said in my own mind, Mental Mick is after stealing all my crayons that I’d been hoarding for myself there before the break...

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