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The Message of The Columbine

Max CarlsonMarch 5, 2020

The Message of The Columbine written by: Max Carlson From nature’s rawness and rock it takes root, atop the mountain’s rubble of form it rises, wavi...

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The Legend of My Heart

Himna Ahmad KhanFebruary 19, 2020

The Legend of My Heart written by: Himna Ahmad Khan Once upon the phase of the moon, There was a mighty kingdom, A kingdom I called my heart, Whe...

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This Love

Anoucheka GangabissoonFebruary 14, 2020

This Love written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon If I bloom not in this love of ours, May it be that I die from it, Paining and suffering As one lost...

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Blush

Priya Dolma TamangJanuary 24, 2020

Blush written by: Priya Dolma Tamang @kulvadana Flipping through the unwritten pages of my poetic heart, the stagnated scent of crushed bloom em...

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Reflections

Darrena StrawderJanuary 6, 2020

Reflections written by: Darrena Strawder My reflections full of gloom, your presence brings happiness so soon. Sitting on a stool as nature slowly b...

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Unfamiliar Melodies

Anne GSeptember 24, 2019

Unfamiliar Melodies written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth Crwth and oud didgeridoo Gusli, koto kora, lur Ocarina and xaphoon Daxophone and stacpipe ...

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Showers

Robbie PruittAugust 31, 2019

Showers written by: Robbie Pruitt @robbiepruitt In spring showers bloom flowers in summer steam rises from afternoon showers in fall the darken...

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Rosy Remembrances

Sonali MajumdarJune 21, 2019

Rosy Remembrances written by: Sonali Majumdar My rose is in full bloom Amidst the seven shades of my prismatic gloom A fountain of ecstatic blues C...

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Spring Time

Alisa GuttadauroApril 27, 2019

Spring Time written by: Alisa Guttadauro @AlisaGuttadauro Budding flowers, April showers, That’s how Spring begins, Shedding covers, Hummingbirds...

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Calla

L.M.GiannoneMarch 23, 2018

Calla written by: L.M.Giannone @LISAGNO white spathe calla lily touch my petals and I bloom spreading toward the sun...

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Blossom

ErosVerseOctober 19, 2017

Blossom written by: ErosVerse @ErosVerse I don't need Your permission Never did. Never will Still I will be gentle In the delivery of my leave I...

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Thoughts On Blooming

Holly MichaelsNovember 13, 2016

Thoughts on Blooming written by: Holly Michaels @poetholly You are not confined by their walls built with coffin words; this is not a tomb, it's a wo...

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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 ...