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Kissing Teeth

Nick GerrardMay 27, 2020

Kissing Teeth written by: Nick Gerrard Mandala walked home along the shore, his bare feet tickling the lap of the gentle waves. The sun still stood ...

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The Road Home

Kelli J GavinMay 24, 2020

The Road Home written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin I have walked one too many roads A few stray paths have distracted me Not always sure where I ...

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Changes

Löst VikingApril 25, 2020

Changes written by: John Anthony Fingleton (Löst Viking) The days here are slowly changing I watch the clouds gathering from the south, The Argentin...

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C19, commentary written by Maria Dulce Leitão Reis at Spillwords.com

C-19

Maria Dulce Leitao ReisApril 23, 2020

C-19 written by: Maria Dulce Leitão Reis We are facing a terrible calamity. A real threat. A deadly virus that spreads at a frightening speed. A dangero...

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How Others May See Me

Warren AlexanderMarch 6, 2020

How Others May See Me written by: Warren Alexander My face looks the same as yesterday but When should I have noticed the changes Maybe the vain not...

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Changing of Seasons

Glen McKenzieNovember 18, 2019

Changing of Seasons written by: Glen McKenzie @justabitfurther leaves colourful painted canvas scenery fall brings intense change...

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Impermanent World

Sonal SinghSeptember 20, 2019

Impermanent World written by: Sonal Singh The sights of yesterday become memories of tomorrow. In this transient world, there is no permanency. Ever...

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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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Eternal Summer

Chasity GainesAugust 8, 2019

Eternal Summer written by: Chasity Gaines @ChasityAnneGai1 Once upon a time Life was easy peasy an adventure every day No responsibilities Runnin...

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The Change

Raphfael WormgeJanuary 19, 2019

The Change written by: Raphfael Wormge As the words stop So does the pain And all that’s left Is anger and hate I must morph Grow or change Like...

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The Spirit Of Autumn

LadyLilyNovember 4, 2018

The Spirit of Autumn written by: LadyLily @AFairymary Streams ripple russet liquids, giddy gnats stitch mists of fine silver, weaving saturated w...

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Circling The Drain (CTD) written by Saira Viola at Spillwords.com

Seasons Of Life

Ishita SrivastavaSeptember 6, 2018

Seasons of Life written by: Ishita Srivastava The beginning of the Spring season is a new-born baby, too delicate and fresh, beautiful an...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

POETS ARE PUPPETS OF MOODS

K. RadhakrishnanAugust 30, 2018

POETS ARE PUPPETS OF MOODS written by: K. RADHAKRISHNAN It swings and then leaps, Soaring so high, it touches the peaks, Suddenly it plunges to hit ...

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ALLTHERAGE

Kelli J GavinAugust 27, 2018

ALLTHERAGE written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin FULLOFIT ME IAMFULLOFIT RAGETHATIS IDIDNOTKNOW UNTILHESAID YOUAREFULLOFIT FROMHEADTOTOE FUL...

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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 ...