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Whiplash

Zehra NaqviMarch 10, 2020

Whiplash written by: Zehra Naqvi @znaqvisajjad Let life unfold unfair, unrelenting ruthless tyrant. Let life unfold mercilessly. The marks of wh...

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A Moment of Definition

Elaine MarieMarch 1, 2020

A Moment of Definition written by: Elaine Marie @ElaineMarieCar1 Some things we are born with. They are inherently as much a part of us as our next b...

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A Woman

Aisha Saidi KinguFebruary 28, 2020

A Woman written by: Aisha Saidi Kingu @KinguAisha From the meaning of her name, From the beauty of her look, From the strength of her voice, A g...

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Portrait of A Ballerina

Eoghan LyngFebruary 1, 2020

Portrait of A Ballerina written by: Eoghan Lyng @eoghanlyng Starved of body, mind and soul, Mind control, an image held, Falls on you to bear. Pir...

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Saved by Vivaldi

Fotoula ReynoldsDecember 7, 2019

Saved by Vivaldi written by: Fotoula Reynolds Her eyes are sad and cold Where has her zest for life gone? Some say, it exists beneath a sun As radi...

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Access Denied

KL MerchantOctober 21, 2019

Access Denied In This Game, There Is No Easy Way Out written by: Kayleigh Merchant Stuck in a dark dark room is a dark dark shadowed figure plaguin...

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Broken Mind

Marshall HughesSeptember 28, 2019

Broken Mind written by: Marshall Hughes @hughes1marshall I can see the signals of a broken mind But do not comprehend for I am blind To your inner ...

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Locked Out Process

Geovanni VillafañeSeptember 9, 2019

Locked Out Process written by: Geovanni Villafañe @RezZureKtedPoeT You've Never Delved Into My Thought Process Provoking Mind Bending Fits Of Th...

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This Body Mine

Linda Lee LybergSeptember 2, 2019

This Body Mine written by: Linda Lee Lyberg @charmedchaos12 You will not break me those that came before you tried The dark man with black eyes ...

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Faces and Voices

Anne GJuly 17, 2019

Faces and Voices written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth "The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched." - Helen Kell...

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Withered Whispers

AsceticquillJuly 8, 2019

Withered Whispers written by: Asceticquill I separate the backside of your flora sigh bending the jade waterfall of your sapphire simper, only to ...

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Into The Breach

SpillwordsMay 26, 2019

Into The Breach a poem by José de Diego O wretched man in pain who falls and cries, whose limbs, exhausted, sicken and grow slack! Leaf out anew—the...

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Life Is A Roller Coaster Ride

Urvashi VatsMay 14, 2019

Life Is A Roller Coaster Ride written by: Urvashi Vats @urvi12 Life is a roller coaster ride, Happiness & sorrow are its two sides, Success &am...

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From Her Ashes She Rose

Sonal SinghApril 27, 2019

From Her Ashes She Rose written by: Sonal Singh Like the proverbial phoenix, from her ashes she arose What would you call such a woman - Kali, Durga ...

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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 ...