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The Crossroads Fencer

Amrita Valan·October 23, 2023

The Crossroads Fencer written by: Amrita Valan @amritavalan Now this sword had immense power It could foretell...

English Poetry Halloween

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The Boogeyman

ReddPenn·July 14, 2023

The Boogeyman written by: ReddPenn @ReddPenn10 Tainted hearts of runny porcelain Creeping through the night Don’t let...

Poetry English

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The Three Moments of Autumn

Shaa Zainol·June 30, 2023

The Three Moments of Autumn written by: Shaa Zainol Under the autumn love There are the best...

Poetry English

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A Short Tale of Salt and Blood

Sören Heim·June 29, 2023

A Short Tale of Salt and Blood written by: Sören Heim @Lyrik_und_Prosa i cried till i had no...

Poetry English

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Nature’s Love..!!

Monika Ajay Kaul·June 21, 2023

Nature’s Love..!! written by: Monika Ajay Kaul While this endless summertide dawdles in our memories.. Nature reposes...

Poetry English

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Irony of Life

Tamara Yancosky (BBYCGN)·June 10, 2023

Irony of Life written by: Tamara Yancosky Beyond crimson roses await barbaric thorns; and within lacquered coffins,...

Poetry English

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Red, a poem by Jackie Chou at Spillwords.com

Red

Jackie Chou·June 4, 2023

Red written by: Jackie Chou I’ve always been wary of the color red It sticks out like...

Poetry English

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The Old Bard’s Tale

Henry Felerski·January 9, 2023

The Old Bard’s Tale written by: Henry Felerski Years ago, at this time of day he would...

English Literature

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Crimson Shadows

Veronika Zora·January 7, 2023

Crimson Shadows written by: Veronika Zora from the throat of a peacock crimson shadows dressed up like...

Poetry English

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Urban Santa

Anne Gruner·December 17, 2022

Urban Santa written by: Anne Gruner ‘Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the state The...

English Poetry Christmas

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Black and White and Red – All Over

Alexander Poster·November 10, 2022

Black and White and Red – All Over written by: Alexander Poster It is a reminder that...

English Poetry

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A Blush of Night

Meg Smith·November 9, 2022

A Blush of Night written by: Meg Smith @MegSmith_Writer Come to me, naked in the hunger of...

English Poetry

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Hallow Pint

Susan N Aassahde·April 26, 2022

Hallow Pint written by: Susan N Aassahde @poetry_curfew bramble trickle beach hurry flock whisper crimson sleep...

Poetry English

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Richard Parkes Bonington – The Undercliff, 1828

Aleathia Drehmer·November 25, 2021

Richard Parkes Bonington – The Undercliff, 1828 written by: Aleathia Drehmer @AleathiaD They have left the child...

Poetry English Featured Post

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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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