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Just An Old House

Verona Jones·December 9, 2019

Just An Old House written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Just an old house falling apart, along a mountain...

English Poetry

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Venus and Mars

Fallen Engel·December 5, 2019

Venus and Mars written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 The goddess rises slowly while her translucent soul glows...

English Poetry

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My Hand Is Only Denied

Jerry Langdon·October 19, 2019

My Hand Is Only Denied written by: Jerry Langdon The end, the end of this life Is...

English Poetry

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The Dark Mentalist

Fallen Engel·October 2, 2019

The Dark Mentalist written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 The rich ambient light that shines ever so slightly...

English Poetry

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A Thousand Shades of Black

Jerry Langdon·September 18, 2019

A Thousand Shades of Black written by: Jerry Langdon The obsidian sky ripped open, Pouring out a...

English Poetry

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Demons Behind Darkness

Luna Pollyanna·September 7, 2019

Demons Behind Darkness written by: Luna Pollyanna She stood on the bridge In silence and fear For...

Poetry English

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The Feral Vampire

Carlos Alexander Martin·September 1, 2019

The Feral Vampire written by: Carlos Alexander Martin @carlosfreeverse Svelte and pallor Creeping the corridor His head...

English Poetry

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Insidious

Cass Wilson·August 31, 2019

Insidious written by: Cass Wilson Insidiously You weave your web of lies Gossamer strands of falsification Strive...

English Poetry

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Bloodrush

Cass Wilson·July 30, 2019

Bloodrush written by: Cass Wilson I want to throw myself to the wolves To lie exposed upon...

English Featured Post Poetry

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There I Wait

Fallen Engel·July 29, 2019

There I Wait written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 Daylight vanishes, darkness prevails Old mornings dawn, lost and...

Poetry English

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Maleficium

Cass Wilson·June 19, 2019

Maleficium written by: Cass Wilson Beneath the blood red hue of Hunters Moon Upon the crimson ground...

Poetry English

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The Ledger

Fallen Engel·June 18, 2019

The Ledger written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 Who made you keeper of the Ledger To tell us...

English Poetry

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Mephisto

Fallen Engel·May 3, 2019

Mephisto written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 Mephisto is knocking at my door, speaking to me in colors...

Poetry English

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Courting Medusa’s Wink

Asceticquill·April 19, 2019

Courting Medusa’s Wink written by: Asceticquill I’m trapped in a scream holding a bleeding dream dribbling along...

Poetry English

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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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