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A Tiny Grain of Sand

R William StandishMay 5, 2020

A Tiny Grain of Sand written by: R William Standish Look at me, look at me, look at me A tiny grain of sand on a beach without a sea Surrounded by m...

EnglishPoetry8 min read

Mortal Train

HsenuraApril 30, 2020

Mortal Train written by: Hsenura @ARArunesh In the mortal train, the mortal night, she is art. She lives, speaks and moves. Yet, all f...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Sparks Of Life

Michela ZanarellaApril 27, 2020

Sparks Of Life written by: Michela Zanarella In these bones I travel and I carry with me the little sparks of life. I unearth heat, take in breat...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

El Destino

Jose A GomezMarch 29, 2020

El Destino written by: José A Gómez Se me esta escapando el deseo de luchar Fofo me estoy sintiendo sin ninguna voluntad Y psicológicamente, vencido...

Jose A GomezPoetrySpanish1 min read

Old Friends

Ian FletcherMarch 17, 2020

Old Friends written by: Ian Fletcher Companions in our youth how competitive we were what things we would do what possibilities lay ahead! We woul...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Scottish Dream

Elizabeth BartonMarch 13, 2020

Scottish Dream written by: Elizabeth Barton @DestinyAngel25 The sky was not as troubled As the sullen look in his eye, Though clouds tumbled b...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Through The Darkness

Sue Marie St. LeeMarch 8, 2020

Through The Darkness written by: Sue Marie St. Lee The road looked like spilled ink, black and wet, reflecting a lone streetlight in the far-off dis...

EnglishLiterature5 min read

Always Only

Ann Christine TabakaFebruary 13, 2020

Always Only written by: Ann Christine Tabaka @TabakaChris It was always only me, always only you, never anyone else. Life set. Schedules met. T...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

After Apricity

Criss TrippFebruary 6, 2020

After Apricity written by: Criss Tripp @CrissTripp I never cared about losing... Until I lost myself. But then, I found you....and I lost you... ...

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Destiny

PhlammesJanuary 28, 2020

Destiny written by: Phlammes Dotted in blunts of its innate ascriptions. the very reason for existence, carved in abstract of a purported virtue.&nb...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Follow The Dream

Bruce LevineJanuary 13, 2020

Follow The Dream written by: Bruce Levine @brucelevine19 Follow the dream no matter where it leads as dreams have their own direction and their ...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Chasing Disaster

David MaynardDecember 23, 2019

Chasing Disaster written by: David Maynard Chasing disaster Run to the fire Entombing passion Killing desires Walking in darkness Trek through th...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

The Mist

Brad OsborneDecember 2, 2019

The Mist written by: Brad Osborne Is it cloud that falls so gently When mountain top is kissed Or does it rise from the valley This cold and haunti...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

THE COIN TOSS

Dilip MohapatraNovember 5, 2019

THE COIN TOSS written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo You made me flip the coin and toss it into the air and as it descends you snap it up and ...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

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 ...