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Chasing Disaster

David Maynard·December 23, 2019

Chasing Disaster written by: David Maynard Chasing disaster Run to the fire Entombing passion Killing desires Walking...

Poetry English

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The Mist

Brad Osborne·December 2, 2019

The Mist written by: Brad Osborne Is it cloud that falls so gently When mountain top is...

Poetry English

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THE COIN TOSS

Dilip Mohapatra·November 5, 2019

THE COIN TOSS written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo You made me flip the coin and toss it into...

English Poetry

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The Castaway

Spillwords·October 13, 2019

The Castaway a poem by William Cowper Obscurest night involved the sky, The Atlantic billows roared, When...

Literary Greats Poetry English

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Explanations

Sonali Majumdar·September 24, 2019

Explanations written by: Sonali Majumdar Explanations are rivers Of our carefully crafted thoughts Of mindful set of...

Poetry English

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Karmic Cycle

mdtaslim·July 17, 2019

Karmic Cycle written by: mdtaslim We remain searching for success in life By hook and by crook...

English Poetry

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The Cursed Land

Satabdi Saha·June 20, 2019

The Cursed Land written by: Satabdi Saha Stones with heated hearts Fiercely reddened by blasting sun Steeled...

English Poetry

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The Valley of The Fallen Angels

Luiz Syphre·June 18, 2019

The Valley of The Fallen Angels written by: Luiz Syphre @luizsyphre I’m waiting for the crescent to...

Poetry English

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Ferragosto e Fuori Piove

Francesco Abate·March 17, 2019

Ferragosto e Fuori Piove written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Ferragosto e fuori piove, l’acqua annega la festa...

Poetry International Italian

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Children

Janina Osewska·January 17, 2019

English International Poetry Polish

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Retrospection

huntersjames·November 16, 2018

Retrospection written by: huntersjames @huntersjames Some days my friend the past will take my hand We’ll walk...

Poetry English

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Blue Moon

Charlie Bottle·October 8, 2018

Blue Moon written by: Charlie Bottle @CharlieBottle Midnight embraces ships on dark seas in dark shaded hands...

English Poetry

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Destiny

mdtaslim·August 29, 2018

Destiny written by: mdtaslim We all believe in destiny Do we know our own? We become angry...

English Poetry

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Sweetheart

Imran Khan Bhayo·August 10, 2018

Sweetheart written by: Imrankhan Bhayo What is in my destiny, I don’t know; What is in my poetry,...

English Poetry

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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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