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Love and a Question

Spillwords·June 23, 2019

Love and a Question a poem by Robert Frost A stranger came to the door at eve,...

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Thoughts At Dusk

Gayl Wright·May 6, 2019

Thoughts At Dusk written by: Gayl Wright @GaylWright Out here on the porch swing Writing in my journal...

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Piano

Spillwords·April 14, 2019

Piano a poem by D.H. Lawrence Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; Taking...

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Light in your Darkness..!!

Monika Ajay Kaul·November 9, 2017

Light in your Darkness..!! written by: Monika Ajay Kaul @MKaul4 They said, “The darkness pinions!!” And.. I...

Poetry English

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Dawn To Dusk

Luiz Syphre·September 20, 2017

Dawn to Dusk written by: Luiz Syphre @poetandkids Thus at dawn she was his sun and blinded...

English Poetry

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Evening Comes Softly

Mark Scrivener·July 16, 2017

Evening Comes Softly written by: Mark Scrivener @orpheus777 Evening comes softly, Softly gliding, Gliding dusky darkness Over the...

English Poetry

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Death Bed

Luiz Syphre·July 9, 2017

Death Bed written by: Luiz Syphre @poetandkids At dusk raven’s cry Disintegration shadows Midnight promises...

English Poetry

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On My Wooden Bench

Heidi Baker·July 2, 2017

On My Wooden Bench written by: Heidi Baker @heidib19 to market at dusk brown-speckled bananas, organic mints,...

English Poetry

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Dusk To Dawn

LadyLily·May 13, 2017

Dusk to Dawn written by: LadyLily @AFairymary Dusk’s satin shoes step elegantly into the finishing story of...

English Poetry

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Rights of the Wronged

Dilip Mohapatra·August 9, 2016

RIGHTS OF THE WRONGED written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo The night has its very own domain so does...

English

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The Dusk Wheel

G. Rod Hamilton·July 1, 2016

The Dusk Wheel written by: Rando Mithlo @Rodhnoe With the fiery light Lashing out a spray Fount...

English

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Whisper

Dragonsilk·May 13, 2016

Whisper written by: Dragonsilk @dragons1lk A distant whisper. The susurrus of sea grass at dusk as a...

English

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The Edge of Night

Anne G·August 3, 2015

The Edge of Night written by: Anne G @TheInkTruth The edge of night a splendid sight betwixt –...

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...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.

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