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The Evening

Nishi PulugurthaMay 8, 2020

The Evening written by: Nishi Pulugurtha @nishipulu It was about forty minutes after five in the evening. I needed to go out. It was an emergency, I ...

EnglishLiterature4 min read

PRZESTRZEŃ NAD JAŚNIEJĄCYM BRZEGIEM MORZA

Konrad StawiarskiApril 29, 2020

PRZESTRZEŃ NAD JAŚNIEJĄCYM BRZEGIEM MORZA written by: Konrad Stawiarski Perkalu złocisty przyjmij światło światła, kiedy obudzeni nagle wstaną w mi...

InternationalPoetryPolish1 min read

A Dream I Dreamt

Broken MontagueApril 22, 2020

A Dream I Dreamt written by: Broken Montague I woke up from a dream, From a very bad dream. There, I saw myself; A broken side of myself. I ran ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Streets

David DephyMarch 28, 2020

Streets written by: David Dephy Looking at the empty streets. Beauty needs to be seen. I know you are happy out there on the other side of emptines...

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In This Weird Room

Jayanta BhaumikMarch 24, 2020

In This Weird Room written by: Jayanta Bhaumik @BhaumikJayanta In a room of this house, there is a corner looking like a meme’s face, – it spits a s...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Silent Night

Naseha SameenMarch 19, 2020

Silent Night written by: Naseha Sameen @nasehaSameen Silent night is howling I want to go home again I missed the turn, The home I knew is gone I...

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Alone

Christina StrigasMarch 9, 2020

Alone written by: Christina Strigas @christinastriga sometimes i think about all the poets who came before me who were popular because they knew ...

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Starin’ At The Bottle

Will ThomasMarch 6, 2020

Starin' At The Bottle written by: Will Thomas I’m starin' at this bottle. My thoughts are filled with fear. Teardrops land upon my glass. Wishin' y...

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Out of Love

Sue Marie St. LeeJanuary 31, 2020

Out of Love written by: Sue Marie St. Lee Lately when I touch your hand or gaze into your eyes suspiciously you pull away and now I wonder “why?” ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

The Lake In The Mist

Haril VyasJanuary 21, 2020

The Lake In The Mist written by: Haril Vyas There's a sense of emptiness inside me, As I wander off the paths paved by many, My footsteps remember p...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Alpha and Omega

Gosha KulisiewiczJanuary 12, 2020

Alpha and Omega written by: Małgorzata Kulisiewicz translated by: Anna Luberda-Kowal Taking away nothing from me you left me bone-less nothingn...

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Lonely, Lost A Nothing

Ronald Allen BellNovember 30, 2019

Lonely, Lost A Nothing written by: Ronald Allen Bell @rhymescribe I forgot how to express. I lost my friends while writing it all down, there's ...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Emptiness

Sunita PaulNovember 28, 2019

Emptiness written by: Sunita Paul Empty homes And my lame thoughts roam The deafening silence Makes me more tensed The vacuum so vast Don't know ...

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YOU ARE THE WIND, YOU ARE BOTH THE WIND…

Poli MiltouJune 14, 2019

YOU ARE THE WIND, YOU ARE BOTH THE WIND… written by: Poli Miltou @PoliMiltou You are the wind, you carry myrrh with you. I want to kiss you so I w...

EnglishPoetry1 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 ...