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The Woman I Love

Norberto Franco Cisneros·August 27, 2023

The Woman I Love written by: Norberto Franco Cisneros I was leaving to buy a different colored...

English Poetry

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Camden

Courtenay Schembri Gray·October 1, 2022

Camden written by: Courtenay Schembri Gray @courtenaywrites Camden, I knew you when I was just a fish,...

English Poetry

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Witless

Fizza Younis·May 3, 2022

Witless written by: Fizza Younis @fizza_reads Carefully, I tried to craft, The life I thought I want;...

English Poetry

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Fortunate

Magdalena Podobińska·February 26, 2022

Fortunate written by: Magdalena Podobińska @Madzia33 I’m so fortunate Nature feeds me I’m privileged And blessed I can...

English Poetry

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Through Another’s Eyes

Dennis C Brown·December 25, 2021

Through Another’s Eyes written by: Dennis C Brown As Christmas draws near and spirits arise. Not everyone...

Poetry English Christmas

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Thanksgiving

Spillwords·November 21, 2021

Thanksgiving a poem by James Whitcomb Riley Let us be thankful—not only because Since last our universal...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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A Night Thought

Spillwords·July 18, 2021

A Night Thought a poem by William Wordsworth Lo! where the Moon along the sky Sails with...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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A Paycheck For Regret

Archit Joshi·February 10, 2021

A Paycheck For Regret written by: Archit Joshi @ArchitJoshi A wry pittance paid For every mistake of...

English Poetry

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Fortune

Spillwords·November 29, 2020

Fortune a poem by Geoffrey Chaucer This wrecched worldes transmutacioun, As wele or wo, now povre and...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Lend Me Your Net

Kingsley C. Odum·November 25, 2020

Lend Me Your Net written by: Kingsley C. Odum @Kingsley odum Along the stream path His heart...

Poetry English

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The Million Dollar Poem

Edward McCloud·November 9, 2020

The Million Dollar Poem written by: Edward McCloud Excuse me while I cut into the front of...

English Poetry

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A Little Poem

Spillwords·September 27, 2020

A Little Poem a poem by: George Orwell A happy vicar I might have been Two hundred...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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TO A TRULY RAVISHING WOMAN

Norberto Franco Cisneros·August 31, 2020

TO A TRULY RAVISHING WOMAN written by: Norberto Franco Cisneros Beautiful, gorgeous, stunning What do these words...

Poetry English

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RASPBERRIES

Dianne Moritz·August 24, 2020

RASPBERRIES written by: Dianne Moritz Before we left for home that Iowa summer, Gramma handed me a...

Literature 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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