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A Death-Bed

Spillwords·October 9, 2022

A Death-Bed a poem by: Rudyard Kipling This is the State above the Law. The State exists...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Shadows and Lies

Mike Turner·September 10, 2022

Shadows and Lies written by: Mike Turner @SchoonerSkipper Ghostly visions haunt my memory As I recall a...

Here I Stand

Kelli J Gavin·August 25, 2022

Here I Stand written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin All of me The good The bad The...

Poetry English

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Good Fame

Anna Canić·June 30, 2022

Good Fame written by: Anna Canić If people were as quick to hear As they are quick...

English Poetry

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Good Wishes

Marg Smith·June 7, 2022

Good Wishes written by: Marg Smith I wish, I wish to have a good wish or two...

Poetry English

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A Good Name

Spillwords·May 29, 2022

A Good Name a poem by: Edgar Albert Guest Men talk too much of gold and fame,...

English Poetry Literary Greats

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On “Poetry Readings”

Pesach Rotem·January 4, 2022

On “Poetry Readings” written by: Pesach Rotem I just read a poem called “Poetry Readings” by Charles...

English Poetry

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Adventure

Robyn MacKinnon·September 19, 2021

Adventure written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat If this is you, you’re one really good adventure want to...

Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English Robyn Finds Poetry

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Crow Army

Robyn MacKinnon·April 4, 2021

Crow Army written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat the snow stopped snowing is your crow army coming would...

Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon Poetry English

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Turn Your Hate Into Love

Henry Lee Thomas·November 30, 2020

Turn Your Hate Into Love written by: Henry Lee Thomas @HenryLThomas1 If the world is treating you...

English Poetry

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Hush!

Nnane Ntube·May 18, 2020

Hush! written by: NNANE NTUBE @NnaneNtube The world at dawn, Our world we’ve torn, And there the...

English Poetry

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Mamma Told Me

Dianne Moritz·September 23, 2019

Mamma Told Me written by: Dianne Moritz There’re no good men out there, Mamma said, then remembers...

Literature English

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The Measure Of Good

Ximena Escobar·August 21, 2019

The Measure Of Good written by: Ximena Escobar @laximenin My heavy heart dripped down her arms. The...

Poetry English

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THE SHADOW STEALER

Dilip Mohapatra·August 2, 2019

THE SHADOW STEALER written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo Come let me take you on a guided tour of...

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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