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My Lucky Penny

Tess M ShepherdMay 20, 2020

My Lucky Penny written by: Tess M Shepherd As soon as we step from my car I see it glitter, copper-bright, amongst the kerbside rubbish. “A bit of go...

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Moments Frozen In Time

Fay Marmalich-VietmeierMay 7, 2020

Moments Frozen In Time written by: Fay Marmalich-Vietmeier "The time will come when temporal shall cease This time revolving wheel shall rest in peac...

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Bones

Ash GallagherMarch 30, 2020

Bones written by: Ash Gallagher @beatnikjourno There is a story I must tell you, Behind the coconuts in the rock. True, you may find it strange or ...

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Loneliness

L.M.GiannoneMarch 24, 2020

Loneliness written by: L.M. Giannone @LISAGNO Counting hours of loneliness sitting in the dark melancholy days meander away aches my slow healing...

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Sleep

Jill Sharon KimmelmanMarch 23, 2020

Sleep written by: Jill Sharon Kimmelman This night i slept beautifully...deeply...oblivious to all no new poems were penned dashed hopes can be fix...

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This Love

Anoucheka GangabissoonFebruary 14, 2020

This Love written by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon If I bloom not in this love of ours, May it be that I die from it, Paining and suffering As one lost...

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Five Years

Amanda N. ButlerFebruary 12, 2020

Five Years written by: Amanda N. Butler @arsamandica Five years and I still have to remember how to heal, five years and I have to remind myself t...

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A 1000 Wounds

Bipul Banerjee ('Dusk')October 21, 2019

A 1000 Wounds written by: Bipul Banerjee A thousand wounds concealed, Behind a thousand masks. A camouflage of skedaddled emotions, Cruising in...

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Apothecary

Ayo GutierrezMay 15, 2019

Apothecary written by: Ayo Gutierrez At sundown each end of Six Harvest Moons When shadows sunder as birds form a toupee for trees He hastens to e...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Dancing With My Demons

Robyn MacKinnonMarch 31, 2019

Dancing With My Demons written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat healing nicely fun night of carefree dancing with my own demons ...

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Vision

Sharona ReevesNovember 16, 2018

Vision written by: Sharona Reeves I'm glad life's been kind and you've had to make no provisions I'm glad suicide was never a thought and you've ne...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Leaf Of Heavens’ Leavings

Aurora PhoenixJuly 13, 2018

Leaf of Heavens’ Leavings written by: Aurora Phoenix I dream of a leaf in vein a tree of fitful leavings the veins plumb blue black with the c...

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Shells

Angie BrockerMarch 22, 2018

Shells written by: Angie Brocker @angie_brocker She cried as she heard the news Happy tears at first, but the anguish came soon enough The sorrow w...

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MY PEN BURNS

Dr Santosh BakayaJanuary 10, 2018

MY PEN BURNS written by: Dr Santosh Bakaya When the long arms of the violet night embrace me and tear- etched faces jump at me from cracks in the sky...

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 ...