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An Ode to A Fallen Angel

Fallen Engel·January 28, 2020

An Ode To A Fallen Angel written by: Fallen Engel @BlackEngel3 Moonlight falling over me, pushing the darkness...

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Andalusian Resurrection

Gabriela M·January 27, 2020

Andalusian Resurrection written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 “In Spain, the dead are more alive than the dead...

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Ode to Poe

Kara Jackman·January 15, 2020

Ode to Poe written by: Kara Jackman @KaraJ1979 O, but for her eyes Bright as the celestial...

Poetry English

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My Goddess

Rubab Abdullah·January 13, 2020

My Goddess written by: Rubab Abdullah Boundless love and gratitude I have for you With great tenderness...

Poetry English

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Hermandad

Romulaizer Pardo·September 29, 2019

Hermandad written by: Romulaizer Pardo @RomulaizerPardo A Juan Ángel Torres Rechy Nacimos dispares en el tiempo...

Spanish Poetry

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Ntuthuko Brian Ncobeni·August 30, 2019

Her written by: Ntuthuko Brian Ncobeni Pure as the scent of soil when rain falls Beautiful as the...

Poetry English

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Boston

Spillwords·June 2, 2019

Boston a poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson The rocky nook with hill-tops three Looked eastward from the...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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The Anthem Ballad

Paul Anthony Obey·May 29, 2019

The Anthem Ballad written by: Paul Anthony Obey @TheInvisiblePo1 On the mountain of love, We can dance...

Poetry English

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To Live to Bleed for Glory

Heath Brougher·March 25, 2019

To Live to Bleed for Glory written by: Heath Brougher for Duane Locke I’ve gone back to...

Poetry English

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Triolets

Gabriela M·February 26, 2019

Triolets written by: Gabriela M @shortprose1 “I wish to see you walk through the Arco de Elvira,...

English Poetry

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I Sit, I See, I Listen…

Dr Molly Joseph·February 8, 2019

I Sit, I See, I Listen… written by: Dr. MOLLY JOSEPH Under shadowy tree canopy where light plays...

Poetry English

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Transfiguration

Spillwords·February 3, 2019

Transfiguration a poem by Louisa May Alcott Mysterious death! who in a single hour Life’s gold can so...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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The Last Ride Together

Spillwords·January 27, 2019

The Last Ride Together a poem by Robert Browning I SAID—Then, dearest, since ’tis so, Since now...

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I Thought I Was Over You

Paul Anthony Obey·January 25, 2019

I Thought I Was Over You written by: Paul Anthony Obey @TheInvisiblePo1 Despite odds of failure, The...

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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