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Sculpted Stance

Stephen Kingsnorth·April 11, 2023

Sculpted Stance written by: Stephen Kingsnorth So here I am in sculpted stance, heel, neither toe in...

English Poetry

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Unbridled

Dilip Mohapatra·March 18, 2023

Unbridled written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo Thank you for infusing in me your intelligence that some call artificial...

Poetry English Featured Post

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A Tattooist’s Canvas

Kate MacDonald·October 1, 2022

A Tattooist’s Canvas written by: Kate MacDonald @etherealtruth I am aware I push this artist to reach...

English Featured Post Poetry

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Remain To Admire

G. Rod Hamilton·September 21, 2021

Remain To Admire written by: Rando Mithlo for Richard Nickel Rush to beat the sundown Stave...

Poetry English Featured Post

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Limits

Samuel Torontour·September 10, 2021

Limits written by: Samuel Torontour The sky has no limits I will take my example from the...

Poetry English

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Roots

Win Cadman·June 11, 2021

Roots written by: Win Cadman our roots are not strong buried deep as will suffice embodiment of...

English Poetry

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My Master Taught Me Forgiveness

Sonali Majumdar·March 31, 2020

My Master Taught Me Forgiveness written by: Sonali Majumdar Forgetting is hard Hence forgiveness becomes harder And...

Poetry English

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I Wish To Create A Monster

Chris Scully·March 4, 2020

I Wish To Create A Monster written by: Chris Scully @beanpoetry I wish to create a monster...

Poetry English

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The Colours Of Her Dream

Ramyani Bhattacharya·January 2, 2020

The Colours of Her Dream written by: Ramyani Bhattacharya The glint of light in the broken glasses...

English Literature

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Dream

huntersjames·July 6, 2019

Dream written by: huntersjames @huntersjames Fly as high as thought will bear Weight will lose its greed...

English Poetry

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EXTRATERRESTRIAL

Dilip Mohapatra·August 15, 2018

EXTRATERRESTRIAL written by: Dilip Mohapatra @dilipmo They land in their flying saucers and seem to appear in many...

Poetry English

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Musk

Ernie Krasnovsky·May 28, 2017

Musk written by: Ernie Krasnovsky @dywanik_erniego nie wiem co rzec, mówić już nie mogę. coś mnie dręczy,...

Poetry Polish International

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Look Up

Daedalus Chaos·April 11, 2017

Look Up written by: Daedalus Chaos @DaedalusChaos We know of the heavens. The stars and vast cosmos...

Poetry English

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Limits

Geovanni Villafañe·November 7, 2016

Limits written by: Geovanni Villafañe @RezZureKtedPoeT Limits don’t make me concede Facing persecution is another reason for...

Poetry 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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