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Cloud And Sand

Arpan Christy·August 11, 2018

Cloud and Sand written by: Arpan Christy @ArpanChristy Above the sand, thirsty for years, sometimes stops a...

English Poetry

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From Heaven To Kentucky

Ron Kempton·August 1, 2018

From Heaven To Kentucky written by: Ron Kempton Morning hung on the wet city, Nashville’s electric streets...

English Poetry

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Kissing The Wind

hedgehog·July 22, 2018

Kissing The Wind written by: hedgehog No thought for anyone the old man Walking silently with his...

English Featured Post Poetry

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DON’T LET THE FIRE GO OUT

Sarita Montiel·July 13, 2018

DON’T LET THE FIRE GO OUT written by: Sarita Montiel ”Don’t let the fire go out”, she...

Poetry English

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The Willow That Weeps

Laura Hughes·May 21, 2018

The Willow That Weeps written by: Laura Hughes @SweetPea_1977 All of the memories, flooding back to my...

English Poetry

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My World

Eliza Segiet·April 5, 2018

My World written by: Eliza Segiet translated by: Artur Komoter I understood a lot. Now I know...

English International Poetry Polish

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Mortification

Mario William Vitale·January 2, 2018

Mortification written by: Mario William Vitale For I have mortified the flesh When anguish is too much...

English Poetry

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Breed

Lipika Ghosh·October 24, 2017

Breed written by: Lipika Ghosh When night comes to end New born butterflies spread wings From the...

Poetry English

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Goodbye

William T Fearby·August 11, 2017

goodbye written by: William T Fearby i watched you in the winter as the snow lay on the...

English Poetry

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Final Goodbye

Nara Hodge·June 21, 2017

Final Goodbye written by: Nara Hodge @Nara_Hodge I walked through the darkness, I walked through the light,...

Poetry English

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Dear Beloved

Grace Zwane·June 17, 2017

Dear Beloved written by: Grace Zwane @grace_zwane Today dressed my soul in rags Buttoned pain with an ancient...

English Poetry

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Once In A While You Visit: A Memory Of My Great-Grandmother

Arusha Topazzini·June 1, 2017

once in a while you visit: a memory of my great-grandmother written by: Arusha Topazzini @arushatopazzini once...

English Poetry

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The Right Way

Leanne Howard Kenney·May 15, 2017

The Right Way written by: Leanne Howard Kenney @neeneebucket Something reminded me of you And piqued, I...

English Poetry

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Talking To The Water

Angie Brocker·January 23, 2017

Talking to the Water written by: Angie Brocker @angie_brocker Cowards don’t commit suicide Courage lies deep within...

Poetry English Featured Post

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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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