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Una Canción de Amor

Francisco Bravo CabreraMay 17, 2020

Una Canción de Amor written by: Francisco Bravo Cabrera @Francisco_Bravo_Carera Vuelan mis palabras como una canción de amor… Te quiero, te amo, y con e...

PoetrySpanish1 min read

A Song About A Story

Roger TurnerFebruary 15, 2020

A Song About A Story written by: Roger Turner @titansdad I wrote a song about a story about a story about a song Three minutes thirteen seconds So,...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Densógrafo

Romulaizer PardoFebruary 9, 2020

Densógrafo written by: Romulaizer Pardo @RomulaizerPardo Cuando crecí envuelto en una episteme fue tiempo, el mío, de otra. Trascendiendo todo l...

PoetrySpanish2 min read

Heart Song

Tanya RakhFebruary 8, 2020

Heart Song written by: Godfrey Holy and Tanya Rakh I will shut my eyes I will find you here underneath the pain inside this museum of endless hear...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

A Self-Portrait In Letters

Kerri CaldwellJanuary 10, 2020

A Self-Portrait In Letters written by: Kerri Caldwell @KerriCaldwell19 They got me on the run, ethereal and destructive. I’m a kindred spirit...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Entropia

Romulaizer PardoJanuary 8, 2020

Entropia written by: Romulaizer Pardo @RomulaizerPardo Anterior a los soles existía un ruido, un incensante movimiento. Su materia nos persigue,...

PoetrySpanish1 min read

Cracked Concrete Can Still Grow Weeds

Kerri CaldwellNovember 26, 2019

Cracked Concrete Can Still Grow Weeds written by: Kerri Caldwell @KerriCaldwell19 This is who we are now – we like bent and disturbed, ruined...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Sky Song

Tanya RakhSeptember 16, 2019

Sky Song written by: Godfrey Holy and Tanya Rakh a sunset of muscle for memory fibers a sliver of tongue for each grain of pain we seep from thi...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Susana

Rob CookeSeptember 2, 2019

Susana written by: Rob Cooke @BoBarnum1 My sweet, sweet Susana Your hair swishing in the breeze Dancing through the trees of Louisiana My sweet...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Brace Yourself, Boy

Kerri CaldwellJune 12, 2019

Brace Yourself, Boy written by: Kerri Caldwell @KerriCaldwell19 You’re like winter and the rest of us are summer. You kill the things you lov...

EnglishLiterature3 min read

Longevidad De Un Símbolo Quebrado

Romulaizer PardoJune 2, 2019

Longevidad De Un Símbolo Quebrado written by: Romulaizer Pardo @RomulaizerPardo La dureza de las ideas no es el plástico del sentimiento, ¿...

PoetrySpanish1 min read

Ghosts on The Water

Roger TurnerMay 26, 2019

Ghosts on The Water written by: roger turner @titansdad Captains courageous Out hunting for whale Ghosts on the water Still under sail Whales are...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Red Neck River Rat

Rob CookeMarch 7, 2019

Red Neck River Rat written by: Rob Cooke A self proclaimed river rat you said rednecked and barefoot, nervously we met, under the cypress trees, wat...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Take Back The Heartbreak

Tyler JonesSeptember 14, 2016

Take Back The Heartbreak written by: Tyler Jones @ShadowsofAeon Take it back!!!!!! You broke her you demon With no heart she’s consistently bleeding...

English2 min read

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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 ...