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THREE

TM DiSarro·June 12, 2020

THREE written by: TM DiSarro @tmdisarro I’m so much more than what I write Some clever lines,...

English Poetry

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Flap! Flap!! Flap!!!

Abunic Sherif II·March 26, 2020

Flap! Flap!! Flap!!! (The Stubborn Bird) written by: Abunic Sherif II Dried eyes dared to roam rainy...

English Poetry

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In This Weird Room

Jayanta Bhaumik·March 24, 2020

In This Weird Room written by: Jayanta Bhaumik @BhaumikJayanta In a room of this house, there is...

Poetry English

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Migrating Cranes

Judit Katalin Hollos·March 17, 2020

Migrating Cranes written by: Judit Katalin Hollos @Juditka1982 migrating cranes – a comet of elderflowers in our...

English Poetry

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Dawn To His Night

Saahil Tatkare·March 16, 2020

Dawn To His Night written by: Saahil Tatkare It’s been so long, that He’s been trying to...

English Poetry

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Our Funeral

Karen Mooney·March 14, 2020

Our Funeral written by: Karen Mooney @1karenmooney There were no flowers or cards of condolence Yet there...

Poetry English Featured Post

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White Cloak

Gabriel·March 2, 2020

White Cloak written by: Gabriel My summer smells like deadlines, for lifelines kill themselves sometime near spring,...

Poetry English

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School of The Electric Fence

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)·February 28, 2020

School of The Electric Fence written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay I suppose I knew this, once...

Doug Stanfield English Poetry

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A Mosquito

Siva Wright·February 24, 2020

A Mosquito written by: Siva Wright i return to you like a mosquito on a rainy evening...

Poetry English

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Rosa Roja

Jose A Gomez·February 19, 2020

Rosa Roja written by: José A Gómez Rosa roja, nueva flor, sentimientos en mi nacen, tu presencia...

Jose A Gomez Poetry Spanish

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Dancing Free

Sheri M. Stewart·February 8, 2020

Dancing Free written by: Sheri M. Stewart I’m moving on and dancing free breaking away from this...

English Poetry

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Aqueduct

Eliza Segiet·February 5, 2020

Poetry Polish English International

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Il Mandarino Solitario

Francesco Abate·January 26, 2020

Il Mandarino Solitario written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Un mandarino solitario appeso al ramo guarda malinconico la...

Poetry International Italian

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The Lake In The Mist

Haril Vyas·January 21, 2020

The Lake In The Mist written by: Haril Vyas There’s a sense of emptiness inside me, As...

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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