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My Heart In A Bottle

Ash DouglasMay 22, 2020

My Heart In A Bottle written by: Ash Douglas @ALittlePunAsh Like a bottle in a vast ocean… I’m drifting further and further from your beautif...

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Marien Maiden, poetry written by Martina Rimbaldo at Spillwords.com

Marine Maiden

Martina RimbaldoMay 20, 2020

Marine Maiden written by: Martina Rimbaldo @MartinaRimbaldo Full moon lights up a little black robe which the Heavenly vault has placed upon himself th...

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Ignis Fatuus

Priya Dolma TamangApril 20, 2020

Ignis Fatuus written by: Priya Dolma Tamang @kulvadana The air could not be as bounteously gravid with the sky climaxing into dawn, soggy with reve...

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Ash to Dust

Ash DouglasMarch 27, 2020

Ash to Dust written by: Ash Douglas @ALittlePunAsh I look, turn around, and see your face then, it falls away like dust like a living dream not ...

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Unconditionally

Alta H MabinMarch 3, 2020

Unconditionally written by: Alta H Mabin @h_mabin I have gathered All the pieces Our every moment Memories I hold onto The long walks With sand ...

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Missing

Tori StambaughMarch 2, 2020

Missing written by: Tori Stambaugh some days i wake and i can’t find her, she doesn’t answer when i call, she vanishes for a little wh...

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Guitar Chord, Hospital Ward

Daisy KingJanuary 4, 2020

Guitar Chord, Hospital Ward written by: Daisy King @stormsinteacups I still look for you, not as often as I used to, but still, I do, mostly every...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

The Kanzan

Massimiliano (Max) BianchiDecember 10, 2019

The Kanzan written by: Massimiliano (Max) Bianchi @mb470102 The Kanzan is now calling Joy, sadness, delusion My emotions are all gathering And I s...

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Dear Austin II

Tylia FloresDecember 9, 2019

Dear Austin II written by: Tylia Flores @stompingoncp1 It has been 365 days since I last heard from you, I don't even seem to understand why I'm...

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Stella

Emma K. LeadleyDecember 3, 2019

Stella written by: Emma K. Leadley @autoerraticism Only small things went missing at first; a hair clip, a teaspoon. I would shake my head and laug...

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On Missing Yiou Too Soon, poetry by Doug Stanfield at Spillwords.com

On Missing You Too Soon

Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay)September 27, 2019

Saying Goodbye Part XI On Missing You Too Soon written by: Doug Stanfield (Hemmingplay) @hemmingplay I imagine the differences ... The unfamili...

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Always You

Aishwarya ChauhanSeptember 25, 2019

Always You written by: Aishwarya Chauhan Outside of the windows The white layer of snow The cold wind blows Temperature is low In our bedroom ...

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Even If You’d Make Me Bleed

Linda M. CrateSeptember 23, 2019

Even If You'd Make Me Bleed written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe just because you don't see any worth doesn't mean i don't have any, i am goi...

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Fishes and Me

Kuni ShimizuJuly 11, 2019

Fishes and Me written by: Kuni Shimizu Like most any kids, I did my share of fishing when I was small. In the area where I lived, there were many po...

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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 ...