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What is Need?

Christine Piatek·October 11, 2023

What is Need? written by: Christine Piatek Most days, we don’t think, because there’s no need to...

Poetry English

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Dry as a Bone

Fred Shrum·September 18, 2023

Dry as a Bone written by: Fred Shrum @fshrum I need a drink Not just one I...

English Poetry

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Peace Needed

Emma Grigg·July 13, 2023

Peace Needed written by: Emma Grigg @EmmaGrigg1 Children starving on the ground, You eat lavish food and...

Poetry English

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Christmas Eve

Glynn Sinclare·December 24, 2022

Christmas Eve written by: Glynn Sinclare @chitanclare I gaze into a hall. Rainbows bouncing of the walls,...

Poetry Christmas English

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Here I Stand

Kelli J Gavin·August 25, 2022

Here I Stand written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin All of me The good The bad The...

Poetry English

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Mediocrity

Mitch Bensel·July 7, 2022

Mediocrity written by: Mitch Bensel @MitchRambling would you listen if the whisper was full of need drowning...

Poetry English

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Damaged

Katrina Kaye·April 30, 2022

Damaged written by: Katrina Kaye @PoetKatrinaKaye I’ve always been a sucker for a kicked dog, always eager...

Poetry English

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All I Need

Gail Constable·November 26, 2021

All I Need written by: Gail Constable I want to hear the Ocean kiss the sandy Shore,...

Poetry English

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All You Need is Love

Robyn MacKinnon·November 14, 2021

All You Need is Love written by: Robyn MacKinnon @art_rat to fellow wordie these fit so well...

Poetry English Robyn Finds Poetry Robyn MacKinnon

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Two Dollar Talisman

Judge Burdon·July 28, 2021

Two Dollar Talisman written by: Judge Burdon I have never professed to know much, although what I...

Poetry English

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Her Helping Hand

Tyler Jones (ShadowsofAeon)·March 4, 2021

Her Helping Hand written by: ShadowsOfAeon She gave me a rope to help me out Out of...

English Poetry

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Sacrament of Love

Peg Prendeville·July 9, 2020

Sacrament of Love written by: Peg Prendeville Intense eyes absorb attention, holding her gaze in silent rapport....

Poetry English

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Angst

Becca Lotus·July 4, 2020

Angst written by: Becca Lotus Does a poem need angst? To garner the songs of praise? Joy...

English Poetry

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Bring On The Clowns!

Donna Africa·May 13, 2020

Bring On The Clowns! written by: Donna Africa @DonnaAfrica Down, down, down Coming, around, around Where are...

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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