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Certi Luoghi

Raffaella MassariFebruary 23, 2020

Certi Luoghi written by: Raffaella Massari Non è chiaro Il potere che hanno certi luoghi amati. Donano inizi ad ogni ritorno e lasciano vuoti da...

InternationalItalianPoetry0 min read

Dreams

Elaine MarieDecember 30, 2019

Dreams written by: Elaine Marie @ElaineMarieCar1 My feet feel the grain of the sand underneath and my hair smells of salts from the wind. My eye has...

EnglishPoetry2 min read

The Places Which Are Mine

Linda M. CrateJuly 15, 2019

The Places Which Are Mine written by: Linda M. Crate @thysilverdoe i am a wild bird will fight talon and beak with authority against any who se...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Birthday

Meghashri DalviMay 30, 2019

Birthday written by: Meghashri Dalvi It was bright outside when John got up. First spring flowers lent fresh colors to the garden below. Walking ...

EnglishLiterature2 min read

Dreamland

Jack Wolfe FrostMay 29, 2019

Dreamland written by: Jack Wolfe Frost @JackWolfeWriter Drowning in dreamland dry riverbed of wails, Twisted blue waters in the desert of sad tales,...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Bucks II

RichFebruary 5, 2019

Bucks II written by: Rich @H3Richard Be a prince or Princes Risborough The Lower, Upper Icknield Way See, wander, the church at Ellesborough Whi...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

Bucks

RichDecember 29, 2018

Bucks written by: Rich @H3Richard The pride of the shire's with its rolling hills Of Fingest, Skirmett and Cobstone Mill Of The Prime Minister's ...

EnglishPoetry0 min read

I Love The Night

Suzy DaviesJune 6, 2018

I Love The Night written by: Suzy Davies @birdwriter7 I love the night, dark enclosed spaces, when the mind can wander to any places, when realit...

EnglishPoetry2 min read

Exploring Champaign

Natasha KhalidMarch 11, 2018

Exploring Champaign written by: Natasha Khalid @natashablogs Inspired by Instagram accounts and upsurging travel industry, traveling to a destinati...

ArticleEnglishPhotography5 min read

The Flow

William T FearbyNovember 15, 2017

The flow written by: William T Fearby When you first sit down to write let it flow Open up your mind and let your inhibitions go Your wor...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

Depth Charge

Gavin HaycockOctober 14, 2017

Depth Charge written by: Gavin Haycock @poetry_pieces waves of blue meteorite showers reign supreme with this spinning plateau as mercurial shafts o...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

The Sands Of Many Houses

Mark TarrenOctober 10, 2017

The Sands of Many Houses written by: Mark Tarren I I was born just outside Paris, Texas on videocassette inside a room full of smoke. Just out...

EnglishPoetry2 min read

June Road Trip

Cindy MedinaJuly 23, 2017

June Road Trip written by: Cindy Medina @Cindy_M65 Ghostly gray fronds of desert rain sweeps mountains, drops hailstones in their wake. * Lone ol...

EnglishPoetry3 min read

Other Places By The Sea

Gavin HaycockMay 24, 2017

Other places by the sea written by: Gavin Haycock @poetry_pieces now, here, by sea commas dragging as if anchors a point to make against the pull o...

EnglishPoetry1 min read

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 ...