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Deep, Deep Eternity

Jose A. TovarFebruary 26, 2020

Deep, Deep Eternity written by: Jose A. Tovar I drink your deepest melody— your sweet, sweet serenity. Now I drink this deep eternity— even your de...

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Serene Beauty

Mary BoneMay 20, 2019

Serene Beauty written by: Mary Bone Serene beauty surrounds a painting of a woman. She is waiting for her pumpkin coach. Light and color frame her ...

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The Sanctuary Of My Garden

Fotoula ReynoldsMarch 16, 2019

The Sanctuary Of My Garden written by: Fotoula Reynolds In the honeyed stillness Of the morning I find silence in the slow Way the sun gnaws at My...

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Delusion

Simona PriloganMarch 9, 2019

Delusion written by: Simona Prilogan @SCotidian While running back to the olden times imagining the intervals when you went away for a while, th...

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As It is Below

Any1markDecember 8, 2018

As It is Below written by: Any1mark @any1mark66 I jump into the water Waves swallow me whole Caresses of silent cocoon Sole sensation drowns the w...

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Slumber

Ricky HawthorneDecember 2, 2018

Slumber written by: Ricky Hawthorne @searsjames A sunbeam slumbers by me, weightless and serene Careless of the atoms smashing through the screen U...

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Autumn

Yash TiwariSeptember 23, 2018

Autumn written by: Yash Tiwari It is warm outside, The warmth of serenity. It is chilly, too. The chills of amenity. The trees. Oh! How alluring ...

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And Still I Rise

Khalid BelkhalfiJune 19, 2018

And Still I Rise written by: Khalid Belkhalfi Anger is spitting its hate on my innocent face Nights, I cannot sleep in this mysterious place Deafeni...

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Winter Is Wonderful

Linda DobinsonDecember 21, 2017

Winter Is Wonderful written by: Linda Dobinson @LindaDobinson27 A winter's morn cold and clear warm breath hangs on the air for a moment then disap...

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Lilium

Endri GuriApril 26, 2017

Lilium written by: Endri Guri My last hour, my brightest day; My last walk with the living, in my coffin of regret. Ah, joyous Delirium; weep for ...

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A Piece Of Peace

Don KnowlesOctober 13, 2016

A piece of peace written by: Don Knowles @DonKnowles3 A piece of peace A slice of serenity Each section of life Birth right to this solace In each di...

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This Place Of Awe

Lily AdamsSeptember 13, 2016

This Place Of Awe written by: Lily Adams @lalalilypops Our persona fades from view As up and up our souls are lifted To meet with nature herself And...

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Ocean

IngelaJuly 6, 2016

OCEAN written by: Ingela(saja) @ingelasaja The Sea is calling me, its' beauty is stunning. The moon wants to shine and the waves enjoy running... T...

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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 ...