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Believe

Dessy Tsvetkova·September 18, 2023

Believe written by: Dessy Tsvetkova Some day, I know it, we will meet again and all the...

English Poetry

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Tell My Daughter

Hawla Riza·September 14, 2023

Tell My Daughter written by: Hawla Riza @HawlaRiza Tell my daughter- that she came bearing silver lines...

English Poetry

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Our December

Vasiliki Petroudi·June 2, 2023

Our December written by: Vasiliki Petroudi @VPetroudi It was that snowy white day Our bodies shivering in...

English Poetry

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Move Eastward, Happy Earth

Spillwords·April 23, 2023

Move Eastward, Happy Earth a poem by: Alfred Lord Tennyson Move eastward, happy earth, and leave Yon...

Poetry English Literary Greats

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The Silver Grace

James Walmsley·February 25, 2023

The Silver Grace written by: James Walmsley Gone is the day of the sheeted mast, sail ships...

English Poetry Featured Post

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Silver Stones

Tina Hudak·February 9, 2023

Silver Stones written by: Tina Hudak The hand-beaded necklace, knotted with stones small and silver, kept falling...

Literature English

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Adam’s Ale

Introverted Thoughts·February 6, 2023

Adam’s Ale written by: Introverted Thoughts Hoarse visions and misty revolutions – Shrivelled, turbid and warm, Drip...

Poetry English

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Santa Loves His Silver Sleigh

Vickie Johnstone·December 17, 2022

Santa Loves His Silver Sleigh written by: Vickie Johnstone @vickiejohnstone Santa comes but once a year, his...

Poetry Christmas English

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Silver Cross Mother

Roger Turner·November 11, 2022

Silver Cross Mother written by: Roger Turner @titansdad There are five stages to grieving I’ve been through...

English Poetry

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Przyjmij Nas Srebrnołuki Febie

Konrad Stawiarski·May 25, 2022

PRZYJMIJ NAS SREBRNOŁUKI FEBIE written by: Konrad Stawiarski Usłysz mnie, Srebrnołuki, złoty FEBIE idei Greków, To Ty,...

International Poetry Polish

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Mirrored Reflection

Verona Jones·February 4, 2022

Mirrored Reflection written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Shimmering image slowly appears tracing ancient runes that glimmer. Inside a...

English Poetry

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As Fathers Fish and Mothers Smile

James Walmsley·August 16, 2021

As Fathers Fish and Mothers Smile written by: James Walmsley The river meanders on its way to...

English Poetry

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Little Angel

Peace Nkeiruka Maduako·August 2, 2021

Little Angel written by: Peace Nkeiruka Maduako Clouds were parting Colored white and bluish, Roses went a’driftin...

Poetry English

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Betrayal

Ger White·May 7, 2021

Betrayal written by: Ger White That knife in the gut by the smiling monk The stab in...

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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