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Garden of Roses

Elizabeth O. Ogunmodede·January 12, 2021

Garden of Roses written & performed by: Elizabeth O. Ogunmodede Charming and rosy they appeared from the...

Poetry English

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Sweet Bells

Salome Hassana Tsado·December 23, 2020

Sweet Bells written by: Salome Tsado Sweet charming bells! Sweet clashing pots, Cakes and drinks rising, Joy...

Poetry Christmas English

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Cravings

Azumee·November 21, 2020

Cravings written by: Azumee I miss the taste of wine, Cakes with cherries on top. I miss the...

Poetry English

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Sweet and Spice

Vahid Husen Sayyad·November 4, 2020

Sweet and Spice written by: Vahid Husen Sayyad @v1sayyad You and Me being One.. It’ll be Amazingly...

English Poetry

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Oh So Sweet

Emma L Flint·October 30, 2020

Oh So Sweet written by: Emma L Flint @LiterateElf All Hallow’s Eve, Such a devilish holiday. The...

Poetry English Halloween

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Token of Love

David Olatubosun·September 22, 2020

Token of Love written by: David Olatubosun @davidolatubosun Sweet fragrance of love From the depth of lonely...

English Poetry

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Primo Incontro

Stefano Polo·September 20, 2020

Primo Incontro written by: Stefano Polo Come posso dimenticare il primo giorno che ti incontrai… Il mio...

International Italian Poetry

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Sweet Comfort from my friend, Sharon

Joan McNerney·September 4, 2020

Sweet Comfort from my friend, Sharon written by: Joan McNerney After eating three cookies, memories of being...

Poetry English

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You Are Sweeter Than Honeydew

Mónika Tóth·July 10, 2020

You Are Sweeter Than Honeydew written by: Mónika Tóth Dedicated to my sweet Romanian friend Vasile ...

Poetry English

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Harlem

Spillwords·May 17, 2020

Harlem a poem by: Langston Hughes What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like...

English Literary Greats Poetry

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Sometimes The River Runs To Me

David Barry Temple·May 4, 2020

Sometimes The River Runs To Me written by: David Barry Temple Sometimes the river runs to me...

Poetry English

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China Grass Halwa

Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca·January 13, 2020

China Grass Halwa written by: Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca My home has square footage, My aunt’s home in...

Poetry English

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Gift Wrapped Kisses

Kayleigh Merchant·December 18, 2019

Gift Wrapped Kisses written by: Kayleigh Merchant Gift Wrapped Kisses. Beautiful snowflakes sprinkled throughout the icy frosted...

English Poetry Christmas

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Three Grams of Sugar

Robin McNamara·November 30, 2019

Three Grams of Sugar written by: Robin McNamara @thewindingroad1 A sugar cube weighs Three grams. Your sweetened...

Poetry English Featured Post

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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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