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Imagination

Talida Barbe·June 28, 2023

Imagination written by: Talida Barbe I whisper your name and I think of forests I feel your...

English Poetry

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Please Don’t

Yasleh Hani Wati Mat Yassin·January 28, 2023

Please Don’t written by: Yasleh Hani Wati Mat Yassin Please don’t tell me you’re hurting, cause tonight...

Poetry English

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First Day Down t’Pit

Kay Lesley Reeves·January 23, 2023

First Day Down t’Pit written by: Kay Lesley Reeves Oh it’s a long way down to the...

Poetry English

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Happy Moon

Eileen Clark·January 16, 2023

Happy Moon written by: Eileen Clark @DiixieLove I was kinda sad and low when I went to...

English Poetry

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Crimson Shadows

Veronika Zora·January 7, 2023

Crimson Shadows written by: Veronika Zora from the throat of a peacock crimson shadows dressed up like...

Poetry English

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Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow

Annette Tarpley·December 10, 2022

Yesterday, Today & Tomorrow written by: Annette Tarpley I do believe you remember me Let me refresh...

Poetry English

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Tomorrow, I

Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta·November 22, 2022

Tomorrow, I written by: Sankara Jayanth Sudanagunta @coffeeandhaiku little caterpillar… does it know it will fly?...

English Poetry

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Why Bye Color

C.R. Daugherty·October 14, 2022

Why Bye Color written by: C.R. Daugherty Why fret over a hue of man, or stress half-cocked...

English Poetry

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The Permanence of Tomorrow

Bruce Levine·August 29, 2022

The Permanence of Tomorrow written by: Bruce Levine @brucelevine19 The arithmetic of sensations Floating down like a...

English Poetry

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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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Tell Me Tomorrow

Karen Clark·July 26, 2022

Tell Me Tomorrow From The Book ‘Tell Me Tomorrow and Other Stories’ written by: Karen Clark @KarenCl29896539 ...

Ucraina

Francesco Abate·June 29, 2022

Ucraina written by: Francesco Abate @FrancescoAbate3 Forse sono solo stelle queste luci nel cielo e forse sono...

Poetry International Italian

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The Shadows Are Still There

Ash Douglas·June 23, 2022

The Shadows Are Still There written by: Ash Douglas @Written_In_Ash I stood there high and saw the...

Poetry English

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Springtime

Enrico Barigazzi·May 31, 2022

Springtime written by: Enrico Barigazzi Tomorrow I’ll have seen a blackbird chirping on a magnolia bough its...

English Poetry

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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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