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The Yellow Leaf

Bipul Banerjee ('Dusk')·November 22, 2023

The Yellow Leaf written by: Bipul Banerjee It was time for the yellow leaf To disengage and...

Poetry English

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Shadows on The Moon

Roger Turner·October 26, 2023

Shadows on The Moon written by: Roger Turner @titansdad Now’s the time where magic starts to change...

Featured Post 13 Days of Halloween English Poetry Halloween

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Taoist Song

Linda Marie Hilton·September 27, 2023

Taoist Song written by: Linda Marie Hilton “I will cast out Wisdom and reject Learning. My thoughts...

Poetry English

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Far-flung Dust

Claire L. Marsh·September 12, 2023

Far-flung Dust written by: Claire L. Marsh @ClaireL_M You and I are one and the same I’ve...

English Poetry

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Timelessness

Hend Hamed Ezzeldin·September 12, 2023

Timelessness written by: Hend Hamed Ezzeldin @hendhamed84 Immerse in nihilism, sink into non-existence, enjoy annihilation. I want...

English Poetry

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Is This How It’ll Be?

Bradley·July 17, 2023

Is This How It’ll Be? written by: Bradley is this how it’ll be? left with a daunting...

Poetry English

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It’s Never Goodbye

Francisco Bravo Cabrera·July 13, 2023

It’s Never Goodbye written by: Francisco Bravo Cabrera It’s never a goodbye… One more kiss to close...

Poetry English

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This Purgatory

Ash Douglas·July 10, 2023

This Purgatory written by: Ash Douglas @Written_In_Ash white white everywhere no walls no floor no ceiling just...

Poetry English

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Slight Beauty

Ampat Varghese Koshy·June 20, 2023

Slight Beauty written by: Ampat Varghese Koshy @terrestrian autumn blue your percussion, strings, and horns rain gold...

Poetry English

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Du Bist, Wie Du Bist

Suman Pokhrel·June 14, 2023

Du Bist, Wie Du Bist written by: Suman Pokhrel @sumanpokhrel translated by: Margaret Saine Wenn ich auf...

International Poetry German

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Hold On

Kelli J Gavin·May 31, 2023

Hold On written by: Kelli J Gavin @KelliJGavin I always heard that when you find someone you...

Poetry English

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Nightingale

Magdalena Podobińska·May 9, 2023

Nightingale written by: Magdalena Podobińska @Madzia33 sometimes I wish I could pretend then the pain would end and...

Poetry English

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Think Not

Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris·March 27, 2023

Think Not written by: Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris Think not that my skin is pocked and mottled because I...

Poetry English

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Welcome to the Folded Void

Heath Brougher·March 14, 2023

Welcome to the Folded Void written by: Heath Brougher I can’t remember the last time I dreamt of...

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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