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When an Angel Cries

When an Angel Cries

A Poem by jacob erin-cilberto


When an Angel Cries the rhythm in her eyes vastly disturbing like crushed ice she stares coldly at the sun his hand on hers no pulse to her love within the womb of her tears resides a smile just waiting ..
Life's Like That.

Life's Like That.

A Story by Marie


The story of two batchelor brothers. One of who lost the love of his life through the disapproval of his mother for his girlfriend. Snobbery was alive and well in those days in Ireland, dear reader...
Curse, curse, curse

Curse, curse, curse

A Poem by Arundass TP


Is symphony
River of Life.

River of Life.

A Poem by Marie


Sourced at birth It glides swiftly through time Rising - falling Swelling - ebbing Gushing - flowing Skimming - drifting Swirling - winding through the years. The ages of man Never stoppi..
Lethal Temptation.

Lethal Temptation.

A Poem by Marie


Fatal temptation, lover of yore. Into my life you have entered once more. Taken by surprise, memories’ guest. Remembering ‘our time’ and feeling quite blessed. Time is our master, so little left. Enjoying your company, at..
Saturday Chores.

Saturday Chores.

A Story by Marie


In the mid 50’s, children in 5th and 6th class Primary School had school on Saturday mornings from 9.30am to 12.30pm, at least we did in the County Kerry town in which I grew up. If there was no school on a particular Saturday morning,..
You Can Call Me Al

You Can Call Me Al

A Poem by Pete


What old people say you cannot do, you try and find that you can. Old deeds for old people, and new deeds for new. - Thoreau
THE PRIZE

THE PRIZE

A Story by Carola


This piece was emailed to me & I thought it would have some meaning for everyone, and so wanted to share it 🙂 The thoughtful author who wrote this is unknown.
A Tortured Soul.

A Tortured Soul.

A Poem by Marie


Note: This poem is not a personal write. It is my muse writing on what life can be like for a beautiful soul living in a world where light does not enter as reflected in a very dear friend of mine...
The Sky Calls

The Sky Calls

A Poem by Thomas W Case


Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_3mjQqmUguo

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