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THRILL OF LATE SUMMER

...SEASONS NOW AND AFTER Poetry Contest
Nette Onclaud
8/8/25

As summer winds to an end, there's a pitch
Summer's last breath rocks with school-aged kids
Soon, the air will be filled with exciteme...

Ways of Providence

...My mind shudders at the memory of a dark day in my life when our son, a late boon into our arid life- (the one born to us after twelve years of long waiting,) was admitted in the ICU, almost lifeless...

The Fans view Bless you Jaddu

...
In Test cricket…we talk quite a bit about the assumption to be a hit…need gumption and grit…another platitude about the right attitude at any latitude…selectors gratitude for vigour..rigour..fortit...

Yearning Into Reverie

...On dark, cold soil,
atop the soaring green turf,
lay cold, rusty, nostalgic houses.

The path that led to them
was faded and shallow,
with the feeling
it could cave in
at any moment.

Scatt...

Virat Kohli

...Virat..never ersatz..fat cat with the bat

Look at record book stats in every format

Kerching bling King of tats

Vicious & pernicious in the ring

Kohli kidology methodology thing


Tit ...

Why Your Cities Burn, Part V

......A jolt ran though the broken men,
like wraiths they rose, streamed for the door,
Gobayth waved them on until
nobody remained anymore.
They raced on towards the small hut
where all of the pick...

Under the Ocean

...Swimming under the surface of the Pacific
Past the border of the ocean
Where the two meet, brown and blue.
Met by tiny swimming jewels here,
Living within the tall crystals,
The ecosystem of cry...

Helene, the afterglow

...

Shouting, over the sounds of rain, feelings
more commanding than the season’s pain
erasing the hope from hearts, but who’s to blame
for the night’s lure in pieces of yesterdays
wondering,...

Mute, No More

...Today, March 8th is International Women’s Day. After centuries of relentless struggle, are women happier today…? Can’t say! Despite all claims to equality and progress, women are still at the back se...

Amuse Me

...Amuse me and set my spirit free
Amuse me and write a poem for me
The days are swiftly passing by and
And I have a mission to complete before
I die, the sun is moving towards the East
But the jou...

Self Love

...*“The evil that man do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;” 
Shakespeare in Julius Caesar


                            Self Love

Time has now dawned to start loving ...

Clocked

...hands steady, painting days wanning now wearing shades
of hours
clocks run blind tocs, with tics wildly lying
months lurk like monks or thugs,
deeply hooded
in a guise of weeks muttering ridicul...

Dusty Box of Memories

..."Photographs escort us to hidden recesses of memory and bring before us rare moments lost in time"... By Poet

Flitting through the pages of an old album,
Picked up from an abandoned dusty box, 
...

Time Never Sits For No One

...Time stops for no one Poetry Contest
Sara Jama



From the first heartbeat to the very last
From the first cry to the last gasp
Life and time rise and then fall
The hands on the external cloc...

In an Instant

...

             In an Instant

A towering temple of trust 
Is not built in a day, in an instant
But spans over years and years;

From laying of its base of sincerity
To its inner shrine of be...

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