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You don’t need to speak Chinese to tune into this channel. Tea Tales unwraps the wisdom of Chinese idioms, steeped in history and meaning, then rebrews them into lyrical English poems. Whether you’re a language lover, poetry enthusiast, or cultural explorer, let these lyrical interpretations bridge East and West in a beautifully poetic way.
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I have always wanted to share and connect to the world all my feelings without been afraid of showing the suppressed me so here is where u get a full imagination of how my brains work
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Poems To Calm Down To is a podcast for those who are seeking peace and self-compassion. The podcast explores the personal growth journey of a young poet who tries to understand life on her own terms, and discovers the beauty of forgiveness, maturity and acceptance. Each episode unravels a new sensitivity to the magic of adulthood and the wonders of leaving the past behind. Millions of listeners seek out Bingepods (Ideabrew Studios Network content) every day. Get in touch with us to advertise ...
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हैलो दोस्तों, मेरा नाम सूरज कुमार है और मैं यहाँ अपनी लिखी हिन्दी में कवितायें और कहानियाँ डालूँगा।
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Poems for Thought

Noori Choudhary

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Listening to inspiring poems makes you think. In this podcast, hopefully you will think about the morals of these poems, and in general, the beauty of the structure of the poems.
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Original Work VIETNAMESE poems. THIÊN ĐƯỜNG MƠ Đây là bài thơ đầu tiên tôi đã làm khi Sống tại USA, nhớ lại tư tưởng của tuổi bé thơ đầy mơ mộng thần tiên, nay đã trưởng thành cảm nhận được đời thực tế trong thế gian này.
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These are real-life experiences involving people and places. Experiences which you can share with friends one time, every time. These are based on true incidents, anecdotes, and exciting experiences. Simple narrative but highly relatable. Listen to them and you will find a reflection of your friends, your place and your experiences in them. On the side, there is heart-felt poems, true to life narrative and all original content which is relatable to all. Follow us on Instagram https://instagr ...
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Listen Hindi Poems Read Poems on our Website :- https://kavyapal.blogspot.com Follow us on Facebook :- https://www.facebook.com/kavyapalofficial Follow us on Twitter:- https://twitter.com/kavyapal_Poems Follow us on Instagram:- https://www.instagram.com/kavyapal_poems
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Welcome to Artipod, where the artistic side of words and memories meets the joy of self-expression. I'm Besart, your host, and on this podcast I share my love for writing by bringing my emotions in the form of poems a bit closer to your life. Join me on this expression through the verses. Each episode will be a heartfelt exploration of thoughts, memories and emotions. Artipod is a space where the simplicity of spoken words in combination with the depth that sounds bring forms a narrative tha ...
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Just Poems

Rebecca Joseph

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My Nanna is my ultimate best friend. We share a love for music, poetry, and arts. Her words are always lovely and deep and full of emotions. Let me share some of our favorite poems through this podcast show.
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Poems for Orry

Nicole Thelen

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Welcome! On this podcast I assemble and read my favorite poems for my favorite gumby. Cover art photo provided by Ksenia Makagonova on Unsplash: https://unsplash.com/@dearseymour
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Language is an art, poetry a boon... I write my poems in both traditional verse forms and free verse form in my mother tongue Tamil. I have assumed the pseudonym Vennkotran. Listen to my poems rendered in my own voice and let me know your comments...
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Time to take a break and just relax. These are a few stories and poems to listen to narrated by actress Jane Merrow, even some written by her! Jane has had an over 50 year career, with many credits. Jane received a Golden Globe nomination, when she co-starred as ' Alais' in 'THE LION IN WINTER", with Peter O'Toole, Katharine Hepburn, Anthony Hopkins and Timothy Dalton, Jane has also worked with Patrick McGoohan, Roger Moore, Lee Majors, Leonard Nimoy, Tom Selleck among many others.
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Fireside Poems

Fireside Poems

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Each week Dr. J shares a poem from one of the nineteenth-century American Fireside Poets, reading it aloud and commenting on it to enhance the listener’s enjoyment of the poem.
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This podcast presents Hindi poetry, Ghazals, songs, and Bhajans written by me. इस पॉडकास्ट के माध्यम से मैं स्वरचित कवितायेँ, ग़ज़ल, गीत, भजन इत्यादि प्रस्तुत कर रहा हूँ Awards StoryMirror - Narrator of the year 2022, Author of the month (seven times during 2021-22) Kalam Ke Jadugar - Three Times Poet of the Month. Sometimes I also collaborate with other musicians & singers to bring fresh content to my listeners. Always looking for fresh voices. Write to me at [email protected] #Hind ...
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This is a volume of Canadian poet Arthur Weir. Many of the poems are set around the turn of a year, referencing the season in different ways, and touching upon almost every emotion and association we might connect with winter. - Summary by Carolin
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You’re like a paragraph in a book, he says, folding a dollar bill into an origami ring at the bar, and I’m not sure if it’s an insult. He slips the ring onto my forefinger: don’t get too excited. Should I apologize to you or myself or the woman who loved him before? I stay for the story. He is the only one who can make me laugh during an argument. …
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After a long hiatus, our poet returns to share her thoughts, emotions and vulnerabilities. In this episode, she explores the idea of radically accepting joy. She comes to terms with the fact that people may judge her or try to diminish the value in her special moments, but she knows she deserves to embrace things that make her feel good. As she put…
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Recovery” is a raw, poetic journey through pain, healing, and hope. Spoken from multiple perspectives—including the voice of addiction, prayer, and divine reassurance—it explores what it means to break, survive, and begin again. With introspective grace and powerful imagery, this piece honors every step of the healing process—both the silent strugg…
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Double-check you have not morphed into wax.Are the appendages protruding from the trunkof your body still soft skin, or have you hardenedyour armor like they taught you in eighth gradewhen a car flattened your cat at your Christmas party?You cried. You watched as he twitchedand his insides squelched onto the pavement,and when he became still, his b…
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When the blues find where I’ve been hiding,They pile on like puppies—so damn excited to see me. These days, I’m into cats, brother. You know, maybe one will rub up against me,once in awhile, or meow enoughuntil I give it what it wants—usually my food and then, my appetite. But the dogs, man…they just don’t stop—yipping, nipping, slobbering—all fuck…
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My mother’s half brother wore a blue herringbone tweed jacket with padded elbows to her funeral / The kind worn by a caricature of a substitute teacher or traveling salesman or a freshly sober high school dropout / He told us to call him Uncle Loser & used to whisper to us in the back of his trailer the same three ghost stories every summer / The o…
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They call one bulldagger.I heard them say she spreads women’s legs that's all she does, but I know her. She builds entire worlds where their mouths cannot go,their eyes cannot perceive.What they wonder is who she fucksand how they are going to have more childrenin the world, and there is more to loving a woman. I know because I hold them two inside…
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I want to be: a good boy, your domesticated coyote. My tongue’s handwriting is the shape of your bodyunshaved and without a shower.They need us to feel disgusted with ourselves, so you committo my appetite unreserved. You become tender only while listening to crust punk and letting my fingers impersonate what I really want. The moon is a cuck watch…
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I’m on the floor again, and that isn’t a metaphor for rock bottom. My new therapist asked me how I did it. How I managed to keep myself safe all these years. For the first time in over a decade, I was honest: I don’t remember. The meds are working, too, I think. Though after they unfurl my patterns, my dreams of precision, all the rot turns to trem…
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We open with a stationary shot of me in my office, a pride flag on the wall behind me. An offscreen bonfire flickers in my eyes, and the savvy viewer will read this as a symbol of both passion and hunger, and before they can ask where it comes from I begin to speak:“I’m a therapist and community organizer living in Cambridge, Massachusetts, this is…
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In August it’s hard not to want – everything heavy with it – ginkgo fruitrots on sidewalks, sweat falls down spines,the whole beast city breathes in smog and breathes out low clouds dropping lightning. Confused,a little, reading subway signsfor revelation, it all comes upwonder – which pre-historic lizarddragged itself up into daylight justso you c…
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We learned to love the birds. The backyard bird with her black cap and white cheeks. The flicker so flirty in his polka dot dress and red scarf. The bus-stop-bird who mocked us each morning with a mixtape of songsby someone else. We learned to love the bones. The mismatched shingles on the mansard roof and the pumpkin-colored door. The wrought iron…
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We failed, you & I, to care for plants we potted at the start of summer—lamb’s ear & lavender, one for each pocket. You told me you loved to stroke the soft fur of the hedgenettle & the smell of your hands upon pinching a switch of lavender & I said I loved our hands together, futuring something into soil.Then we failed in miniature each day, forge…
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They say it can’t be, but it is, perfect.What they don’t know is that clocks circle the drainlike pasta water,unasked questionswe both knowanswers for. Aftersome time weactually did becomepsychic—I knowanother life flickerssomewhere in yourmind, yet you comehome to guess atThe Price Is Right.It says I haveseen what God doesand the endoscopy,and I c…
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It’s not about who made the mistake with the wrong address in the GPS getting us to Brooklyn an hour late, is it?It’s about your retirement and our finances,and a 20-something living in our housewithout employment but with a car payment.It’s about the four scrapings the dermatologist didthis summer to determine if I have another basal cell carcinom…
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that's a euphemism—yes, i have cavities,but it means i am bullet train, boundfor collision. i am jar of marbles brokenacross a concrete floor. i am the riseof the seas. what i lack in control i make upfor in firepower and i should not be givenan excuse to start shooting. i am landslidetornado earthquake wildfire, ready to raisehell, ask questions l…
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Here we are among snow and ash. Cracked from saw or harsh November winds. We are wood always moving. Bit of flesh from birch, oak, cedar. Stacked for burning. Once I was home to a little ant, he swallowed my bones. Built a little city. More crawled in. They made me warm in winter. Little curling creatures. I said, soak more from soil, make each spl…
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On PCHsomewhereMalibu—going north not quite yet atPoint Dume,two biker boys,not quite men,stopped at a red light.Underneath hiero-glyphic hand signsa single red rosein handoutstretched.Electricity wrinkledbetween them,All-Americanrose received,ugly-beautiful bag scene.This scene was recalled to melike a home-moviedancing on the TV.————————————–Matt…
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Talking shit, like you know about cracked knuckles and flamin hots with pickle juice. Or the broken heat lamps on the El, or getting high off a lakefront. Yesterday, I counted every duck at the lake and called them my woes. By hook by crook by crooked alderman, you learn that the trap that stays shut is the trap that starves. No one will beat or bi…
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Send us a text It was a ferocious storm, the rain was at its thundering best and the lighting was adding to the overall environment. Somewhere in the middle of the night, Junior, my pet dog started barking, it was not his usual behaviour, but then it wasn't a usual night. We have entered into season 5 with Kisse Ka Hissa. We are planning to dig a l…
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