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Poetic Flows Podcast

Poetic Flows Podcast

著者: Emerald Book Club
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Welcome to the Poetic Flows Podcast, where the magic of words takes center stage, and emotions find their voice in the art of poetry and spoken word. Join us on a mesmerizing journey through the realms of language, rhythm, and raw human expression. 🎙️ About the Podcast: In each episode of Poetic Flows, we dive deep into the world of poetry and spoken word. Whether you're a seasoned poet, a budding wordsmith, or simply someone who appreciates the beauty of language, this podcast offers something for everyone.Emerald Book Club アート エンターテインメント・舞台芸術
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  • The Light of Learning
    2026/06/22

    The Light of Learning


    Books are keys that open doors,

    To distant lands and unseen shores.

    They teach us lessons, old and new,

    And help us see the world more true.


    A curious mind will always grow,

    Like seeds that bloom when waters flow.

    Each question asked, each fact we learn,

    Becomes a flame that brightly burns.


    The sun may set, the day may end,

    But knowledge stays, a faithful friend.

    It guides our steps through joy and strife,

    And adds great meaning to our life.


    So read, explore, and never cease,

    To seek the wisdom that brings peace.

    For those who learn and dare to dream,

    Can shape the future and make it gleam.


    — Goodness 🌹📚

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    4 分
  • Quiet Reliance Poem
    2026/06/15

    QUIET RELIANCE POEM

    In the quiet hush where dawnlight glows,

    I lay my thoughts where stillness grows.

    Among the leaves my longings fall,

    A silent wish, the softest call.


    https://emeraldbookclub.org/2026/06/15/quiet-reliance-poem/

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    5 分
  • Whispers of the Quiet Grove
    2026/06/01

    WHISPERS OF THE QUIET GROVE

    Beneath the hush of softened skies, Where gentle leaves in silence rise, A heart once torn by storm and grief, Now finds in stillness, sweet relief.

    The winds once howled with cruel disdain, Each whisper laced with ghost of pain, Yet through the thorns, a light did grow— A bond that roots where kindness flows.

    No trumpet call, no grand parade, Just hands that reached and fears that stayed. In loyalty, their warmth was sown, And from despair, new hope was grown.

    Now side by side, through calm or storm, Their hearts entwined in steadfast form. The grove they built from scars and grace— A sacred, ever-blooming place.

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    5 分
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