And God said  I was there with you when every last gasp of breath was gone I cried every tear you shed torrents of tears for every one you bled when your tears dried up mine fell you thought it … Continue reading →

ENTRE LUCES Sibilino el viento acariciaba mi faz su enagua parda arrastraba la tarde haciendo de su perfección alarde cedió sus pupilas al crepúsculo, y el disfraz. Inmarcesible prendió la rosa roja al atardecer pétalos eran sus labios donde asomaba … Continue reading →

Poem by Mandour Saleh Hikel   Places and faces and….,… Places and faces… Frames and dates Hardware Software Come on participate Try to trace the madness of reality Try visualizing the vision of nonsensicality Slip yourself into a gray dream … Continue reading →

Poemas de Elva Orozco   MI NOCHE INOLVIDABLE Me bebo la noche a tragos,. . . no me resignaré jamás no me resignaré jamás, a pensar siquiera que lo nuestro has olvidado, . . . los días y las noches que … Continue reading →

Poezi nga Lulzim Kalaj   Kam muejt… Kam muejt me hy mrena syve tu, E prej andej n’gjithë shpirtin tand, Kam qesh e kja,e shpesh idhnu, E prapë kam lyp me hy se s’ban. Kam muejt me njoftë shumë yje … Continue reading →

Poem by Alicia Minjarez Ramírez   CANVAS OF PAPER Skin trails For so much loving you. Millions of stars Sheltering my being; The recalcitrant Tremulous brightness Of my broken dreams… Reflected Over canvas of paper.

Poezi nga Xhevahir Cirongu   Porta e vjetër Tek gurët e portës së vjetër Dhimbjen e mallin aty i gjeta, Loti s’ishte tharë, pas kaq vitesh Eja, bir më tha, me dhimbje Aty te rrasa e gurit me myshk Me … Continue reading →

Poezi nga Ermira Mitre     MERRMA SHPIRTIN   Merrma shpirtin, fole bëma, për shtegtarët e robëruar, shpresën rrite, fije bari prej tokës së amëshuar; Merrma frymën, erë bëma, farë gruri të ç’mbështjellë, të mbijë larg, në fushat varg, që … Continue reading →

Munir Mezyed The true poet or artist is the one who immerses himself in mystical adventures, and does not allow his thirst for knowledge to be strangled by the inherited beliefs. I am I am what I have made of … Continue reading →

Poèmes de Manuel RENAUD     Quatre nuages dans le vent   Voilé Soleil Dévoilé Alternance atmosphérique Un ciel hésitant Quatre nuages dans le vent Entre gris et blancs Sur ce bleu printemps Il a plu Sur le jardin Sur … Continue reading →

Poem by Sehma Helaa   *** To thee Lord of the seven skies , I laid a beseeching hand , a stream of green wishes that never dies , I laid a bunch of prayers , woven in a dejected soul … Continue reading →