Irene Gruss Kalendari poetik: Irene Gruss (1950-2018) Poete argjentinase, sot më 31 gusht do të mbushte 69. Dashuria e saj e parë qe muzika, por më vonë iu kushtua krejtësisht poezisë. Ja një poezi nga poetja që ndrroi jetë vitin … Continue reading
Poesie di Anna DI PRINCIPE È DI NUOVO CIELO Tra voli di candide ali alle foglie m’avvinghio in cima all’albero dei sogni. Non ho freddo e neppure caldo posso ascoltare piccoli suoni. Tutto si allontana… Mi sospendo. Sto in … Continue reading
Poezi nga Lida Lazaj HIPOTEKË Kur babai mendoi, se erdhi koha për t`ë trashëguar dritën e shpirtit, duke mbajtur mbi shpatulla çerdhen e zogjve të vet mendoi dhe universin tokë-ujë- ajër “ Njeriu është si pema” thosh. S`ju zinte … Continue reading
BRIGADIERI I GRAVE TË FSHATIT Tregim Nga Vullnet Mato Hetemi, me jakën e bluzës të shkopsitur e të varur si veshë lepuri, i parruar, me flokët shpupuritur kishte mëse dy orë që priste para zyrës së kryetarit të kooperativës. … Continue reading
MALI I VASHËS (Bazuar në një mit, ku dhe sot e kësaj dite mali sa kalon Elbasanin quhet “Mali i Vashës” dhe xhamia e Sinan Pashës quhet “Xhamia e poetëve” ) Tregim nga Zyba Hysa Agu i mëngjesit kishte … Continue reading
Poesie di Yuleisy Cruz Lezcano Musica snella Offro musica per spezzare il buio, con note strette per contenere la speranza, profano il luogo del dolore, della sofferenza, della tolleranza, mi offro a chi, stanco, ha lasciato l’aratro … Continue reading
Poems by Maraii Mansouri Thinking out of the stream In his journey, between the music of the still of the darkness and the night stars: He was greatly enamored of the smooth movement of the universal beam. … Continue reading
Poem by Oscar Wager II That Guy I don’t want to be that guy That guy The one who cares only of himself No care for you That guy Treating you like he is more important Like he is … Continue reading
Poems by Emmanuel Douglas Mulomole
A SOULFUL AFFECTION
Your presence brings the happiness
Your absence brings the forlornness
Your love enraptures all my feelings
Your heart beams my love with blessings.
You are the light that lights my path
Exhibiting a miraculously fruit of life
Killing the light of dark as love of dearth
Chasing all fears in the land of strife.
Your scintillatingly eyes calls my kisses
Burying everything from the tale of lies
Your splendid body gives a warmly hugs
Revamping a connection of warm like plugs
Your righteously words whispers in my ear
Caring my lovely smile,chasing my painful tear
Your beauty is a deeply book of “Love of Find”
Always your name beam a poignancy of my mind.
YOU’RE A CONNOISSEUR OF THIS
You are a connoisseur of this
We are always reading your novel
Each words stir us to another level.
We are always reciting your poem
Each stanza chase our stress problem
In us, your work demolish the state of rem
We are always narrating your short story
Each paragraph fly us to the place of glory
Morning to evening describes your history.
We are always acting your lovely play
Beaming the day with a powerful pray
Exhibiting the title,”Tomorrow As Better Day”
Your aptitude is a motif of today and tomorrow
Forever,in us you will sow a seed of knowledge
Revamping a positively great mind to all ages.
In the lines of wonderful placidity
To bring the role of responsibility
For caring the world everlastingly
For intriguing the blessings lovely
About the deep song of Lovability
To heal the world fro detestability
Setting its power of sparking ruth
As a message from lovable truth
In the edifice of true togetherness
Together we call for genuine bliss
To really bless the line of harmony
To profoundly dispel the cacophony
About the causes of discrimination
About the bitterness of segregation
Let the words say about egalitarianism
Let the words say about anti-racialism
For gleaming the pillar of monument
With a great salute of encouragement
For paying tribute of what heroes did
An unique assiduity that beams us limpid.
Poem by Sher Chandley Paths and Paths I wandered down a lovely path That led to nowhere … Sometimes I rub my chest, absently Comfort myself in the darkness Darkness that worries me I have no companions in lonely … Continue reading
Poem by Graciela Langorte Limited We just look at the same sky. Send kisses to the moon in those long nights of concern. We limit ourselves. I didn’t want to want him and he walked by my side, He … Continue reading
Poema de Violeta Marquéz
Versión español después de el inglés.
Si pudieran medir mi corazón!
Lo compararian como una piedra!
Si pudieran sentirme, sería como una nube, en un plano universal!
Mi cabeza, es un punto!
Mi conciencia es otro punto!
Mi alma, es mi ser interesante!
Si juntas las cuatro.
Se convierte en una!
Yo me pregunto desde cuándo el ser humano se hizo frio?
O tal vez no son fríos.
Su manera de ser, es diferente cubren su corazón, para ya no ser mas dañados.,
La vida te dará pesares sin nombre y esclavitud para dormir…..
Siempre tenemos que tener presente que hay gente a tu alrededor que te ama.
Y que la vida es como un viernes a lunes.
Mi análisis siempre es….
Sigamos caminando como los ancianos, niños y padres.
If you could measure my heart!
They’d compare it like a stone!
If you could feel me, it would be like a cloud, on a universal plane!
My head, it’s a point!
My conscience is another point!
My soul, it’s my interesting being!
If you put all four together.
It becomes one!
I wonder how long the human being got cold?
Or maybe they’re not cold.
There’s way of being, is different cover their heart, so that they’re no longer be damaged.,
Life will give you nameless sorrows and slavery to sleep…..
We always have to keep in mind that there are people around you who love you.
And that life is like from a Friday to Monday.
My analysis is always….
Let’s keep walking like the elderly, children and parents.
©2019 Violeta Marquez
ISTVAN TURCZI Istvan Turci is a widely published poet, fiction writer and translator. A Phd holder, he is a professor lecturing in creative writing and contemporary literature in Hungary and Eastern Europe. Founder and editor of Parnassus Poetry Journal and … Continue reading
Poems by Joanna Svensson WHEN MY MOTHER WAS NINE YEARS OLD “With do respect for my mothers’ story” It was a lovely late summers morning With clear and lofty sky The sun stood high above the roof tops It … Continue reading
Five Grand Poets will receive “The Gold Prize of Munir Mezyed Foundation for Arts & Culture” at Odyssey International festival “The Foundation Of Munir Mezyed for Arts & Culture“ is an international foundation headquartered in Romania aiming basically at spreading … Continue reading
Poezi nga Ndue Lazri SULLTAN, KUJTO HISTORINË… Skënderbe zhvishe prapë shpatën, Erdoganit çoja mandatën: hiqe sulltan memorialin, ose prapë po e shaloj kalin e në Lezhë do mbledh kuvend, ku mercenarët s’ kanë vend. Nëpër shekuj për … Continue reading
Nhịp Phách Yêu Thương: Khóc Dọc Thời Gian – Phan Thị Quỳnh Anh | NSƯT Trần Ngọc, Lời Ngọc Lê Ninh
Ryan Quinn Flanagan is a Canadian-born author residing in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada with his wife and many bears that rifle through his garbage. His work can be found both in print and online in such places as: Evergreen … Continue reading
Tatiana Dan Rakić (Serbia) Tatiana Dan Rakić was born on December 18th 1962, in Požega, Serbia, where she lives and works as a teacher. She writes prose and poetry for adults as well as children’s fiction, art and literary criticism … Continue reading
-Durante La Pioggia schilderij: Gaetano Bellei (1857-1922) Sisters in the rain Laugh. Smile at everything. Laugh at all those foolish things that happened to you. Depriving the sunlight. Laugh at the morning, the afternoon the evening. When … Continue reading
“Cosmic Dance”, Salma During the day I was singing with you. At night we slept in the same bed. I wasn’t conscious day or night. I thought I knew who I was, but I was you. … Continue reading
*** 別追著夜裡的星光跑 要引導那 囂張的塵俗的黑暗面向陽 不要吝啬施捨品 要與夜的流浪者分享 以食物與酒香 向破曉時分拋擲玫瑰吧 *** DO NOT follow the stars of the night but upstream the darkness which is earthly and palpable don’t save the alms share … Continue reading