Like An Ink or a Language — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Nasser Alshaikhahmed
Like an ink or a language, In our love relation, We resemble a letter in a language, It becomes dry,
POETRY
Crime Of War — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Nasser Alshaikhahmed
Crime of war deep sadness,
Anxiety and tears,
With an overburdened narrative,
And endless wars.
The Winged Singer — PROSA POÉTICA 𝒃𝒚 Silla Maria Campanini
“If there were no imagination,” I thought, “there would be no poets. My words flow through the pen, fighting battles in the field of thought.
— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Ahmet Sedat Mete
A pleasant wind caresses my warm skin;
I have been waiting for days for you to come and hold my hand;
— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Ahmet Sedat Mete
My aim is not to hurt anyone;
The river never flows upwards;
The endless increases do not know to stop;
— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Ahmet Sedat Mete
Your jet black hair will be filled with gray;
The scars left from the past are still deep;
Tears will fill your beautiful eyes.
— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Tsai Jung-Yung
There was not enough time for Sherrie,
To reminisce upon Dad,
Yet had to let Dad be bitterly hurt,
— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Tsai Jung-Yung
Sherrie, 29 years of age,
Not yet old.
And her life ended,
Leaving behind, my oldness,
— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Tsai Jung-Yung
The heart strives with every effort to free itself,
From Death’s black hands.
The bed, trembles,
Death’s black hands.
—— POEM 𝒃𝒚 Suna Hezer
Let it be ascetic, let all the years in your life,
Never change, stay that way, even if the fortunes don’t open,