Dana Staicu *I AM A SIMPLE…* So many stars on dark blue Sky and you don’t know, my dear my. It’s nothing wrong, but nothing right. For you I learn
Oana Ileana Noorani Against the Charade My love, I don’t know if it was meant by some higher spheres, like in a “tempora labuntur” that my “Achilles’ heel” would
Md. Sadiqur Rahman Rumen–Fadwa attia This is English two parts translated in Arabic رسام(قصيدة ثنائية). الجزء الأول محمد صادق الرحمن رومين _ بنجلاديش ترسم لوحات، كم نوع من الناس؟
Oana Ileana Noorani ✒️The Craft of the Pen✒️ Beloved, I lost my pen a long time ago and today, I found it only because of you creating a strong
Oana Ileana Noorani 💕My love, I don’t know if I have told you before…💕 My love, I don’t know if I have told you before… when the chronograph showed the
Tasneem Hossain Waiting You have left for the unknown, Yet I wait alone, forlorn. Wait for you to come back, Come back and say ‘I love you’ I hear
Dana Staicu 💕I LOVE YOU, SWEET MY DADDY💕 Who are you, Heaven? You to me. I count to seven. Even. Or maybe to eleven. BE ! And back again. To
oana Ileana Noorani Trilogia timpului Unde-mi erai, atunci când apa mărilor lovea frenetic un țărm al neștiinței fără nume? Iar vântul scutura adesea florile… care-au zburat în depărtările senine și
PhD Sladjana Milenkovic Poem-1 I FEED ON WORDS I feed on eight-shaped words carved in the stone of Andric`s City with four earrings in a flower a wreath of
Yasmine Abdel Salam Harmoush “Scary woman” A rebellious woman She was created from the womb of a frozen nation As a linguistic masterpiece About the lines of the shops are