The Trash of Civilization No personal hatred No exaggeration The dispute is a pit Where the sideliners fall Some emerge victorious Some are lost in turmoil A lotus blooming in a ditch, Is an open mind. What purpose does life serve? The
Belief The days of remorse Are a faraway story kept at bay. Spontaneity is a fresh belief Like twinkling stars that are not counted. Life is a train ride The seats have stories to tell, Cuddles and kisses of departure Recollect the
In silence I am impressed with dawn with its brightness as if it wanted to devour verdure to eat its fill with flowers black clouds whirling over the head take actions for a war I am impressed with morning with a while
I FELL IN LOVE I fell in love today, very much! There is noise and rustle of foliage in the wind. I fell in love with autumn today After all, she gave dreams. And not only dreams – faith in a fairy
Discontent Misery Each step you walk A firm conviction. Yet not a foolish aim To walk on the broken glass. Each look you eye with Not a lost oblivion. No preaching as such In life, that can tame the wildflower. Just some
SHE’S MY BELOVED What’s in your mind about person that you loved About her How much your love? How much your care? How much your sacrifice? If the someone else harasses your lover? What will you do? What would you sacrifice for
BY THE SEA Bicycles sliding on the sidewalk And then stoped at the convenience store on the corner The bold and hardwriting on the blackboard by side The soft beautiful smiles full of love Under of the sun, on the sports field
“Grief In Silence” Musa Mwalimu Dukuly Everyday is a burial for me, My heart tells me mother’s still alive, While the grave tells me she’s at sleep. I growled, wailed and mourned Her dismissal, every night, At dawn, I pretend to be
Poem Title: “Djeli” When everything seems to fade away, in abyss. I’m the one, who plays the Kora, t To recount the past and present, Of the Mandé people, The givers of hope and courage. I learned this art, from my grandfather’s
Poem Title: “Who Are You” I’m a Mandinka Warrior, Kunta Knite, Not Toby, descendant of Sundiata Keita. I came to fulfill the legend of my ancestors. Even in the face of death, I didn’t succumb to degradation, For to live, is to
Poem Title: “Prince of Wakanda” I’m the son of a warrior, A warrior, who wears the garment, Of scars, And bruises. Fights with courage, to conquer conquerors. A son of a woman, A woman, whose beauty beautifies minds, Breeds generations of heroes,
Wild Cherry Blossoms Sophy Chen[China] After the first spring rain, the most magnificent sea of blossoms Is the wild cherry blossoms on mountains of all sides of the door They travel through the slow winter, waiting silently From pink buds to blooming
__Poetry they say it is poetry, when a man dresses himself in torn blouse scattered hair with tears finding way to his feet to express the pain of an innocent girl whose pride was eaten by men with hungry rods they say
The visible north star Once told by judicious folks of old “when winter fades a summer rises Then goes the cloudless night sky that Stretches with its infinite view It contents are visibly seen even without taking a XRay view Of it
You should always believe I have stolen from you the life of fright you escape from weather in misty morning in bushes of coolness lurking with fright in sweet flag like a dragon-fly you clung without breath The sun which I have
God’s Inspiration You inspired me, my God, with words which I sometimes don’t understand they light in the night and on the day they blossom in the garden with banal smell You inspired me, my God, with sounds which are played in
Cattle pushed forward They are just children you can see scare in their eyes cattle pushed forward such bloodshed are those lies. Dying in the name of others’ pride? Let them live their lives. Anna Maria Dall’Olio Italy
When hurricane stricks The thunderous sound pounds the heart with its blustery scene Then muffled cries heard through the vicious and raucous wind Sodden the atmosphere becomes with the wave of rainy outburst Growing all fears with subdued courages to hold on
Eternal curse We like to emphasize splendor, significance, reputation and fame rather than modesty, contrition and true love. We want to give one thing a relief that catches the eye, to be particulary emphasized. And if we have relief maps, we