Let me love Jishan Mahmud You are mixed in my mind, in my blood, in my bone marrow. I look for you every moment but can’t find you. I want to tell you something from the bottom of my heart. You are my love, you are my soul, you areContinue Reading

TO BE HAPPY Halyna Bokoch ( Ukraine ) Relationships between men and women are built on trust. Loyalty is the most important quality in life because it builds strong relationships. People who love each other get married. A wedding is one of the most important events in every family andContinue Reading

Writings by Kama Sywor Kamanda   Woman of tomorrow Visionary woman, free woman, You’re the star that fascinates the poet! Your presence as a light between two nights, Brighten our horizons and expose our dark souls! I am your companion; Find the devoted admirer in me! With a flower inContinue Reading

Imperfect Now that you’re gone,I fully understand you you,sometimes strange,fears are now becoming a reality we were made for hard times, you were the only one who loved me imperfect some of your words,I didn’t understand, now that you’re gone,I fully understand you, we are made for hard times, youContinue Reading

Writings by Taghrid Bou Merhi   1. HERE I AM!! Like a butterfly who loves brightness, Taghrid said: “here I am” She got lost so they said: “It’s a narcissus rose” She blossomed so they said: “ it’s an iris rose” She planted goodness And good plants get harvested WithContinue Reading

Cities of love By Elena Ananyeva Assemble your city with a mosaic of foreign lands Of shards falling in a waterfall. From the heights and depths of Thy images, illuminate the glittering Coverings and gazes. Gather your city With birches by the brook, letters from home and nostalgia. from the domesContinue Reading

Jakhongir Nomozov is a young Uzbek poet. He was born in 1997. He has been writing poetry and journalism of Argentina Active member and coordinator of the working group of “Juntos por las Letras” international writers on Uzbekistan Representative of Turkey’s Poetry Spring (ŞIIR SARNICI) magazine for Uzbekistan. His poemsContinue Reading

BAUDELAIRE AND THE BREEZE Rodolfo Zamora Corea Of my bastard verses Her hips moved violently, lulled by the roar of a hurricane, were the violent winds from Quincey’s mouth, Or maybe Poe’s exotic nightmares and his ravens. aromatic poisons, hallucinating with hemp flowers, pulling the nipples and their nerves, turningContinue Reading