By. Nova Macknik-Conde, Poetry Ambassador at Rising Poets Community The harsh winter left the barren grounds The snow melted and quenched...

By. Victoria Black: Вікторія Чорна The boundless sky begs for peace Its forehead hits the ground. They stifled our faith Burned ships at...

By. Victoria Black: Вікторія Чорна Millions of eyes burned with fear, The future froze in a whirlwind of events, Lonely houses were left...

By. Victoria Black, Вікторія Чорна How many more deaths do you need To stop soulless tanks?! How many blue-yellow tears Have children cry...

By Elina S. My soul reaches for the sky I am the silent dream of your Ego. You beg: "become my drop of honey In today's bitter everyday...

By. Anonymous Ukrainian Writer Who needs this war? Stupid old men whose their own land is not enough. To the ones whom their mothers...

By. m.a.l the poet self reflection is a bittersweet gift / looking within yourself with a microscope / dissecting everything you are /...

By. Himanshi Duggar We're stuck in times of drought and distress, And although I've got food to eat; It doesn't make the pain any less....

Image credit: BBC Wales News Calendar by Evgenia Lysiak The postman came to my door: “A calendar was sent to you here…” “Who is this...

By. Nova Macknik-Conde Photo credit: Catherine M. Wood (1857-1939) My pen lingers over the page, Cobalt ink waiting in the depths, I...

By. Nova Macknik-Conde Glittering white powder covers my home like a frosted cake The silent fall of snow lulls me to sleep Icicles...

Poem by Fatima Hammouda Life is the rhythm of music, ascending and descending excitement of the tempo. Life is the waves of the sea,...

Poem by Fatima Hammouda A girl is a sensitive creature, like a rose. If you water it with water, it will give you the best scents. But if...

By. Carina Araujo My love for you is bigger than the sky You and me in this beautiful warm night Staring at the moonlight Together, you...

By. Camille Campbell My grandmother slips off her bulky crocks in the evenings and tells the story of her life. Shadows play on the...

By. Nova Macknik-Conde It’s my life, it’s a fresh new page Just waiting to be written, Don’t need the Fairy Godmother The knight in...