A Flame of Hope
By. Victoria Black: Вікторія Чорна Millions of eyes burned with fear, The future froze in a whirlwind of events, Lonely houses were left...
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Elevating Voices
How many more?
By. Victoria Black, Вікторія Чорна How many more deaths do you need To stop soulless tanks?! How many blue-yellow tears Have children cry...
My soul reaches for the sky
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...
The Burning Bush
By. Anonymous Ukrainian Writer Who needs this war? Stupid old men whose their own land is not enough. To the ones whom their mothers...
Self Reflection is a Bittersweet Gift
By. m.a.l the poet self reflection is a bittersweet gift / looking within yourself with a microscope / dissecting everything you are /...
Drought
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....
Calendar
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...
Writers Block
By. Nova Macknik-Conde Photo credit: Catherine M. Wood (1857-1939) My pen lingers over the page, Cobalt ink waiting in the depths, I...
Winter in my Bed
By. Nova Macknik-Conde Glittering white powder covers my home like a frosted cake The silent fall of snow lulls me to sleep Icicles...
Life
Poem by Fatima Hammouda Life is the rhythm of music, ascending and descending excitement of the tempo. Life is the waves of the sea,...
Girl
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...
Love for My Mom
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...
My Grandmother's Feet
By. Camille Campbell My grandmother slips off her bulky crocks in the evenings and tells the story of her life. Shadows play on the...
Fairytale
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...
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