What would be the color of my sky ?
I'll tear up the clouds
My small tongue kisses you
The sun is turning
Your white teeth was biting two round points
Your dandelion is growing
The wheat is always menstruated in my poems
And I like to sleep on the back of my red backpack

آسمان من چه رنگ خواهد بود ؟
ابرها را پاره می کنم
زبان کوچک من تو را می بوسد
خورشید می چرخد
دندان های سفیدت
دو نقطه ی گرد را به هم گاز می گرفت
قاصدک تو بلند می شود
گندم ها همیشه در قصه های من پریود اند
و من
دوست دارم
پشت کیف قرمز رنگ مدرسه ام بخوابم

insomnia
the cold on the other side
of the pillow

Written by
Anna Maris

The goodness
The blessness
The loveness
Godliness
A poet always smile
In the hardship
Another inspiration
Ink spills in the ocean

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

SPREAD THE WORD
LIFTUP THEIR SPIRITS
ACROSS THE OCEAN

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

This morning was so beautiful
I lost so much blood
April At 9:00am
It always has golden trees
The sky is too white...
I see so many lined shapes sitting
or bending
I won't sell my drawings
It loves its paintings
The color pencils are walking
The doll laughing
My hands were beautiful
I was pretty in your eyes...
My ****** does not blossom
It flew
Why shouldn't the Jasmine's
blossoms be red ?!
Their yelling is not concordat with me
I want my tears to be Eglantines
For the sun to laugh
My dance with God
Among watercolors
In my mother's ******* eyes is beautiful...
I am the same Jasmine
Yesterday in my mother's arms
And today a woman fondling your
ears by singing lullaby of her virginity
I will put a society to sleep
The wheat is sleeping with the grain field
A girl who the sun doesn't see her ******* will die
in the shining of blues
And my hands will not reach the
black hair of any man
The red beautiful Jasmine flower
doesn't belong to the freedom
I will not realize the illusion of freedom...

امروز صبحی زیبا بود
خون زیادی از من رفت
اردیبهشت
در ساعت نه صبح
همیشه درخت هایی طلایی دارد
...آسمان بی اندازه سفید است
حجم های خطی زیادی می بینم
نشسته است
یا خم می شود
طراحی هایم را نخواهم فروخت
نقاشی هایش را دوست دارد
مداد رنگی ها راه می روند
عروسک می خندد
دست هایم زیبا بود
...من در چشم های تو زیبا بودم
واژن من گل نمی کند
پرواز کرد
چرا نباید گل های یاسمن سرخ باشند !؟
فریادهایشان با من یکی نیست
اشک هایم را
گل نسترن می خواهم
تا خورشید خندیده باشد
رقص من با خدا
میان آبرنگ ها
در چشم های سیاه درشت مادرم زیباست
من همان یاسمنی هستم
که دیروز در آغوش مادرم بودم
و امروز
زنی که صدای لالایی های پرده های بکارتش را
در گوش های شما نوازش می دهد
جامعه ای را خواهم خواباند
گندم با گندم زار خوابیده است
دختری که سینه های آفتاب نخورده ای دارد
در درخشش آبی ها خواهد مرد
دست هایم به موهای مشکی مردی نخواهد رسید
گل سرخ زیبای یاسمن به آزادی تعلق ندارد
...من توهم آزادی را نخواهم فهمید

familiar tune
my children's laughter follows
the mountain stream

Written by
Marion Clarke

my soul shrouded with mist
clouds of dust covers clips
coils of hope lost from the cliff
Solitude my aging soul dies with
bespoken words I stolidly observed
stymies of sky break the silence
as it boils in yolk of steams
Reed of psychoactive breaks the hallucinations
as I walk into the gangway of illusions
Imagination of insensitive days
I fade like a sunset sun
Falling gently as Satan from the sky
I am a soul being made from clay
Wrapped with casement that belongs to the earth
And the energy to a being I solely don't known
in this I gave my breath to gods that quest for me

Written by
Martin Ijir

Always dance with
Without music
When the wind blows
Overwhelming gratitude
Thanks mother's nature

by Jean C Bertrand

Hands are the most dynamic human organs...

A poet
Needs a pure heart
Backing all sentiments and negative energy
Evil thoughts of tarnishing
One's reputation

A poet needs a pure heart
burning unending flames of love,
peace and unity

As he sprouts his words
As a plant growing
in the vineyard of men

Plants never dies
words never dies
Words are immortal
so is a poet

Dying in sadness is abundance muse in joy
Gradually we all shall empty ourselves into
The basket that contains a lot of water

Giving us milky way as our soul faced our body
It gets a lasting rest in this a pure heart I so incline
To be one with the Great Architect of universe

Written by
Martin Ijir

Sometimes we try too hard to put smiles on people's face, only to discover our self is full of unhappiness

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

Angel, let not your heart be heavy, even if your sadness are high as
mountain Everest, never mind, God is higher than even Kilimanjaro

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

They say we need to hope
Well I am living for now
And praying for a favorable future...

Joey Percival Ikechukwu

آب روشن است
هوا روشن است
خورشید روشن خواهد شد
خط های زیادی را می بینم
...شاخه ها طولانیست
روسری ها بادها را می کشند
خنده های من دراز می شوند
خنده های من زرد می شوند
دو لپ گل دارند
دو زن بار دارند
...سه زن می خندند
یک مادر
دو خواهر
سه خواهر
...گوش هایت در طراحی بزرگ است
دستانم به پستان گاو نمی خورد
همیشه از نقطه های قهوه ای شیر می آید
بابا
مامان باشد
مامان
لباس های آبی مادرم یاسمن یادش هست
نانا آب می خورد
دست هایش بلند است
عروس است
خواهری عروس است
خواهری عروس می شود
مادری عروس می شود
مادربزرگی عروس خواهد بود
مادربزرگی عروسک خواهد بود
عروسکی خواهد بود
عروس خواهد بود
خواهر من
تو همان دختری بودی
که فردا سینه ای داری
من مردی خواهم شد
که می تواند کودکی داشته باشد
ماماشه
باباشه
نی نی شه

dripping leaves...
her side of the park bench
still warm

Written by
Kanchan Chatterjee

The floral curtains are purple
They've made black eyes from
their yellow feet
I'll be beautiful...
I walk...
Jasmines grow in every house
I love the smell of the mother's
delicious food in every house
I love to be beautiful
I love my hair to be black
Trees, branches, the green leaves
are golden necklace
under the sun
and I don't know in which house I lost my
childish innocence voice !?

پرده های گل دار بنفش است
از پاهای زردشان
چشم های سیاه  بافته اند
...من زیبا می شوم
...راه می روم
از هر خانه ای گل یاسمن می روید
بوی غذاهای خوشمزه ی مادرها را
از هر خانه دوست دارم
من دوست دارم زیبا باشم
من دوست دارم موهایم سیاه باشد
درخت ها
شاخه ها
برگ های سبز
در خورشید
گردنبند طلایی است
و من نمی دانم
صدای معصومیت کودکانه ام
در کدام خانه گم شد !؟

a falling flower
at times silence
makes noise

Written by
Anna Maria Domburg-Sancristoforo

All by the river
Wait wait wait...
O rainbow my sweet goddess
Is the sun singing tonight
Singing a melodious tune
Tune of radiant smile beneath celestial moon
Smile at heart o sweet magnanimous rainbow sky
Up to the moon tonight
Nonviolent wind delight
Passion of the night so bright
Is the sun singing tonight
I'll be waiting by the river

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

If I was a magician
I'll be perfectly poised like an Indian
Build castle in the air so I could live like a king
Dress like a rose on a sunset beach
Build bridges so I can touch things I could never reach

If I was a magician
I'll look like the pyramids of Egypt
I'll make ponds in the desert
I'll play the piano like Mozart

If I was a magician
I'll live, never to die again
I'll be young never to be old again
I'll sit on the skies and watch it rain again

If I was a magician
I'd make my father live again
I'll make my woes crush like grain
I'll wake up a beggar, always a prince forever

If I was a magician
I'll make it shower in joy
I'll make it thunder in the city of troy

If I was a magician
I'll make you my umbrella
So I'll smile anytime it storms

Written by
Joey Percival Ikechukwu

My mom is kind
I want the sky either
In my room, I draw birds
I love your small eyes
I love my mom's hands
I play with mommy's scarves
I can feel the smell of her bag
I remember my childhood dresses
She bought me colorful shoes
somedays
Our hands reach the sky
I hold my mom's hand in my tummy
I'm pregnant with my mom's hands
Mommy is not like granny
And I'll like my mom's ******* in a ****** relation


مادرم مهربان است
من هم آسمان می خواهم
من پرنده ها را در اتاقم نقاشی می کشم
چشم های کوچک تو را دوست دارم
دست های مادرم را دوست دارم
با روسری های مادرم بازی می کنم
بوی کیفش را هنوز احساس می کنم
لباس های کودکی هایم را به یاد دارم
بعضی از روزها برایم کفش های رنگارنگ می خرید
دست های ما به آسمان می رسد
من دست های مادرم را در شکمم نگه می دارم
من دست های مادرم را حامله ام
مادر من شبیه مادربزرگش نیست
و من
در رابطه ای جنسی
...سینه های مادرم را دوست خواهم داشت

autumn river
the paddle swings
into a sigh

Written by
Srinivasa Rao Sambangi

I love my notebook so much
My mom sewing Jasmine petals
My skirt dancing...
Why the home stories are not being published ?!
My poet may rhyme


من دفترم را خیلی دوست دارم
مامانم
گل برگ های یاسمن را به هم می دوزد
...دامنم می رقصد
چرا هیچوقت قصه های خانگی
در روزنامه ها چاپ نمی شوند
شاعر من
شعر بگوید

There is a melody
There is a celebration
There is a dream
There is a thunder
There is a chain
There is a weakness
There is a darkness
There is a lightness
There is a laughter
There is a sadness
There is a holiness
There is a miracle
There is a chemistry
There is a power
There is a loveliness
There is a happiness
In the heart of the sea

by
Jean C Bertrand

Don't ask me to shout
My eyes can't be colored

از من فریاد نخواهید
چشمانم رنگ نمی شدند

The suns are round
My mom's tummy was pregnant...

آفتاب ها گرد اند
...شکم مادر من حامله بود

Jasmine was the green trees
swallowing the sun...

یاسمن درخت هایی سبز بود
...که خورشید را می بلعد

dry leaves falling in
the river of happiness
smiling once again

by Jean C Bertrand

I will never walk at night with a poet by the
sea shore
Mermaid will explain

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

night after night
greeting the pale clouds
multitude of stars
celestial army angels sky

night after night
leading to another laughter
affection easygoing breeze
rainbows of the night

night after night
beginning a new story
the wisdom of the night
Unfading fragrance

by Jean C Bertrand

Flirting rain
Catching my eyes
The wind movement
Bursting into tears
O sweet purple eyes
Follow the fountain
O my being beauty
Quenching for love
A king kneeling in the name of love heaven trembling
Causing rivers to follow
Steady rain soften the heart
Waiting for sunshine

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

your inspiration has been given for a purpose
cosmos lips
underneath the blue
let the wind be the the messenger

Jean C Bertrand

sky azure...
vivacious kites
no letters

Written by
Godhooli Dinesh

My mom sleeping in the mornings
Asleep in the mornings
Sitting in the car some days
Seeing the city in blue
I don't like the car seats
Smelling smoke and sweat
I Always vomiting in them as a child
Jasmine and mom
A mother and a daughter
Nastaran, a sister
I don't like scarves wearing by force
I love to live in a city having a sea...


مادرم صبح می خوابد
مادرم صبح ها خواب است
من بعضی از روزها در ماشین ها می نشینم
شهر را آبی می بینم
صندلی ماشین ها را دوست ندارم
بوی دود و عرق راننده را می دهند
وقتی بچه بودم
همیشه در آن ها استفراغ می کردم
یاسمن
و
مامان
یک مادر و دختر بودند
نسترن یک خواهر بود
من روسری های به زور نشسته را دوست ندارم
من دوست دارم
در شهری زندگی کنم
...که دریا داشته باشد

As the world turns
Turns into bitterness
Bitterness enormous hatred
Hatred from here to there

As the world turns full of fear
fear in the eyes of the birds
Birds weeping plain-spoken no magnanimity
Magnanimity in the kingdom of darkness

As the world turns into fire
Fire covered the rays of the sun endless tears
Tears flooding broken bridges in the land
Land of greediness unholy garden

As the world turns into violence the fruits
Fruits in the garden missing the genuine sun
Sun to shine the eyes of dying birds
Birds weeping weeping weeping...

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

Jawahar Gupta :
Why are you so sad, Yasaman Johari ?

Yasaman Johari : i don't know my kind grandfather,,,,your heart is so beautiful

===========================

I am gift for you
Use me as you desire, burn
Or Urn forever

by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Feelings change values
What is a diamond for you
Is a stone for me

Written by
Faheem Jawaid

================================
You wrote so many poems without signing them,
And I have signed every poem which I wrote here

Your thoughts were open, no gate, no lock no bolt
My poems were imprisoned within walls of words

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

=========
for a little while
you saw pain but
I see will power and
determination to survive
with my incandescent wand
of virginity, respect and reverence
in my blooming adolescence
catching time to trade every tomorrow

Written by
Jawahar Gupta

=============================================

War memorials
Statues of Peace face rage from
dawn to night daily


Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Soury water flow
Ceaseless tears last till death days
I die a millionth living years
Lesion of wound reddish show

I am a victim of war relic
Can't you see, my burnt house
My pair of rag clothe
My battered ink of ignorance

Queuing for a feed
Begging for a drink
**** in a homeless bridge
Conscripted as a child soldier

Can't you see, I am the war relic ?
Voice of refugees status I am
Rebel to my homeland I run
Deprived by mortal quest for power

Politics of hatred wash me to bank of ocean
Can't you see I have one arm, one eye, one embroidery parts
Can't you see am a victim of power mongers
I have foolishly support their quest

I have shouted for the nuke to be test
Justifying their foolish context
they ran away to have a succor of rest
When the war bullet penetrate the wall

I am decorated as a zeroed hero
Holding crutches leaping like a dog
So bad I am abandoned in a refugee camp
Can't you see I am the worst victim of war with relatives buried and burned
with fire of sand and the gods watch without intervention

by
Martin Ijir

==========
hot
balloons
rise
high
watch
beauty
grows

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

=====================
When fragrant flowers
climb your outside the window
perfect couple weds

~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

Come on everyone it is time to go
For our soul will face eternity song
As our strength waxes in pain
We have to be a garland in other's throng
As foxes devour our eyes as did lion

Come on everyone it is time to go
Where social strata and color
Of our skin does not matter
For our religion is buried on the marsh
In this our strength makes us fresh

Come on everyone it is time to go
For our dress shall become sullen as a snow
The best company is strange faces we befriend now
As familiar faces envy my mosaic prowess
As the disregard my plan and hinder the progress

As they stay aback in the land of slavery
For we have no place to reside but be in liberty
Our chrysalis body wipe the blood from our palms
As we sing redemptive songs as David psalms
Come on everyone it is time to go

We shall march in the wilderness of joy
Sweating in sorrow as we build our city
For our wall is build for humanity sake
We solely deserved this without water or cake
Come on everyone it is time to go

We have found a new land
Where God reside with love
For our soul will sing eternity songs
A songs that are undying as hallelujah hymns
Wherewithal our body becomes as cave

Our lips shall sing till earth's evil wall crumble down
For the water shall baptised us as crystal gem
Our dying hope shall grow like date Palm
As stars shall show us the path at night we won't be drown
Come on everyone it is time to go

For moon will provide meal at the day
The magic others abstain shall we practised
The wisdom our father's deprived shall we embraced
For our land shall waxed as honey everyday
Come on everyone it is time to go

A paradise of love our land nourish
Spreading its wings as eagle unleash
Eating the spoils that will habits our land
As peace spray so all embraced
Come on everyone it is time to go

We have found a new land
Where our soul will face eternity song
As our strength waxes in pain
Our social strata and color does not matter
Come on everyone it is time to go

Written by
Martin Ijir

================================
And once the storm is over,
you won't remember
how you made it through
A fool hath no delight
in understanding,
but that his heart may
discover itself,
The words of a
man's mouth are as deep waters,
and the wellspring
of wisdom as a flowing brook

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

============================================================
Ther­e are many a thing I have wanted to know about myself
How the Sky of my body dissolves in the classic books of self

How my mind and brain spectrum is better than someone else
When I will do what I think and why I want to do or just be self

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~

The smell of the apple's body...
🍎🌼

The sun... ☀️

Dry smell of unripe persimmons
🍅🍁 🍅🍁☘

Among the buttons of my dress...

Folding the sun... ☀️
On the clothesline...
Like The whiteness of the Childhood hands...
🌼🌼🌼

A cloud, ☁️
At the top of the mountain...
⛰              ☁️🎈☁️☁️🎈

I'm the length of
the spike wheat... 🌾
And your eyes...
The time of harvesting...
🌾🌾🌾

spring equinox, ☘🌸
half the blossoms
already fallen...
I'm in love with a man
From May... ☘☘☀️☘
The sky was bluer than ever...
آسِمآن آبي تر از هَمیشه بُود...
  And I remember all the peach blossoms...
و مَن تَمآمِ شِکُوفِه هآيِ هُلو را به خآطِر دآرَم...
That golden glitter in your eyes...
آن بَرقِ رُوشَنِ چَشم هآیَت...

" You smell like the dust
and all blue jasmines...! "

And I always want spring...
وَ مَن دُوست دآرَم هَمیشه بَهآر بآشَد...
When the bud blooms...
زَمآني کِه شِکُوفِه گُل مي دَهَد...

Blue slickers,
Children growing
In the rain...
💧💧💧

After seeing the red carnations ....
The dream of the
White breaths of a lily flower
In the old days of a man...

Being by your side,
Still carrying
The aroma of
Cherry blossoms...
🌸🍒 🌸🍒☘
Your forehead, All the fig trees...
🍑🌳🌳🍑🌳 🌳🌳🌳 ☘🍑

My hand, dropping you
Into the sky... 🎈
Will we get to the summer?
And I don't ask anymore...
Why does my cancerous mother lose her hair?
Why am I not pregnant?
Not feeling the fetus kicking in my womb...
My dress is not blue...?!
After Saadat Abad Street...
At that time,
When my mother's lily petals,
Falling down
On the iranian carpet...


You have been...!
بُودِه اي...!

Your hair,
Smelling like the sun...
The taste of sweet summer cherries,
Still dancing in the aroma of your eyes...
And brightly colored lilac curtains in your room ...
putting a glass on your table.
The air,
Moving the clouds in your chest...

The light is on...!
The curtain, allows light to enter...

" My Jasmine...!? "
" I love you..."  ( With the sound of laughter ) "

Your voice,
Was a rainbow... 🌈
If the sound was colored...

You are a river...
passing through
my neck...
I have fallen...
Near the daffodil flowers in your eyes...
I will become a thousand small fish...
A thousand trembling goldfish in the pond...
🐟🌊 🐟🐟🐟🌊 🐟🌊

" Oh that blue whirligig!!!
The yellow....!
And the pink one...!
I'm seeing those shiny whirligigs
of your childhood... "
What was the sound of your blowing like?
Your eyes,
giving a thousand colors and memories...

You are floating...
passing through the sound of a woman's laughter...
I will never wear a wedding dress...
To paint on its whites...
I have no child !!!

Oh september!
The end of colored paper...
And the beginning of the blue sun...
You are my mother's breast cancer...
That Growing inside of me...
I thought I was pregnant...
Last night !!!
Touching the curvature of my belly...
From the top of my white knickers
With its bright pink flowers...
When my mother's scarf turns to twenty-nine years old again!

" My Jasmine...?! "
" I love you... "

In illusion,
The voice of a woman...
Calling you...
From afar...

You have reached near the window...
Looking at me...
turning to you...
White lace dress...
Laughter In The Sun....
☀️
From the sound of which woman's laughter, am I reaching to you now?
In your ear,
I become a thousand voices...
The play of the sun's rays, On the tip of my brown *******, getting hot...

Closing my eyes...
I always think If I was blind, How could I understand that  the sound of the sea is blue?!
The leaves of the trees are green!?
In glitter...
In the melancholy of the golden leaves of May...
Your face, dancing
Among the glitter of golden winds ...
And the grape leaf,☘
Greeting me...

Thinking of you...
From afar...
How are your hands moving?!
Does my mother's earrings have the yellowness of the sunflowers?
🌻🌻
Every sound,
becoming your voice...
Now...
Cheese crystals...
Pieces of barbari bread on the table...
The pungent odor of tangerine,
In my mother's hands...
And a tomato...

Why is it blue in the skies
And the night times are filled with cries
We fall in love with the sweetest thing we've seen
And they erase and go away like the wind
What is our sin ?
If we keep our faith on God
And we still see our tears gushing like the sea

Why ?
Why do we build sand castles to live in
Only for it to rain and wash it away
Why do we never grow old with good things

Why ?
Why do we have to give our hearts
To the wrong people
And the right people exists
When we make the decisions to stay happy
Only to build an empire of tears

Why ?
Why do it have to hurt to get to you
Why does it have to be bottles
Everytime agonies sounds like melodies...

Joey Percival Ikechukwu