The Snow

Snow has 

Really hit DC

For the first time

This winter

His London

Would have hated

This weather.

Taylor Dibbert is a writer, journalist, and poet in Washington, DC. He’s author of, most recently, the poetry collection “Takoma.”

Geography of Home

I am a refugee

of my mother’s womb—

I fled the war

of her heartbeat

but still I return

to the borders of her love

to the warmth of her arms

where I am safe

where the sound of her voice

is a lullaby that soothes

the scars of my past

and the weight of my future

in her eyes, I see

a reflection of my own

strength and resilience

a reminder that I am home

my mother’s arms

are a place I can be

broken and still be loved

her touch is a whispered

promise that i am safe.

I LIED ABOUT EVERYTHING.

In my first encounter with your eyeball,

I saw a fire that water cannot quench.

I became water to your fire, though it burns deep in my heart.

So, when I said I want to be far from love’s garden,

when I said my heart has no home for yours,

fear echoed in my voice.

I lied about everything.

Grace Olatinwo (she/her) is a dynamic writer, poet and voice-over artist. Her life and passion revolves around art.

She is a lady with the never say die attitude. Hence, she believes greatly in her creativity and how much it can positively influence the world.

She tweets @Graceolatinwo1

Dialogue with soul 5

In this life, each one of us has a different purpose

You can be inspired from the idea of someone…but the Idea belongs always to creator

Let’s see about how the Idea is coming to an artist…

We are millions and millions minds in this beautiful planet, we called it Earth …

But what is really amazing, is the fact that we don’t think the same way.

We are so many creators, artists and poets and painters and dancers, even if we leave in the same place, we will not think the same and that because we come from different backgrounds religious or social even economical one.

This is the most amazing thing…

We have so many different experiences and of course we must write down about all our personal thoughts and feelings.

I believe only if we share our deepest thoughts and feelings we can know our true selves and become a better version of him

Because in the end we will be always alone with God and our dreams….

EVA Petropoulou Lianou 

Official candidate for Nobel Peace prize

2024

Earn your parents’ trust.

You have lived so many years of health,
You have done so well.
Now gather your mental quickly,
Earn your parents’ trust.

Discussed a lot of with heart.
You have done your greed helpless
Now gather your share-out.
Earn your parent’s trust.

You are done linguist by destine
You have decided Orientist.
Now You struggle quickly
Earn your parent’s trust.

Allah gives chance repeatedly.
Mean knowledge is available for you
Now You will have done again.
Earn your parent’s trust.

Go-between used to come and left.
You have cried, said ”l will read”
Now you don’t lose your way.
Earn your parent’s trust.

They told: “No married, another girl”
Girls are too much on trees.
You said: l have got a lot responsibility.
Earn your parent’s trust.

Believe. None of parents don’t
connect their hope from girl.
Go to Makkah together them.
Earn your parent’s trust.

Ask only from again Allah
He is Al-Majiyd from unique lord
İf you write poem, write only from life
Earn your parent’s trust.

Murodullayeva Muharramxon Rustam qizi

The Texan Adventurer

I am an intrepid adventurer

I have journeyed through the Texan desert.

I am the perilous desert’s venturer.

I travel from desert to semi desert.

I hunt for the feral hog and the beaver.

I explore the hot plains like an achiever.

I have been warned by the lethal rattle snake

to protect my heels that are always at stake.

I must protect myself from a thousand stings

in haunted dark caves where the buzzing bee sings.

I must be safe in the Chihuahua desert

as I tread audaciously like an expert.

Give Me Texas

Give me Texas!

The Texan dream!

The Texan nostalgia!

The Lonestar custodian

of the historic wild west.

The zestry and pleasant

Tex Mex!

The attractive and entertaining

rodeo.

The ear to ear smile of the

unwavering southern hospitality.

The efficiently distributed plains

and landscape.

The bucolic tunes from strings and mellifluous western voices.

Hot and catchy barbeques.

The exciting fairs and typical western culture.

Give me this Dreamland, the nearest take off point to the moon.

Give me the Texas that I crave for!

The land of versatile dreams for the fantasizer.

Give me this vintage and modern land or nothing else.