Poetry from Mohinur Askarova

My beauty

The captive who won my heart,
The secret in his eyes,
The prisoner built in the heart,
My beauty, my beauty.

My heart is in the opposite eye,
Sweet - in the word sugar,
On the most beautiful face,
My beauty, my beauty.

One soul in my chest,
Missed of my mum,
What, I do this bad,
My beauty, my beauty.

Caesar, stubborn bad girl,
I fell to your feet, knee,
I can't live, you,
My beauty, my beauty

✍Mokhinur Askarova




You will never find me

You can never find me,
If I head away.
Maybe then, my dear,
If I go to your soul.

Miss of my parents too,
A person looking forward to my ways.
To my childhood,
You know how bad it is to look.

You can't stop me,
Your dreams say definitely .
You're looking for my smile,
You can't even make me friend .

Without asking me to moon ,
Shame on you for looking at the ground.
I told you, dears,
You will never find me

✍Mokhinur Askarova


Mohinur Askarova was born on May 13, 2006 in Jizzakh city.
She won the III place in "World Talents" with her poems. In addition, she won the first place in the city and regional contests.

Poetry from Sarvinozkhon Olimova

DREAM 💫

I will be an artist known to the world,
Arrogance will be my enemy at that time
Listen to me sing beautiful songs,
If I give in to the praise, tell me to go back.


Eating the bread of art is not for everyone.
I ask the Creator for patience.
I have you dears on my shoulder,
I sing for you, I live with you.


Be happy and never get hurt.
Do not let the tyrant, pain and sorrow come to you.
Keep the smile on your face,
We will never be less than anyone.

  ✍ Sarvinozkhon  Olimova 


Truth 

The only truth is that every word is true ,
They say, even if a sword comes to your head .
Never deny the word true, O friend ,
Even bitter taste when the tongue does not feel.

The truth of the word, only everywhere ,
This is the moment the Creator will be with you .
The truth lives only if yooou know ,
All be surprised, wonder for your courage.

✍️Sarvinozkhon  Olimova



Sarvinozkhon Olimova, was born on January 21, 2007 in Fergana region. She is a laureate of several republican competitions in the field of traditional music and traditional singing. In addition, she is the author of two books entitled "Miracle" and "Wonderful feelings".

Poetry from Ilyosova Fatimakhon

Book

The best thing is the book, 
You can't read. 
Word of the sun,
Teach us manners. 

When pleasure reads,
When you learn and read. 
When knitting or knitting, 
Get the book in your hands.

Good friend to you, 
Grow up with it.
You don't stumble in life,
You won't fall with it!

Different content tales,  
 You will be blind.
Don't forget it is a sun, 
Get a neighbor book!

✍ Ilyosova Fatimakhon

Poetry from Ilyosova Fatimakhan

My motherland

Mother, Motherland!
Father, Motherland!
My protective castle,
Spilled umbilical cord blood. 
Beautiful Uzbekistan!

Sunshine, my dear, 
My fruit, beautiful garden.
My life and my breath, 
Hot nonsense my motherland!

My flower, spring,
You are the sky. 
You are the  green,
You are my paradise on earth.
Freedom Uzbekistan!!!

✍Ilyosova Fatimakhan

Poetry from Ilyosova Zukhraxon

My mother ❤️

The pain of the world,
You swallowed, too, my mother .
The caregiver also did a great job,
Without a bone, Mom.

Well you go ,
Let's face it. 
The world without you is dark,
Light and sun you, mom.

How upset I was to you,
I'm sorry, if you can.
Life with you,
You have all the - all the power!

You call me my flower,
You are a basil, a lollipop.
If two worlds are not found,
Without my paradise you, my mother

✍ Ilyosova Zukhraxon

Poetry from Shakzoda Kodirova


A rose 

You are the epitome of beauty.
The king of flowers is the rose.
Bringing joy to the surroundings
You open rose.

If I see you, it's mine
My dust will spread.
My heart is full of joy
It opens, rejoices.

Your fragrance is all around
Gives a lot of joy
My mother who loved you
Their hearts will light up.

Your colors are also different
Yellow, pink, white, red
Always be like this
The king of flowers is the rose !

✍️ Shakhzoda Kodirova

Shakhzoda Kodirova was born on May 20, 2007 in Navoi. From a young age she was fond of literature. She started writing stories and poems when she was ten and her poems have been translated into many languages and published in many countries, including Uzbekistan, Germany, America and Belgium. She is a booklover and coordinator of Girls’ Voice. Also she is an official member of GFS and an ambassador of the Iqra foundation. Her first book My Grandfather’s Garden has been published in Uzbekistan. At the moment she is an editor of Germany’s Raven Cage magazine and of Synchronized Chaos, and she is am ambassador of the IFCH and SPSC foundations.

Poetry from Christopher Bernard

What Is the Opposite of Politics?


A shift of rain in the trees.
A snow globe in a sandbox.
My cousin's scuffed knees.

What is the cost of mercy?
A spade of silent rust.
You'll never know if justice
is less refined than dust.

Who is that fellow singing?
I never knew his kind.
You say he's rough and tender.
I hope to live forever
if heaven is his mind.
_____

Christopher Bernard’s most recent book is A Socialist’s Garden of Verses, winner of a 2021 PEN Oakland Josephine Miles Award and named one of the “100 Top Indie Books of 2021” by Kirkus Reviews. He is founder and a principal, with Ho Lin, Steven Hill, and Jonah Raskin, of the webzine Caveat Lector.