A Rainbow of Emotions
It rains, then the blue sky becomes beautiful,
The painting of a skilled artist is offended, resentful,
The hand of nature draws a colorful rainbow
This masterpiece is blessed, everyone who sees it is blessed.
Emotions are like rainbows in the sky,
Each color gives its meaning to a person's state of mind.
Creates resonance, affects the mood,
He wanders in his soul, dominates his existence.
The rainbow is a miracle, it has a scientific basis,
The limit sunbeam, in the drop of rain,
Changing colors over time,
Bends in an arc-shaped viewing angle.
How many times during the day do feelings, emotions,
As if it is raining on the heart, it brings sadness and longing,
Wherever the sun reaches, it brings happiness.
It brings a bright insight to see the joy of life.
Elmaya Jabbarova was born in Azerbaijan. She is a poet, writer, reciter, and translator. Her poems were published in the regional newspapers «Sharginsesi», «Ziya», «Hekari», literary collections «Turan», «Karabakh is Azerbaijan!», «Zafar», «Buta», foreign Anthologies «Silk Road Arabian Nights», «Nano poem for
Africa», «JuntosporlasLetras 1;2», «Kafiye.net» in Turkey, in the African's CAJ magazine, Bangladesh's Red Times magazine, «Prodigy Published» magazine. She performed her poems live on Bangladesh Uddan TV, at the II Spain Book Fair 1ra Feria Virtual del Libro Panama, Bolivia, Uruguay, France, Portugal, USA.
Love left in the depths of the void
The night is plunged into darkness. The quiet city was disturbed by the rushing sound of a car moving with flashing lights in the distance. The door was opened and a young man was brought in who was seriously injured in a car accident.
Doctors immediately ordered someone to find a donor to give him a kidney and blood. They called the number that was made after the bloodied phone of the young man and informed them that they would come to the hospital immediately. In no time, a beautiful girl with bowed eyebrows, bright eyes, and plump lips came rushing in.
Doctors:
- Who will you be to the patient?
- His future wife. What happened?
- His condition is serious. A kidney and blood donor is needed. Time is very little.
The girl’s color was pale, blood was running out of her face. She leaned against the wall, deep in thought, and left a letter in the patient’s room around dawn. After some time, a donor was found and the young man was operated on. By God’s grace, everything went well.
The next day, when the young man opened his eyes,
«didn’t anyone come?» he asked. One of the doctors said «she left you a letter».
The young man opened the letter and read:
«I was very sad to hear. But this accident separated us from each other. It’s a pity. Now our paths are different. Take care,» it was written.
The young man was deep in thought, thinking that maybe she didn’t want to stay with me in this state. Days passed. The young man’s condition improved, and when he left the hospital, he said «thank you» to the doctors. When the doctor was coming back following the
young man, the faces inside the door were pale, the eyes were filled with sadness, the girl’s delicate hands were showing the doctor a sign of silence on her dry lips.
While doctor was watching with tears to girl, doctor felt deep in her heart that the calm sea was flooding today and becoming colorless…..
Nosirova Gavhar was born on August 16, 2000 in the city of Shahrisabz, Kashkadarya region of Uzbekistan. Today, she is a third-year student of the Faculty of Philology of the Samarkand State University of Uzbekistan. Being a lover of literature, she is engaged in writing stories and poems. Her creative works have been published in Uzbek and English. In addition, she is a member of «All India Council for Development of Technical Skills», «Juntosporlasletras» of Argentina, «2DSA Global Community». Winner of the «Korablznaniy» and «TalentyRossii» contests, holder of the international C1 level in the Russian language, Global Education ambassador of Wisdom University and global coordinator of the Iqra Foundation in Uzbekistan. «Magic pen holders» talented young group of Uzbekistan, «KayvaKishor», «Friendship of people», «Raven Cage», «The Daily Global Nation», Argentina;s «Multi Art-6», Kenya’s «Serenity: A compilation of art and literature by women» contains creative works in the magazine and anthology of poets and writers.
You want me to forget you?
Easy
Force my eyes to look at things
without seeing the sparkle of your smile
Wipe from my hair the tenderness of your touch
Remove the warmth of your hugs from my cold arms
Teach your name not to slip from my tongue when I speak to someone else
Yes,
Find another beat for my heart
And I will disappear like a snowflake when it touches warm ground
If I didn’t love you, would I survive?
Regardless of the fact that I will die like everything on this Earth
And my body will become fertilizer for the trees
Or
Some of it will stick in the tires of cars
Or
Maybe hungry birds will crave
pieces of meat and attack my body with their beaks
I will become abandoned rubble
Brooms will kick me from one garbage can to another
I say:
Despite all the bad thoughts that may grow in my head
If I didn’t love you, would I survive?
Faleeha Hassan is a poet, teacher, editor, writer, and playwright born in Najaf, Iraq, in 1967, who now lives in the United States. Faleeha was the first woman to write poetry for children in Iraq. She received her master's degree in Arabic literature, and has now published 26 books, her poems have been translated into English, Turkmen, Bosnian, Indian, French, Italian, German, Kurdish, Spain, Korean, Greek, Serbia, Albanian, Pakistani, Romanian, Malayalam, Chinese, ODIA, Nepali and Macedonian language. She is a Pulitzer Prize Nominee for 2018, and a Pushcart Prize Nominee for 2019. She's a member of the International Writers and Artists Association. Winner of the Women of Excellence Inspiration award from SJ magazine 2020, and the Winner of the Grand Jury Award (the Sahitto International Award for Literature 2021). She served on the Women of Excellence selection committees for 2023, was a winner of a Women In The Arts award in 2023 and a Member of Who's Who in America 2023. She's on the Sahitto Award's judging panel for 2023 and a cultural ambassador between Iraq and the US.
Only for You
My birth is only for you
You are my heart’s fill
I do all only for you
I dream the sweetness in touch of you
I love you for the time uncountable
You are my glory
You are my sorrow
My loving star lightening my all
The moon and the ocean always in a way
As the day and night
Appears to be light and dream
I am only for you.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
28 August, 2024Md. Mahbubul Alam is from Bangladesh. His writer name is Mahbub John in Bangladesh. He is a Senior Teacher (English) of Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh. Chapainawabganj is a district town of Bangladesh. He is an MA in English Literature from Rajshahi College under National University. He has published three books of poems in Bangla. He writes mainly poems but other branches of literature such as prose, article, essay etc. also have been published in national and local newspapers, magazines, little magazines. He has achieved three times the Best Teacher Certificate and Crest in National Education Week in the District Wise Competition in Chapainawabganj District. He has gained many literary awards from home and abroad. His English writings have been published in Synchronized Chaos for seven years.
Why did I love you?
(Romantic poem)
Why did I love you? Why?
I loved the sky in your eyes.
I loved our memories together.
I loved everything that brought us together.
You became my home and my family.
You became everything to me.
My view of the world changed.
After we loved each other, I changed.
You became my whole life in a long night.
You became a dream for all of me.
One night he comes to me in a dream
A lover I loved, and we were together through thick and thin.
Our memories are endless, our dreams are relentless.
We have become lovers in the sanctuary of love,
and we will remain lovers in the sanctuary of eternal love.
Our love never ends no matter what happens,
eternal love never dies.
Fadwa Attia is a writer, painter and photographer from Egypt.
GLOVES OF SHADOW
Things are muffled,
with their gloves of shadow
and the liturgy of cadence begins,
the growing twilight
My soul overflows like a flight.
What chaos of anxiety
and sombre thirst,
of all clarity
Like a liquor that bores, drunk bitterly
I seek to cross that abyss again,
Vaguely concealed by your name
My house is no longer the same,
It is time where nothing happens
Your empty desks
And I am the same as her (my house)
in the astonishment of not being, of not knowing myself,
Of not knowing anything…
only part of a process...
The weak lighting of the candles,
make chiaroscuro,
on the objects that you left with a collector's fixation.
The earth bleeds,
like my soul Announces a desperate cry in my mind…
You are no longer here…
I know that I will resurrect with the spasms of dawn
Arrhythmic systole of my existence
GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE is a writer and poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina, based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters and is the author of seven books of poetry, awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Social Projects of the Hispanic World Union of Writers and is the UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. She is the Commissioner of Honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.
In Silent Awe
In silent awe, the heavens speak,
Of mysteries deep, of wonders meek.
The stars, His whispers in the night,
A canvas wide, with holy light.
The mountains rise, their heads held high,
In reverence to the endless sky.
The oceans bow, their tides embrace,
The boundless love, the tender grace.
Through every leaf and every tree,
His breath of life flows wild and free.
In every dawn, His promise new,
A world reborn in every hue.
The birds sing hymns to praise His name,
The wind declares His endless fame.
In every heart, a quiet place,
Where souls can meet His gentle face.
Beyond the veil of time and space,
He holds us close in warm embrace.
Through joy and pain, He leads us on,
Our constant guide till night is gone.
In silent awe, we stand and see,
The hand of God in all that be.
For every beat, and every breath,
We owe to Him, who conquered death.
Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whom from an early age, Leonardo da Vinci's statement "Painting is poetry that can be seen, and poetry is painting that can be heard" is circulating through the blood.
That's why she started to use feathers and a brush and began to reveal the world and herself to them.
As a poet, she is represented in numerous domestic and foreign literary newspapers, anthologies and electronic media, and some of her poems can be found on YouTube.
Many of her poems have been translated into English, Hungarian, Bengali and Bulgarian due to the need of foreign readers.
She is the recipient of many international awards.
"Trees of Desire" is her second collection of poems in preparation, which is preceded by the book of poems "Moon Circle".
She is a member of the International Society of Writers and Artists "Mountain Views" in Montenegro, and she also is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.
