The Best Friend
A best friend, a treasure, so rare to find,
In the tapestry of life, they're one of a kind.
A confidant, a partner in laughter and tears,
Through the passage of time, they calm our fears.
In their presence, we're our truest selves,
No need for pretense or hidden bookshelves.
They know our quirks, our dreams, our flaws,
In their embrace, we find life's greatest applause.
A best friend's a compass, pointing the way,
Through the labyrinth of life, come what may.
With them, every moment feels so sublime,
In the story of our lives, they're a cherished rhyme.
They celebrate our victories, share our defeat,
A bond so profound, it cannot be beat.
In the world's chaos, they're a steadfast guide,
Walking together, side by side.
So raise a toast to the best friend so dear,
In their friendship, there's nothing to fear.
Through the ups and downs, they'll always be,
A cherished part of our soul's tapestry.
Tanvir Islam is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Empowerment
I live in the grass
As they sprout in rain
Life stumbles, life consumes
Life revives with a new form
When we see nothing and devoid of everything
Only the rain gives lives that thrive
The blessings down from upper head
The drops of rain ---
The grass taking its hue- makes the world bright.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
12 September, 2023Our Journey
We live in the world
We die
We beg, we cry
We live and dry
This living and dying
You can say it's meaningful
Others say it's worthless
We live and build
And it starts the night journey
Maybe the moonlit night
The journey stops to rise in the other part of the chapter.
Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh
12 September, 2023
Books
Books are food for people's thought.
Reading a book is pleasing,
If there is anything to worry about, a book stands as a friend
It paints a picture of liberation
Books are the companions of human beings
It changes the attitude of mind in personality
And makes ready for facing the new challenges everywhere in the world.
Sabrid Jahan Mahin is a student of grade 9 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Trees
In nature's grand tapestry, they stand tall,
Silent guardians, ancient and wise, one and all.
Their branches reach out, like arms embracing the sky,
Unfolding a spectacle that catches the eye.
Trees, oh trees, with your leaves so green,
Pouring tranquility into every scene.
Whispering secrets in the gentle breeze,
A melody of life that puts the heart at ease.
From mighty oaks to graceful willows we see,
A myriad of forms, each with its own decree.
Birch, maple, and pine, a diverse display,
Painting landscapes with hues in every way.
In spring, you shower us with blossoms fair,
A delicate burst of colors beyond compare.
In summer, your shade offers sweet relief,
A respite from the sun, a much-needed rep
Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj, Bangladesh.
Am
I am spark
that turns on the lights
so you don't walk
in the dark
I am a flame
that lights the necessary bonfire
of the integration of the four elements
I am the flare
that is seen from afar
the inhabitants of the world
know that it exists
and that it
has made invisible the barriers
of language, race, religion and distance...
I'm blessed
I am the one who has endured
through the years
opening minds
the Creator has been my guide
in this crusade
I alone
a mere mortal
would not have achieved it.
Mirta Liliana Ramírez has been a poet and writer since she was 12 years old. She has been a Cultural Manager for more than 35 years. Creator and Director of the Groups of Writers and Artists: Together for the Letters, Artescritores, MultiArt, JPL world youth, Together for the letters Uzbekistan 1 and 2. She firmly defends that culture is the key to unite all the countries of the world. She works only with his own, free and integrating projects at a world cultural level. She has created the Cultural Movement with Rastrillaje Cultural and Forming the New Cultural Belts at the local level and also from Argentina to the world.
FOR THE FOUR FACES OF FORGOTTEN
Slides in oblique minutes
the flash judged on the freedom tangent.
My supplicating abysses scatter prayers
inaugurating the sentence of the marked hour
in the asylums of selfishness.
The word commits suicide about the inverted angle of waiting,
and in the orphanhood of darkness
I can't dream of it...
Oval blow on slope
twists in a confusing circuit
the truths of the cell laid bare
that dissonants hang on the four sides of oblivion.
Suspended in the unknown of Peace
I seek to find protection in the sphere of "I have never been"
Standing again...
and again in scream...
for the unrepeatable assumption.
From giving birth to so many delusions,
my instant scratched the shadowed skin of infinity.
VERTICAL RENAISSANCE
Vertical silence takes refuge in its rustic emptiness.
Ride aimlessly on the inaudible memory of multiple broken voices
that are dying of light in irreverent mourning.
In just moments,
the memoryless raven releases from his beak
the fierce breath of oblivion with death.
With the hands of a wounded bird,
she attends the rehearsal of her own shipwreck,
and he is a faceless witness of truths that are silent in the womb of life.
She has been condemned hard, for not having known how to measure time according to her!
in concession,
a tear sheds its skin,
finally laying down the chains that vulnerably bound
the last original cry, retained in the mysteries of origin.
Today silence is reborn vertically
and recovers its center of existence,
and although it bears the name of cornered drop,
seeks to restore new dead words.
Argentine writer and poet. She has an extensive career.. Three Honoris Causa Doctorates in “Literature and Culture of Peace.” Pte. UNAccc, (Commission of Peace, Justice and Solid Institutions for South America and Argentina Chapter / Commission of Peace, Art and Culture for Mil Mentes por México in Argentina). Former Teacher. Workshop worker. International Cultural Manager. Lic. in Mediation. Ambassador for Peace of several organizations. Honorable Member of the World Hispanic Union of Writers, UHE and World Academy of Literature, History, Art and Culture. 13 books published. Multi - National and International Award Winner.
BALLAD OF THE MOON
Silence in the waiting...
Taste of blind night, in the hidden belly
There are only two arms, like wounded logs
Remote islands where the castaways recover life
Woman - tree/ Destiny of light on earth
Only the opaque silence remains and substantive in every corner
Please do not undress, my centuries of solitude just for the pleasure of thunder
Now that I have found you under the green colors of hope
Now that the mythology of your body lies on my shadow
Now that life emerges from the bottom of my soul...
Don't go away!
If you do, you will see how my eyes disappear under the slow ballad of the moon.
YOUR GROWING
Red foam
Brackish,
With the wisdom of the waves that leave in the fiction of the horizon...
Glorious in the arms of the sun
A bunch of grains run away...
The flame and the freshness flee
For a model spike further from the sky
Release from prison in which one gets used
He knows that the horizon divides hope
Seeking to transgress,
That force that prints
When it advances and obstinates, the closing area...
Socializing the looks
Soon your growing will come again
And with him, the confident drunkenness
That all directions they take me...
To find you!!
GRACIELA NOEMI VILLAVERDE writer. Poet from Concepción del Uruguay (Entre Rios) Argentina. Based in Buenos Aires She graduated in letters, author of seven books. Poetry genre. Awarded several times worldwide. She works as she, World Manager of Educational and Social Projects, of the Hispanic World Union of Writers .UHE World Honorary President of the same institution Activa de la Sade, Argentine Society of Writers. Commissioner of honor in the executive cabinet IN THE EDUCATIONAL AND SOCIAL RELATIONS DIVISION, of the UNACCC SOUTH AMERICA ARGENTINA CHAPTER.
