Love of Elder Sister
(This poem is dedicated to my two sisters Urmi and Nimmi)
In every step, a guiding light, she stands,
An elder sister's love, forever grand.
With gentle words and nurturing embrace,
She shields my heart with tender grace.
Her wisdom, like a light in the night, Guides my path, makes it bright.
Through life's challenges, hand in hand we tread,
A bond of love, unbreakable, unwavering, and widespread.
Wazed Abdullah is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj,Bangladesh.
A Bird
One day I was playing in a field.
I saw that, a bird was flying.
I said the bird, “Hey bird,
I want to fly with you.”
Then it said to me,
“You can’t fly with me.
Because you have not wings like me.”
Then I said to it,
“Who told you that, I have not wings?”
Then I make wings in my mind,
And fly with the bird in the wind.
Don Bormon is a student of grade 8 in Harimohan Government High School, Chapainawabganj,
Bangladesh.
Autumn
How can I explain the seduction of this difficult autumn?
The earth smells of departure
Like a leaf of the wind that dances in your absence
In front of our house
I'm afraid to mold you in the thick of the cold
This longing is stronger than the body
Let me hear your voice from afar
How it seduces every particle of this life
Thinking about you.
Emina Đelilović-Kevrić (Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina) After studying the b/h/s (bosnian/croatian/serbian) language and literature at the Philoshopical Faculty in Zenica she got her master's degree on the subject „Memory construction in the South Slavic interlinear community: typical models of the war camp experience in literature“. She is the author of the poetry collection „ This time without history“ and the short stories collection „ Erased lives“. Her collection of poems „ My son and I“ is awarded by the Publishing Foundation of Bosnia and Herzegovina in 2021. In 2022 she won the second place in the international literature competition „ Isnam Taljić“. She is the winner of the second award for the best short story of the regional literature competition „Zija Dizdarević“ 2022, and she won the first place on international literature competition „Nastavi priču“. 2023. she won a third place on international poetry competition „Ossi di Seppia“ Italy
MY YOUTH
I can't forget my youth days,
My dream would fly in the sky,
There my vote, my sweet ages,
The sky would always fascinate me.
My dreams flapped wings and flew,
Even fate would be afraid of me and run,
As if the Sun was the only one shining,
Earth would make Heaven fall in love with her.
Watching the sun and turning on a tune,
I counted stars after the moon went down,
I would greet the Sun every morning,
This is how love would go on.
Being loved, a lucky age of loving,
A beautiful line up of my younger years,
Take the cabbage I put on my head,
Would be great, would amaze me.
Months, days, years, seasons,
It's a memory now, my youth and me.
It's a pity standing in between, a bit,
My youth is growing from afar!
Short creative biography:
Elmaya Jabbarova - was born in Azerbaijan. She is poet, writer, reciter, translator.
Her poems were published in the regional newspapers «Shargin sesi», «Ziya»,
«Hekari», literary collections «Turan», «Karabakh is Azerbaijan!», «Zafar»,
«Buta», foreign Anthologies «Silk Road Arabian Nights», «Nano poem for
Africa», «Juntos por las Letras 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.
BRASS MIRROR
Behind the monastery, under a yew tree, in a lonely grave the worms have already worn out the hands of the one who made the mirror.
In front of the monastery, in the cemetery of discarded things; faded photographs, decapitated icons, saints pleading for salvation, and tarnished brass.
After midnight,
I am a silhouette that jumps into the depth of the mirror.
There’s nothing between us anymore.
Azemina Krehić was born on October 14, 1992 in Metković, Republic of Croatia.
Winner of several international awards for poetry, including:
Award of university professors in Trieste, 2019.,
„Mak Dizdar“ award, 2020.
Award of the Publishing Foundation of the Federation of Bosnia and Herzegovina, 2021.
„Fra Martin Nedić“ Award, 2022.
She is represented in several international anthologies of poetry.
MYSTERY
A century of mirrors, of faces and fiction
The time that circulates summons me
I take my pen and my heart expresses
The rest is mystery Mystery of true faces
tumult of water that is lost
Mystery of distant islands that shine like stars and fleeting flashes, that sink into the sky invested dark and warm
Mystery that calls me It moves me and drags me mystery of naked gods because the fire suffocates them
Mystery of water that is lost
Mystery that calls me in solitude
Mystery that I love beyond coherence.
Graciela Noemi Villaverde
Argentine poet writer based in Buenos Aires
She has a degree in letters, author of 7 books of the poetry genre. She has been awarded several times worldwide. She works as the World Manager of Educational and Public Relations of the Hispano-Mundial Union of Writers UHE and World Honorary President of the same institution.
MAYA TO YOU
Bury in yourself all the desires
that are a trap and a binding
thread for this world.
Survive Maya's first death which is like a blessing.
Once the old man in you dies, another time the body dies,
while the soul has its circle of movement in eternity.
Maya endure all the hardships, because this life is like a dream.
Maya does not regret anything.
IF YOU WANT
If you want peace, keep it in your mind,
Don't look for peace in places where it doesn't exist.
If you want glory, it comes by glorifying God, not by having influential friends,
We, poets, are like flowers, we grow from the rain
we receive as grace, some are roses, some are weeds, there are many of us,
let's connect only if we have similar sensibilities.
If you want to be a particle in the bridges that connect the whole world,
you need to open your heart more strongly and sincerely embrace your brothers and sisters around the world.
If you want peace, you can't get it
if you don't respect the cows that feed the whole world with milk,
if you don't want war in the world,
remember that God and all his followers are watching with sadness how cows are killed en masse,
wars in the world will not stop if we are not compassionate towards cows and all other beings.
If you want peace, keep it in your mind and don't disturb anyone who walks beside you.
Maja Milojković was born in 1975 in Zaječar, Serbia.
She is a person to whomfrom 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 shealso is a member of the Poetry club "Area Felix" in Serbia.
