Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance - Carl Sandburg..........Poetry should be great and unobtrusive, a thing which enters into one's soul, and does not startle it or amaze it with itself, but with its subject - John Keats .........Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge - William Wordsworth ..........Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand - Plato .........No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language - Samuel Taylor Coleridge .........One demands two things of a poem. Firstly, it must be a well-made verbal object that does honor to the language in which it is written. Secondly, it must say something significant about a reality common to us all, but perceived from a unique perspective. What the poet says has never been said before, but, once he has said it, his readers recognize its validity for themselves - W. H. Auden ...........Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash - Leonard Cohen .........There is a pleasure in poetic pains which only poets know - William Cowper .........Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood -T. S. Eliot ..........Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason - Novalis...........He who draws noble delights from sentiments of poetry is a true poet, though he has never written a line in all his life - George Sand .........A poem is never finished, only abandoned - Paul Valery ........A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland - Kahlil Gibran.............Poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance - John Keats..........To be a poet is a condition, not a profession - Robert Frost........A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself - E. M. Forster.........Publishing a volume of verse is like dropping a rose petal down the Grand Canyon and waiting for the echo - Don Marquis...........Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things - T. S. Eliot ..........You can tear a poem apart to see what makes it tick. You're back with the mystery of having been moved by words. The best craftsmanship always leaves holes and gaps so that something that is not in the poem can creep, crawl, flash or thunder in - Dylan Thomas .........Poetry is boned with ideas, nerved and blooded with emotions, all held together by the delicate, tough skin of words - Paul Engle......... There is not a joy the world can give like that it takes away! Lord Byron

From the Bow of Battle

Sonnet Mondal - India


Sitting with backs to each other

two worlds converge in the borderline

of an estuary with the ocean of skies.


Thinking as a lazy habit fails to decide

the course of waters ready to flow

like sprinters waiting for gun fire.

Anthem of the Memory

Jovica Tasevski Eternijan - Macedonia


The space that expands

and contracts, the face

that is built

and knocked down,

the time that darkens


- the ether, protection,

Direct -


Trembling hand of the order:

Nidhi Chauhan


You aint going nowhere
Leaving me alone
You will stay with me
Always in my memories
In what used to be home.

Left your imprints everywhere i see
Can't escape from it all, your eyes won't let me flee.
I want to forget it all
forget you ever loved me.
Waking up each morning without you


Itís near time to leave for the unknown

Jumoke Verissimo - Nigeria


(For a friend living with cancer)


Itís time to leave for the unknown

Time when past years skid in my head

Time to shed burden of despair

From a mind where tears peak gut


Ignorance is no virtue for one dying

I choose contentment in knowing nothing

Gathering strength thinking and disregarding

Doubts in your eyes: my death foretold

Thus spoke Tamara

Fahredin Shehu - Kosovo


I have polished the eyes of suffered child

Removing steamy layers of his vision

To see a sparkling teeth while I smile

And my soulís dormant and well hidden planet of hate


I have washed the stratosphere of disasters

Their parents layered meticulously in his being

With tears with love impregnated

I have peeled all membranes of polluted spirit

Jasmine Seller

Sayed Gouda - Egypt

Translated from Arabic by the Author


i am a jasmine seller

i get up in the morning with the birds

my eyes hug daylight

my heart sips the scent of life

i see a line of ants on the ground

i throw a cube of sugar to them

i leave a piece of bread

And a handful of rice

On the threshold of my door

Provision for the morning birds

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