A good poem is a contribution to reality. The world is never the same once
a good poem has been added to it. A good poem helps change the shape
of the universe, helps to deepen the knowledge that each has of himself and of
world around him. — Dylan Thomas
Poetry must surprise by a beautiful excess and not by singularity – it must
strike the reader as a formulation of his own highest thoughts and appear
almost a memory. — John Keats
A poet is a nightingale who sits in the dark and sings to cheer up his people
loneliness with sweet sounds. — Percy Byshe Shelley
Poetry and beauty always make peace. When you read something beautiful, you find coexistence; it breaks down the walls. — Mahmoud Darwish
By Tahreem Asghar
We are tired, my heart and I
The many stars in the sky
I can’t light up my nights
My eyes are swollen and dry
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We are tired, my heart and I
I’ve knocked on many doors
But I couldn’t find one at your abode
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My ears long for the sound of your voice
My eyes twist for the spy of your soul
In search of the soul of my hamdam, I cry day and night
We are tired, my heart and I
By Asbah Khan
The great weeping willow,
With its cascade of leaves.
Gently sways in the breeze
Like we’re dancing to a song,
Plucked on the delicate strings
of the lute.
The music I hear;
Is made of
Whispers of the wind,
rustle of leaves,
cuckoo cries,
And the melody of songbirds.
The tree turns and turns its head.
Her crown of emerald foliage,
shine in the sun
As he welcomes the arrival of spring.
By Mashal Farid
I heard voices in my head, I ignored
Despite the pain in my legs, I strode
The days were the smooth surface of
fine stones
In a constant whirlwind
Like superficiality in a sunny shelter
A blank stare at the sweltering sky
And the cries that push me…
Now mad… mad… mad…