Ahlam Bsharat, PalestineThe PoemsI Am Watermelon, I Am LambMy family used me to drink water,they thought I was a tin cup.This goes back to the day I cupped my palm in prayer,and to the times I'd fallen but didn't break.A deep gash in my left leg left...

Dimitris Kosmopoulos, GreeceThe PoemsFlight His favourite game was to cut out bird shapes from newspaper pages. Small ones and larger ones, some with open wings others ona branch.Later, he placed them in a white chest under the bed. At night,&nb...

Ana Maria Oviedo Palomares, Bolivarian Republic of VenezuelaThe PoemsTINDUF ROSESWe are the root that resistsbelow the sand,tangled in phosphate,impossible to tear from the ground, even if they take everything.We are keeping multiplying everywhereI s...

Nthabiseng JahRose Jafta, South AfricaThe PoemsIt's in our namesA child bearing gifts as I trot the earth To unknot life's mysteriesEvery branch in the family tree has a name.Ke theoha kgulong la Matselane le Mpho I am a native to Mother of Journeys ...

Aldo Gerbino, ItalyThe PoemsItineraries, 2The gene of death is dozing under these dunes of cerealsof awns, along itineraries of coleoptersthrough a sky almost without history.I can perceive this sorrow kneaded with tirednesswith aboulia fed by the fi...

Thomas Tsalapatis, GreeceThe PoemsPoachers  Lord lord how I want to write a little poem(Bon dieu de bon dieu que j'ai envie d'écrire un petit poème)Raymond Queneau It is oh so hardTo catch a poemJust common knowledgePoems preferto distance thems...

Barbara Pogačnik, SloveniaThe PoemsTO CATCH A TAIL Suddenly, I see a fish behind the wheelof a tram coming towards me. InstantlyI find myself in the driver's seatof my red and green tram. The rusty wheels gurgle brightly, as does the water under the ...

Antonis D. Skiathas, GreeceThe PoemsThe salpinxThere are,days with sobs like heaversin nocturnal patrols,there are,nights with brothers slaughteredin blasphemies of consciousness,there are lives with workers mailing birth painsand desires bulimic to ...

Ko Un, South KoreaThe PoemsThe WhisperRain falls.I sit at my desk.The desk quietly says:Once I was a flower, was a leaf, was a stalk.I was a long root beneath the groundthat stretched as far as yonder desert oasisA scrap of iron on the desk says:I wa...

Esta Razou, GreeceThe PoemsAround me the earth gives birth toperfumesInside me their juicesthe flavorslike a pirate treasure chestfar from prying eyes,hiddenAnd you?Which flavorempowers you and keeps you far from me?Which juices drip in the minddepth...

Penelope Zardoukα, GreeceThe PoemsPenelope's OdysseyIn my own OdysseyPenelope goes down to Hadesevery dayHidden travel undergroundshe comes down with an improvised flashlightshe stumbles constantlythe downhill is endlessshe hears the dead screamingti...

Fani Athanasiadou, Greece A lesson in confinement Between us the touch The PoemsA lesson in confinement A lesson in confinement crossword puzzle for strong solvers read the small advertisements published in the local newspaper until it was final...

Christos Dikbasanis, Greece WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT? OFFER AND SACRIFICE  The PoemsWHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT?I gave you my dreams, my dead sponds in spaceWhat else do you want?In the frozen Universe I was left alone to look you in the eyesNo sadness l...

Marta López Vilar, Spain THE TREE The PoemsTHE TREEI look at the tree bathed in sunlight. I look at its branches, its leaves, I observe how its roots emerge from the dirt. The sun rises and nothing seems to end ever. All things return to their beginn...

Anna Griva, GreeceThe PoemsArtemisia Gentileschi in her atelier The walls tables and floors filled with Holofernes' head sometimes cradled by Judith and sometimes in the arms of a maidservant She looks at the heads and feels deep inside the weight of...

Konstantinos Bouras, GreeceThe PoemsI am a tiger in a cage with Polar bearsI am the dead man who was dragged upFrom the electric railway. I committed suicide in a state of Mental rapture without thinking of leaving a Note behind. No, it wasn't despai...

Cleopatra Lymberi, GreeceThe PoemsTHE BOWMEN OF SHUWhat flower has come into blossom?(Song of the Bowmen of Shu)Ezra PoundThe bowmen of Shu still live inside the poemthe bowmen of Shu still exist – I speak, thereforeI am (I 've always been chatt...

Vladimir Martinovski, Republic of North Macedonia The PoemsFAMILY PORTRAIT Inspired by a black and white photographfrom the Museum ofPhotography in ParisThe Fatheris missingHe probably neverliked to have his picture taken(or maybe he's hidingbeh...

 Nikos Fotopoulos, Greece The wave of a night set adrift The Poems The wave of a night set adrift A rowdy windcarries awaymy darksome landnostos -onerously longing to return home-drawing me down into the deepand the black seais nourishing within...

Kostas Gouliamos, CyprusThe PoemsThere are surprises in the air I am considering a more spacious death Like the one your ink is shaping Because the time when planes hung from my neck has passed And I couldn't tell what was hiding behind the machine P...