Autora Rosita Piñero 

Venezuela 

         UNIVERSO SIN FRONTERAS

En el jardín de los secretos

donde el amor y la locura se entrelazan

tus besos, ternura derrochada

encienden la pasión que jamás se apaga.

Tus manos caricias que acarician

despiertan en mí un torbellino de emociones.

Tus ojos luceros que me guían

me llevan a un mundo de sensaciones

en este jardín de ensueño

donde la razón se desvanece, y yo

me entrego a ti sin reservas.

A tu amor que me enloquece

tus besos néctar divino

me transportan a un estado de éxtasis

donde tu fuego me consume,y

me hace sentir que el tiempo no existe.

En este jardín de amor y locura

donde la pasión es la reina

me pierdo en ti, me encuentro en ti,

y juntos creamos un universo sin fronteras.

D.R.A ®️

Caracas, febrero 2025

©Victoria Suéver

ESPERANZA DE NUEVO AÑO

Un año que despunta como aurora, 

con luz dorada y promesas de albores, 

despierta en el alma anhelos mejores, 

como un jardín que en primavera aflora.

Es tiempo de sembrar sueños fecundos, 

de surcar los mares de incertidumbre, 

y dar al porvenir pasos profundos.

Un lienzo limpio, sin manchas ni huellas, 

se extiende ante el pincel de nuestra mano. 

Cada trazo que demos será humano, y cada estrella, una meta más bella.

Vienen días de brisas renovadas, 

de voces que alzan cánticos sinceros, 

de abrazos fuertes, de lazos certeros, 

y almas que curan heridas pasadas.

El reloj marcó el adiós del quebranto, 

sus campanadas fueron el olvido 

de lo que pesó, de lo mal vivido; 

renacemos en su sonoro canto.

Un año que inicia es un campo abierto, 

un valle donde florece el destino. 

Cada paso será un verso divino que escriba la vida con rumbo cierto.

Es hora de labrar con manos firmes 

la tierra que espera nuevas semillas, 

y ver cómo el futuro logra erigirse.

El tiempo trae sendas desconocidas, 

pero también la fuerza que redime 

y en los anhelos, hallamos la vida.

Alcemos la copa, brindemos con fuego 

por los días que aún no han sido escritos, 

por el amor que renace infinito, 

por los sueños que esperan tras el juego.

El año es poema de rimas exactas, 

cada día un verso, cada mes un canto. 

En sus estrofas forjemos encanto.

Así, este ciclo que hoy comenzamos, 

con júbilo, con fuerza renovada, 

será el faro que guíe nuestra andanza 

y el eco eterno de lo que soñamos.

©Victoria Suéver.2025

Madrid, España

 Dr. Ezhil Vendhan

#FLOWERS_NOT_FOR_SALE 

I always feel about to blossom as of now 

however taller grown I have

glimmering fabulous colours in radiance

and pleasant beautiful ambience.

Extend not your hands towards me

or try to put your fingers over my petals,

definitely not to pluck any bud for reasons,

waiting for budding in full from my branches.

Just watch my garden of poetic rosettes 

and enjoy silently the spreading fragrance. 

These flowers are not for sale or for hire

as it has been well said even without a telling. 

I am stubborn on this regard as principle, 

not for adjustments compensations or compromises.

Once it is announced for sale or such others 

I’m to accept the demand which may be

implied and enforced over me, but I’m not.

It is my poetry garden not poultry or habitual

kitchen garden grooming for nutrition promotion.

Poetry is something serene sane and rejenuation

contemplating a theme write in flow enjoying vibration. 

©️ Dr Ezhil Vendhan

#FLORES_NÃO_PARA_VENDA

Eu sempre me sinto prestes a florescer a partir de agora 

por mais alto que eu tenha crescido,

não estendas as tuas mãos para mim

ou tente colocar os dedos sobre minhas pétalas,

definitivamente não arrancar um botão por qualquer motivo,

esperando a brotação completa dos meus galhos.

Apenas observe meu jardim de rosetas poéticas 

e desfrute silenciosamente da fragrância que se espalha. 

Estas flores não estão à venda ou aluguel

como foi bem dito, mesmo sem ser dito. 

Sou teimoso neste aspecto como princípio, 

não para compensações de ajustes ou compromissos.

Assim que for anunciado para venda ou outros 

Devo aceitar a exigência que pode ser

implícito e imposto sobre mim, mas não sou.

É meu jardim de poesia, não de aves ou hobbituais

preparação de hortas para promoção nutricional.

Poesia é algo sereno, são e rejeitado

contemplando um tema escreva em fluxo desfrutando de vibração. 

©️ Dr. Ezhil Vendhan

#Portuguese_Translation : Fatima Gameiro 

Baby Karforma, Tati Sitaim, Brajesh Kumar Gupta Mewadev, Minti Gogoi, Alicia Minjarez Alicia Minjarez Ramírez,  Usha Moni Saikia, Shoshana Vegh, Anna Ferriero,  Edith Elvira Colqui Rojas, Valentina Genoiu Geambasu, Nancy Denniss, Eluca Atali, Author Williamsji Maveli

 Neidi Romani 

The Inner

Voyage of Love

In the corridors of my mind, love takes flight,

A soaring bird in dawn's first light.

From thought to soul, its path unwinds,

A journey deep where passion binds.

Love flows like rivers, vast and wide,

A swelling tide on every side.

It journeys down from crown to heel,

A voyage bright with heart's appeal.

The heart-a harbor, strong and deep,Where passions blend and secrets keep.It beats with fervor, pure and true,

A home where love is born anew.

Through veins it courses, streams of gold,

Warming the spirit, fierce and bold.

Each step it takes, a dance so sweet,

In love's embrace, we find our beat.

From mind's inception to feet's release,Love's journey grants the soul its peace.Within this temple, bright and sure,

Love stands eternal-strong and pure.

Author : Dr. Neide Romani

Country: Brazil All rights reserved Date: 2025-02-04

 I RETURN TO THE GRASSLANDS- 1

 Tống Thu Ngâ

I return to the meadows

The flowers bloom white with compassion

I return to the meadows

Where are the migratory birds

The stormy season is over

I wear a virgin shirt

Hair smells of wild grass

Looking up at the morning sun

The meadows are my father's homeland

The golden rice is my mother's homeland

I am far from my childhood

Tears keep welling up

Coffee flowers bloom white

The whole field is fragrant

Birds chirp and pick rice

A vast area is bustling

I return to the meadows

The durian flowers are pure white

The durian tree has not yet bloomed

Cicadas sing

I return to the meadows

A flock of white butterflies floats

Wandering around the dreamy garden

Waiting for the durian fruit to weave silk

The vastness of the meadows

I love a piece of sky

Full of the color of the sunlight

Your shirt is drying in the yard...

Tống Thu Ngân@All Rights Reserved 

TTN 1134

#thơtống

  Clarena Martínez Turizo

MI ANGEL 

En el silencio del tiempo

en lo profundo del corazón 

hallo inscrito tú nombre 

cómo una canción, retumbando 

en el laberinto de los recuerdos

de mi amor.

Veo en cada gesto tus grandes 

muestras de amor

en complicidad con el viento

que siempre me trae tu olor,

tu cariño que nunca termina

me estremece con pasión.

Me haces felíz con tus detalles, 

me llena de emoción, ese 

"te amo mi ángel" estremece las 

fibras más profundas en mi corazón,

eres mi amor infinito, eres mi corazón, 

eres tú también el angelito que me

ha regalado el creador, te amo a cada 

instante te amo con todas las fuerzas

de mi corazón.

Autor : Clarena Martínez Turizo 

País: Colombia

Derechos reservados.

Magangué Bolívar 01- 03-2025.Hr : 6:30 Pm

 /Jasmina Ćirković

НА КРАЈУ ЧОВЕК

 

Купујеш време, заостало у трену обрисаних сећања,

отвореног надања, зглобних уздања,  перјаница здвајања.

Изаткана су сва провиђења у откосима наших виђења,

у сурогатима упознавања себе у теби, тебе у себи.

Најезда врелина се отргне даху, крем де ла крем дрема у мраку.

Изоштрена су сва чула баш ниједан ветар не кадри да их одува.

 

Зајапурили су си сви тренови, освежили су се суви дренови,

тек куља сок из суве гране на корак од почетка измицања,

тихо човек стане.

Autor/Jasmina Ćirković/

IK Svet knjige

Između mene i neba

 Critical Appreciation: "Overshadowed by your Absence" by Aziz Mountassir

In the realm of poetry, where words are wielded as emotional daggers, Aziz Mountassir's "Overshadowed by your Absence" stands out as a masterpiece of lyrical expression. This poignant poem delves into the depths of love, longing, and the existential despair that accompanies the absence of the beloved.

The poem's central theme – the overwhelming presence of absence – is expertly woven throughout the narrative. Mountassir's use of imagery and symbolism creates a richly textured landscape, where the reader is invited to immerse themselves in the poet's emotional turmoil. The lines "The city lights of my heart go out in your absence, / Like a moonless sky, lost in darkness" set the tone for a poignant exploration of the human heart, one that is both deeply personal and universally relatable.

One of the most striking aspects of this poem is its use of metaphor. The comparison of the beloved's absence to a "moonless sky" is a masterful stroke of poetic genius, highlighting the desolate and barren landscape of the poet's emotional world. The image of "whisper shadows" and "flowers of my life" that "wilt with your departure" adds to the sense of desolation, underscoring the idea that the beloved's absence has drained the poet's life of its vitality and color.

Mountassir's use of language is characterized by its precision and economy, with each word carefully chosen to convey the nuances of his emotional vision. The poem's structure and form are equally impressive, with a clear and consistent rhythm that underscores the poet's message. The use of enjambment and caesura adds to the poem's sense of flow, mirroring the natural cadence of the human voice.

The poem's exploration of the complexities of love is equally impressive. Mountassir's portrayal of love as a force that is both creative and destructive, life-affirming and soul-crushing, is a nuanced and deeply insightful one. The lines "You wake storms in my veins, / A whirlwind of longing, of burning desire" capture the all-consuming passion of love, while the image of being "carried away by the waves" and finding "peace" in the "wreck" of the beloved's love underscores the idea that love can be both redemptive and annihilating.

In conclusion, "Overshadowed by your Absence" is a masterpiece of poetic expression, one that offers a profound and deeply personal exploration of the human heart. Mountassir's use of metaphor, imagery, and symbolism creates a richly textured landscape, one that invites the reader to immerse themselves in the poet's emotional world. This poem is a testament to the power of poetry to capture the essence of the human experience, and to the skill and sensitivity of its author.

India🇮🇳 Bharat 

Dr Ashok Kumar

International Peace activist 

International mystic poet 

Ambassador of IFCH Morocco Africa 

International Critic

 Dr. Ashok Kumar

Can a Bird Fly on Only One Wing?

In the realm of the skies, where birds take flight,

A question echoes, a wonder in sight.

Can a bird fly on only one wing?

A query that sparks, a debate that clings.

The answer lies, in the laws of the air,

In the principles of lift, and the balance that's fair.

A bird's wings beat, in a harmonious sway,

Creating lift and thrust, to soar through the day.

But on one wing alone, the balance is lost,

The lift and thrust, no longer countercrossed.

The bird would falter, and its flight would cease,

For balance and harmony, are the keys to release.

Yet, in the realm of dreams, where imagination soars,

A bird with one wing, can still fly to great shores.

For in the heart and soul, of every living being,

Lies a strength and resilience, that can make the impossible seeming.

So let us not limit, the possibilities of our mind,

For even on one wing, a bird can still leave its mark in kind.

For it's not the physical form, that determines our flight,

But the strength of our spirit, and the courage that ignites.

Copyright 2025 Dr. Ashok Kumar

All rights reserved.

Baraut, Baghpat, UP, India

  Alicia de la Paz

 Ya casi...

Ya casi termina el día 

todo lleno de sorpresas 

degusté la sinfonía

que nació en mi cabeza.

Esta mente imagina 

nuestra próxima reunión

aunque en mi alma trina 

un himno del corazón.

Tantos versos afloran

por tangible razón:

*ya se acerca la hora

de estar juntos corazón*.

Besos y abrazos percibo

en una calle hermosa 

y ahí, por ti escribo

una melodía preciosa.

Por supuesto que inspirada 

en una historia de amor 

de esas tan afanadas 

dónde estamos tú y yo...

Ya casi...Primero DIOS...

Con amor: 

Alicia de la Paz