Open your fire and burn them so that the enemy knows that we do not joke and do not show mercy. Shoot them and make him talk.
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
I arranged the lines of my poetry And learned the rhyme for a long time And when I mastered it, it became a song
They returned but not from the nights They returned to leave me without my imagination They returned and did not know my field
At eleven in the morning, the guns ceased Oppressors and liberators unite momentarily Marking the ending of the Great War
By Tina D'Angeloabout a year ago in Poets
Can you help me? Because I am sick without medicine and in danger? Can you tell me Where is the mistake in my life with boredom?
The year of our ancestors has passed To restore those glories Which grudges stole from us And left us in sorrow
I smiled but my heart was full of sadness I laughed but my chest was full of sadness So what can I do to get rid of the disaster
Rebellious as the wind I love you, O rebellious soul Frozen and cold-hearted Feel my love and joy And be like the bright sun
I am from your roots, my homeland, my memories grew And from your branches, O sadness, my trees grew leaves And from the tears of sadness my drops overflowed
The eye sheds tears after sadness Who will be my reference from now on A teacher in heroism and his knowledge is useful
One day sadness passed and the heart embraced it. Didn't you know, O heart, that you carried the pain? And writing was forbidden, so sadness changed the system
I write poems that go unread Sometimes because I forget them before they escape my head Other times I write them But hide them instead
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
