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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

The masks fell
The masks have fallen from your faces, O rulers It is time to liberate the judgments Let us resist on God's land For we do not fear the aggression of the aggressor
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Get your anger out and speak up.
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 2 years ago in Poets
My poetic sidewalks
I arranged the lines of my poetry And learned the rhyme for a long time And when I mastered it, it became a song I lit the lighthouse
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Along Mystical Nature
As the cool breeze caress upon my heart, I feel like a fluffy cloud drifting in the whimsical sky. Time passes, and I feel younger, as if rain is refreshing my parched soul.
By Malleswari2 years ago in Poets
They came back but not at night.
They returned but not from the nights They returned to leave me without my imagination They returned and did not know my field
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
To rise again
In this open, honest space, I’ve seen stars supernova and collapse in on themselves, Taking back all the light they so generously emitted.
By Sabayo Matiku2 years ago in Poets
You pay the price for the life you live. Top Story - November 2024.
Many "Rich people", whom you consider all-lucky Deal with countless misfortunes and pay to get what you say, 'Luck!' = A wife you see— cherishing every luxury; all that spiceHas her heels cut and her hands scarred with veins of sacrificeEdison earned his life, the fame, and the betterA light bulb cost him hardships and teacher's letterSocial media stars seem like having no regretTheir sacrifice of privacy and the unseen debt~"Woah! All those friends... Your life is prime"': He radiated his energy, gifts, and time'"Her baby, her beauty— She's the luckiest mom"': The 9 months were rigorous than a storm'
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
Can he?
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?
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
The past according to the traditions of our ancestors. Content Warning.
The year of our ancestors has passed To restore those glories Which grudges stole from us And left us in sorrow I thought how evil we are
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
snooze
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
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
Your soul is a raging volcano
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
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets
I will go to my memories
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
By Kisama Riyo 2 years ago in Poets