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Daivik Apr 7
Let me you take to
A forbidden place
Where the water is gold
And stars are jade

Rainbow nation
Elevation
Reach another level
Of consciousness

The birds they talk
And we can fly
And swim simultaneously
In the silver sky

The fountain of youth
Is located there
The garden of fairies
Pairidaeza,Pari-desh

They say it's in the East
I differ
Where all are happy
With a delighted face

You can't reach there by a taxi
A moonlit lake near Mt.Cotopaxi
Shrouded in dark black snowflakes

You will here the primal music
A flute, of when this world began
They make lose your senses
And you'll find yourself in another land
Pairidaeza,Pari-desh

Imagine a portrait of heaven
Painted with infinite colours
And we ain't ever getting older
For death can't visit there

Birds singing such
Mellifluous tunes
Of when this universe
Was just an egg

Diamond laden streets
Live in your dreams
Fly and swim in these skies
Now, if you close your eyes
You can go there
The whole poem is based on paridaeza(Persian for the walled gardens,root for English word 'paradise')

Pari-desh is a self-concocted word
In Hindi,'Pari' means 'fairy' and 'desh' means 'nation'
'Desh' is pronounced 'they-shhhh'
Traveler Dec 2020
The largest mass ****** machine that ever existed!
We make a profit off of death!
Traveler

This is an atrocity
Ceyhun Mahi Sep 2020
هر موج نگاه و خنده ها زیبا است
از یار سخن لب شفا زیبا است
ای دوست چه عجب که بیوفا زیبا است
این عشق و حال مبتلا زیبا است
Translation:

''Each wave of (her) glance and smiles is beautiful,
The words of the healing lips from the beloved are beautiful.
O friend, is it strange? that unfaithful beloved is beautiful,
This love and its state of suffering is beautiful.''

This is my first rubai (rhymed and metered) poem written in Farsi!
Michael R Burch Mar 2020
Brother Iran
by Michael R. Burch

Brother Iran, I feel your pain.
I feel it as when the Turk fled Spain.
As the Jew fled, too, that constricting span,
I feel your pain, Brother Iran.

Brother Iran, I know you are noble!
I too fear Hiroshima and Chernobyl.
But though my heart shudders, I have a plan,
and I know you are noble, Brother Iran.

Brother Iran, I salute your Poets!
your Mathematicians!, all your great Wits!
O, come join the earth’s great Caravan.
We’ll include your Poets, Brother Iran.

Brother Iran, I love your Verse!
Come take my hand now, let’s rehearse
the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.
For I love your Verse, Brother Iran.

Bother Iran, civilization’s Flower!
How high flew your towers in man’s early hours!
Let us build them yet higher, for that’s my plan,
civilization’s first flower, Brother Iran.

Published by MahMag (translated into Farsi by Mahnaz Badihian), Other Voices International, Thanal Online (India), Deviant Art, Portal Vapasin (Farsi). Keywords/Tags: Iran, Iranian, Farsi, Persia, Persian, brotherhood, culture, civilization, poetry, literature, poets, mathematicians, philosophers
I Discomfit
with salvo
the bay
and island
with lifestyle
yet desire
nurtural arc
of tournament
here squire
with her
leg yet
ingress indelible
swoop on
the page
within the
eye's link
of Neverland
Timmy Shanti Nov 2019
when i hear the words 'on fire'
i picture strikers scoring goals,
with skill and prowess to admire -
not self-immolating blue-clad girls

the game can be so cruel...
are you as free as you think you are?
your views and wishes can lead to ruin,
yet your beliefs will get you far

our never-ending dream of a world of equality,
no borders - within or without
some might say you're of inferior quality
but have they a clue about

your struggles, your hardships, your toil?..
your designs they shan't ever foil
your eyes and your heart, shining bright,
will burn right through the day and the night

be the spark and light the fire!
a revolution of love -
something to remember and admire
be the last one to have a laugh
Autumn 2019
Here is to #oneworld
R Dickson Nov 2018
Guns are all now silent,
The killings all been done,
The boys are coming home,
The war’s ended, but not for some,

The war to end all wars ended,
One hundred years ago,
The killings started over again,
No poppies in the meadow,

Civil war in Yemen,
The Saudis and Iran,
Russia starts an arms race,
Trump’s wall building plan,

Caravan from Honduras,
Fleeing death and repulsion,
Troops at the Mexican border,
With guns and no discussion,

Mothers fears and lovers tears,
Of family they’ll never see again,
Shootings at schools and bars,
Talk of gun control all in vain.
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