Winter – A poem by Seyed Mehdi Mousavi

Injustice is going… It’s their turn now After the end of winter, another winter arrives “Year, fortune, wealth, state, lineage, throne, fate” They may not have it, but sometimes they get a piece of bread! “Desire has no unsuccessful result” After the storm, rain falls on the ground! “The sky bears green fruits” The story […]...

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The Path of Blood – A Poem by Alireza Abbasi

روند Nerves gaze into the sorrowful darkness they walk through. ک The river flows and pours through the path of the pupil. توانیم آن را داشته باشیم “Life is not just about having it, it’s about shedding blood on the way.” زیادی ریخته می‌شود Sudden death is not just a random occurrence, how much blood […]...

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Unattainable Fish – A poem by Ali Qanbari

چگونه پاسخ دهم I am thinking about how to answer the questions. دردسرها رها شوم I will leave my luggage at the lobby, enter the apartment, and be free from all the troubles. می کنم I will use the table for Socratic discussions. I am thinking. میز I will put the next boredom on the […]...

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“Rivers of Escape – a poem by Mohammad Mehdi Pour”

ه می‌کشند In the morning, when the winds of nerves pull towards a path of departure from home. را They will do and water between the meat cloths on themselves. ها را I will conquer the seas, from reef to reef, the waters. But he was standing next to the sailless boats and children. رود […]...

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On the grave of Mokhtari – a poem by Ali Hosseini

بود I wandered among the graves and couldn’t find you, because your tombstone was small. It was and what was written on it except your name. He is only a poet and writer, and that is enough. I cried at your grave in the dead city, I cried for this. کردم I cried for the […]...

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“Without the final meeting – A poem by Reza Ekvanian”

Death, this bitter tale with a tightly bound rope around the teeth. Open mouths to swallow humans. Three men separately. به آغوش مادر انسان رنج خورده در گلو Thirsty for the embrace of a suffering human mother, thirsty for the embrace of a suffering human mother in the throat. To meet the father of the […]...

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Four poems for the peace of slaughter – Bakhtash Abtin

1 Complexity is complicated, borders are complicated, geography is complicated, the world is complicated. اقیانوس The third of the oppressed, poor, and rough! It is complicated, the mass suicide of whales in the ocean. The coast is simple, but the suffocated passports of immigrants on boats. “Third world, the sacrifice! Bread and death are cheap […]...

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We were a few – a poem by Hamed Rahmati

“Right-aligned image” Hamed Rahmati We were a few people. Spring. From the crack in the wall. Still found! Jacob I heard from behind the poles. He became a father. And he said, “Tell me his name.” Ocean… or sky. Let it be! Ibrahim. I understood from behind the poles. His mother passed away. And his […]...

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I have never lived a life like myself – a poem by Monireh Hosseini

کشید Freedom for someone who has spent years taking breaths with the bars of their cell. “Keshide ast yani habs-e abad! Az pay-e choobeh-ye daar” “Being pulled means eternal imprisonment! From the feet of the wooden stake” من کسی نفهمد I hide my last words with a lump in my throat so that no one […]...

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“Tarsuha” – a poem by Reza Ekvanian

نگران نباشید “Anchor her, anchor her, anchor her! I am with you, you who should not worry.” و اندیشه From the graves, from the stones that are the remnants of history, from the prevalence of love and thought. Among the remaining words of Azar-e-Siah, from the smile of the poet. تمایلاتش “In the last line […]...

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If I didn’t come with the blossoms – a poem by Shahryar Behrouz

Tell the little girl: Sometimes even the crows come home. ِ آن را هیچ کس نمی‌فهمد And in the scent of your hair, sadness grows deeper that no one understands. در راه She has a long night, tell me there is always a stone in our footsteps. ‌است Sometimes it takes us in the direction […]...

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Where is the world taking me – a poem by Reza Ekvanian

Where is the world taking me that I can’t speak my words and… Fear has gripped my throat. Where is the world taking me? I cannot read, my dear world, my dear world. My eyes. و به تو فکر می‌کنم I close my eyes and think of you. خیال من‌اند And I go to the […]...

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