The Modest Little Wish - Carl Spitteler

In the days when I was little

   had they asked me what I wanted,

What I'd wish for first if wishes

   ever could be really granted,

We Have Everything We Need - Selina Nwulu

We have each become a small world,

spinning from one collision to another.

We scrub cities off our skins

and watch its roads leave tracks in the bath.

Christ The Word! - Bishop Nektarios of Aegina

Christ The Word! Thine Incarnation

Links my nature to Thine own;

By Thy sore Humiliation,

I am lifted to Thy throne;

By Thy suffering Thou hast fired me

With a zeal to sacrifice,

And to noble life inspired me,—

Hence my grateful songs arise.

Ghost - Reza Shirmarz

I don’t like the words

“good bye”

between your lips.

How silent are you? - Tabitha M'bawa

You come to take parents and relatives

Leaving the children

Crying

In endless sorrow.

Fitzy and the Revolution - Ishion Hutchinson

The rumour broke first in Duckensfield.

Fitzy dropped the shutters of his rum shop.

By time it got to Dalvey there were three suicides.

The mechanic in Cheswick heard and gave his woman

a fine trashing; but, to her credit, she nearly scratched his heart

out his chest during the howl and leather smithing.

My World - Anonymous

Say goodbye to our courtyard.

Tomorrow we’re setting out on the road,

leaving our little courtyard to be demolished.

Only the dog walkers will survive - Oral Arukenova

zhanna’s gonna crash

kurban’s gonna snap

anel’s got a bruise

that fits right under her mask

The Fish Market in Athens - Ivan Theofilov

In the cheerful narrow backstreets

with shops of advertisingly confessive mood

along the motley swarming crowds

where oriental customs reign,

here they are – a commercial cathedral

Sonnet X - Carlo Maggi

Soul, by thy deep demerit sore distressed, 

Dear to thy Lord — ah! why by woe subdued? 

He asks thy love: — but thou wouldst love exclude 

For love must fail, if hope forsake the breast!