“Keep love in your heart. A life without it is
like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.” ~Oscar Wilde
OUR POETRY ARCHIVE wishes all
poets, poetess, and readers of this journal a wonderful month of love and
inspiration. February is the month of love, and as Oscar Wilde so elegantly
states; a heart and life without love are like flowers that have not received
the beautiful nourishing rays and warmth of the sun. As an Administrator and
member of the group, “Love Poetry,” I read many poems that are written from
deep inside the very depths of the poet’s and poetess’s hearts. Some poets and
poetess from “Love Poetry” are featured in this month’s, February 2016 issue of
OUR POERTY ARCHIVE. I am very proud to see their work and beautiful words
featured along with the other wonderful poets and poetess throughout the world.
Love is a splendorous expression
that each of these poets and poetess have written within their poetry. Their words
are like the rays of sunshine that give life to gardens, drawing out the
radiant colors of blooming flowers. It is an honor to read such talent and pure
heart from the members of “Love Poetry,” and also the words of poets and
poetess featured on this website. There is freedom and life in their words. It
brings to mind a favorite quote of mine, “You’ve gotta dance like there’s
nobody watching, Love like you’ll never be hurt, Sing like there’s nobody
listening, And live like it’s heaven on earth.” ~William W. Purkey
Love, Love, Love, is my theme of
life, and is also the theme my personal poetry. Blessings and love to you all,
during this month of love.
This 11th issue of the 1st volume
of “Our Poetry Archive”,- FEBRUARY 2016’ presents near about hundred poems of
thirty-six poets around the world. As the viewership of this online monthly
poetry journal is growing fast, let’s hope the journal will get constant
support of poets and readers alike to remain as resourceful as ever.
Our Poetry Archive asks all to keep
on sending their poetical creations only to its mail address: <email@example.com>
with the confirmed permission to publish the poems along with the profile
pictures; on and before the 25th of every month.
Poets do not struggle
with bullets and knives,
they write verses, sing
and extend their hands.
They yield in inspiration
in the hours of loneliness,
they count with verses and strophes
fine weathers and storms.
Poets do not love
simply for love.
They write verses for naked bodies
before they touch them.
They are absorbed by love and swim
in love’s depths
and after, they write poems
for “the moment” that is lost…
A well – dressed verse
with a red, full of freshness
and fragrance carnation on the lapel
pops out right
in the crown to dance.
Two strophes start a feast
on the white paper.
On top, an underlined title
assigns the intention of the poem.
Rhymes, words, “moments”
are valuable and invaluable
materials for a Poet
to make an emotion,
to pay off a debt
and to defeat a chimera.
There are moments,
that Poets owe to keep silence:
When birds sing,
rivers flow their water quietly,
sun shines and warms everywhere
and people live in harmony.
And there are times
that Poets own to cry out:
When the sky is getting dark
from smoke of rockets’ and fires’,
sea is darkening from oil
and sea-gulls are dying from pollution.
When sun isn’t warming all the people
and children are unhappy.
When ear spreads panic,
fear and death,
leave behind ruins,
cripples and shuttered devastated dreams.
Then, Poets owe to write.
Making pen a weapon,
a message and a hope.
Till they come again these moments
that Poets owe to keep silence.