Read a poem from this month’s selection of poems by English language learners. These poems are not categorized by theme or topic, so choose a poem and enjoy the surprise of where it takes you!
Rush
I can see your light every afternoon,
I can see your face on the moon;
If you do not come at noon,
Of love I will die pretty soon.
By Alberto Lopez
To a Shark
Here lies a white shark
Whose life was printed on a blue chart.
By Alberto Lopez
Triumph
Letters and books have supported
Our knowledge,
Through the wise teachings
The goal has been achieved
And with it,
Prosperity has been reached.
By Alberto Lopez
A Poem for the Martyred of Bomb Blasts in Pakistan
Crippled hope swinging high,
In the mid of Blackening day
Shinning sun, getting dimed,
Moving air catching fear,
Swerving legs, broken steps,
Perched lips, shivered souls,
Quickened motions, hustled clienteles,
Awaited eyes, pale learners,
Ajared ends, bewildered smiles,
Waned laughters
Half recovered injuries, half shook hands
Half opened lips_
Halted Fast
Forever Alas!
O father and daughter
O mother and son
O sister and brother
Of Departed Dear
I do not fear,
The ebb and flow
Because I know:
Heavens greeting thee
World is with me:
In the moving cyclone
I’m never Alone
I’m never Alone!!!
By Asia from Access Pakistan
Blood Ruby
Blood
Red like a ruby
Red like the sunset.
Blood
A vehicle for oxygen
For life.
Blood
Red as a beating heart
Red like a red soldier
Starving to live and to fight
To get that red ruby
In a sunset made of blood.
By Berenice from Mexico
Death
What is death?
Is it when you are not able
To talk to the one you admire,
Not being able to see the face
Of whom you adore, not being
Able to touch them, I don’t know
What is death but I know what it’s not
Death is not when you are able
To smile and to laugh with your loved ones
Death is when you are not feeling the pain,
The anguish, melancholy and the isolation
I don’t know what is death but I know what it’s not
By Precilicious from Access South Africa
Don’t Be Inane
Get rid of the train
That roars in your brain
Your sanity is likely to wane
Relying only on others is in vain
Many of them are eager to feign
And over you, they tend to reign
Once they mesmerize you, they will never refrain
Break the chain and seize your own rein
Only your own wits can help you attain
The shoreline before you faint
We Long for Peace
No need to retrace
Previous faults or disgrace
Just look ahead and think twice
How lovely it could be nice
If we live together in one place
With good grace
Show a smiling face
That fills the whole space
With a message of peace
That none dare to efface
By Chaouki from Tunisia
Fighting Failure
Heads down as we fall
It was a dream, it was a goal.
We all say we out of luck,
We sit down and no stall.
So how in earth we just expect
Much care and no neglect?
Giving up will make us deserve
By Ahmad from Jordan
Haiku
A deserted heart
Rotting in despair drowning
In all sorrow past
By Denzel from Zimbabwe
Honest
I was born honest because I’m
Just being honest. I was going to tell a
Life but I had to tell the truth I’m just
Being honest. Sometimes being honest is good
Honest, do you know what is honest? Honest,
Is the opposite of reliable. You can lie to me
But be honest to yourself. Honest the
Prosperity for life. Honest is like a poem
That can’t be written. Honest is like our
Promises of another tomorrow
By Mamelodi from Access South Africa
Hypocrisy
A multi-faced spook figure,
With moving hands and twisted legs
Eyes at four sides;
Looks bitterly sweet and weirdly good,
Caste spells to capture the soul,
Golden dragon at hand
Spits out fire,
Nails like hair it grew on body,
When look
its soft,
When touch it hurts,
Arms wide open for embrace
Under that a stinging scorpion rest,
Deceivingly Graceful
Oh! You be careful!
Once come in it’s grip
No way to skip;
Sated thorny way,
For that I say,
Just run away
Just run away!!
By Asia from Access Pakistan
Ice cream
I don’t think
Intagation
Entered
Into it
Officer
You see
There were
Little negro girl
Standing here
Alone
And her
Mother
Went to that
Store there
Then
There came by
This little boy here
Without his mother and
Eating an ice-cream
See there it is strawberry
By From Access South Africa
I'm Waiting for Nothing.
In the end, all is disappear.
You didn’t come back.
The truth is no longer girded.
My sight full of illusory.
That wishful always relentless calling you out.
Continue to get you out.
My twilight is so sad.
You quickly passed.
I hope, that differences unite us again.
Tight, like magnet.
Gravely... I shouldn’t be like this. But, my soul has been entangled.
My soul has burned.
Smolder, full of pain.
so bright like sunscreen.
I didn’t have tears anymore.
Let my love charred.
But, I've been fallen.
How else? Please, take me out from this yearning!
By Abella Novalia
I Need a Girl!
I need a girl,
who never thinks to go,
and who has no farewell,
in her principles,
a girl who can be my mirror,
smiling to me,
in both happiness and anger,
a girl who is able,
to give me a little baby,
being me in a beautiful picture,
a girl or a boy from me,
to whom I should struggle,
to whom I'll bring happiness,
to his/ her fluffy pure life.
I need a pretty girl,
who will be in love clever,
the one to whom my heart,
will breath with non-stop,
in order to live together,
I need and I need not,
any girl that knocks my door,
but a girl who stays forever.
By Yahya Anir from Morocco
Lady Bird
Lady bird, lady bird
If I am a good girl,
Can I get a black pearl?
My little sister a blond curl?
My brother many white cats that purr?
My mother a brown fur?
And a long life to my father’s green fir?
By Hela from Access Tunisia
Listen to a Citizen!
Blah... Blah... Blah...
Hush and hold still!
You sent me through the mill
You made my head a landfill
You're only casting a chill
That chains both my soul and will
You've made me constantly ill
You're no longer a bitter pill
It seems you don't know the drill
Leave the stage to those who fit the bill
As you're already over the hill
By Chaouki from Tunisia
Moon's Halo
Oh! my dear,
You are like a moon in an evening lie—
so bright in a clear night sky.
Even my thicketh wall in my heart—
penetrate your lovely radiant.
The more I see your different phase,
the more I want to say, what a noblest Moon .
But, Please! Don't stare at me—
the way you do to me, right now.
It made me shut,
And crawls the knot.
Yeah! like a moon—
You are too high
up there in His throne.
And... I know,
Everyone loves you—
like the way I do.
That's why, I'll wait for (...)
To see you, to ---- you more and more.
I will never be afraid 'coz I know—
you are somewhere there in His core.
By Febee Celia Q. Elemancil from the Philippines
My Perfect Soccer Boots
My perfect
Soccer boots black and yellow
In colour name Nike Tiempo they are
From Nike factory. Factory that produce good
Quality product. I was happy when I bought
Them in Nike factory, but now someone stole them
I don’t know who stole them. It was fun when
My soccer boots is with me by the time now. I think
Is not cool when you stole someone’s property.
I think is not cool when you stole is embrasiting
your self and other people. I think a person who
stole my soccer he/she didn’t stole my soccer boots
only he/she stole many things to other people. God will punish
who stole my belonging soccer boots
From Access South Africa
No Ways
1 7
I'm not safe No eyes and no boots
Nowhere to go Even, not any line
I'm almost dead After a waiting
I think so I'm not getting any sign
2 8
Spoiled of food No god to protect me
But, it's not even shown And no god to save
So, nothing to eat When human is the god
Nowhere to sit down [1] In every cave
3 9
Nothing more to say No one is relative
A lot I've said No one to depend
And nothing to pay Nothing to get back
Everything is paid What I spend
4 10
No half to share No profit to have
No partner to care Nothing to get alack
And no friend to trust on What I did it's gone
Heart is full of fear No way to get back
5 11
No ways to rescue No tricks to win others
And no ways to run No process to be good to all
When a friend comes When I say the truth
With its gun I'm out of the hall
6 12
No works to be done No hope to fulfill
But, still, I'm doing No wish to say
America, I've given you all Now I'm upset
And now I'm nothing[2] Thinking, what I may
By Hasan Al-Mahmud from Bangladesh
Of Glory and a Story
Coconut nectar to dip your lip,
Lest hazel nut juice is too cold to sip,
For the freezing teeth, the cracking sound,
Let natural grease make the bound.
Zip the code, find the link
Sink the globe into a myriad of hip
Hold the hope, suffice the clip
Take the sheep into the world of ship.
Begin the journey of soft and pink,
Of a lasting glory with a ephemeral drink.
By Sana from Morocco
On Behalf of the Dead
This is for those who’ll die tomorrow, now planning for ages to come
“Broken alarms cannot be fixed with paper clips and minted gum”
A homeless guest so featureless to know where he is coming from
He lives within that hollow promise, between those hopes however old
Inside the steel safe in the bedroom, laying beside the buried gold
Far from the sun and its reflection, for life is warm and death is cold
The sleepless nights, the semi-whispers, the tortured souls that make my bed
Red collar slaves that never lived, but now at least they’re being read
The oldest song I’m chanting now
Written by spirits more than dead
By Benyoucef from Algeria
Photography
I cannot imagine
that I captured the Past.
And able to step inside
a memory of a lass.
She's staring at me
from across the centuries.
And never been thought,
that she was a ghost of worries—
a ghost preserved by Light.
I know it may not be possible
to travel backward in TIME—
to control time.
But perhaps, I might say—
right now, I'm patiently holding the past—and even its memories.
By Febee Celia Q. Elemancil from the Philippines
Race
The wheels turn like the earth
Children love to play with the wheels
They have black, pink
Every evening they gather at the Grand-Place
To play racing wheels
They line up and wait
The impact of the whistle
Whenever the start is given
They turn all their strength
The wheels turn as the earth
They probably crush anything they find on their way
Even old man but children believe much stronger than the wheels
In that they manipulate their way
While they are certainly subject by them
The wheels turn as the earth
Sometimes the first is the one with the black wheel
Sometimes it is the one with the pink wheel
Whenever it is the black wheel
All children laugh at the first, grumble, heckle
If it is the pink wheel all the children dance, clap
With strength and waving handkerchiefs and gifts for the child
But the children know why they love pink wheel.
By Aly from Mauritania
Secret
I keep our secret
Hidden inside the chest,
Of memories, treasured
Like the constant ooze
Of the spring water
From the hole rivuleting.
Guess, the bubbles could not tell Nor could print it on paper to sell;
The water of course washes it
Away to faraway seas.
It is best for our secret
To sail in the ocean of our hearts
Where no one could ever hear.
The lap of waves of its mystery
Except your blood vessel and mine.
By Maria from Philippines
See How You Create Liars and Crooks
He's become a wardrobe full of cloaks
Like a lizard with different looks
To please your tastes, selfish folks
You drove him to pretend and coax
And custom-make a vesture of hoax
To fit the characters in your own books
By Chaouki from Tunisia
Tell Me!
I wonder why some people do not ponder
Before acting or uttering words of wonder
Is it out of denseness or narrowness?
Or maybe due to immaturity or impulsiveness?
Or just to vex or show rudeness?
Are they aware of the repercussions
Of their irresponsible actions
and verbal aggression?
Shall we resort to avoidance
Or wear a costume of patience?
By Chaouki from Tunisia
The American Flag
In front of White House
Looking at the Flag
Noticing the wind wave
Where it has a drag
What does it lack?
When he is Here
To display the freedom
And America’s fair
The flag is flown by herself
Or air flutters it, in its power?
Does she want to be free
Or feels free with no answer?
As a symbol of independence
It’s controlled with a pipe and rope
How does it look like?
And what does America hope?
Small, white and five-pointed stars
In the same sky in fifty types
But, defeating Them, why they are as
Thirteen-alike-straight-red-stripes?
Not any end of beautification
Here, the perfection lies
To make it significant a lot
It’s reformed for 26 times
Not only for America
It’s a sign of peace
How it flies and offers hope
Rest of the universe, it sees
By Hasan Al-Mahmud from Bangladesh
The Mouse Catcher
He stealthily creeps on the roof at night.
You could sense him, though he is out of sight.
His brilliant eyes could spot any thing in the dark.
His feet on the wet sink leave paw prints like mosaic
which is not colored but only black and white.
In the morning, you could see rats and mice
lying cold on your kitchen floor.
You curse the culprit of the deed,
only later you get it.
The hairy being did it
to save your household things
from being gnawed and bitten.
By Maria from Philippines
The Sound and a Fury
Gee, Blake whose Sound shops
Let the beaker spill in drops!
All the black dreams and streams and hopes,
As they slowly melt at the beckoned globe,
On top of the slopes’ race and face and grace.
Beware though as you cross the fields,
For trees might still hold wee mosquitoes
That might catch your glimpse as you hurry
To the Snow forest amidst all Fury
By Sana from Morocco
The Web
The web, a free-association
A window for possibilities
A green path of shift and access
A web page
A radio cluster trial
A vision to access mass communications
Weaving cables
With control like a spider
As a flash of meanings
With no exact meanings
A blue fish of solar energy
In a fisherman’s net
The web a free-association
A window for possibilities
A green path of shifts and access
A window, a nucleus.
By Berenice from Mexico
The Writer
With the pen in hand, lifted till a height
Imagination wonders to crawl up, blown with insight..
I am paused, just to get the right of this epitome
Waiting for thoughts, that urges me at home..
To overlap rainbow, hoping for turquoise
This is an author’s voice, depicting a writer’s choice..
Memory persuaded, to keep it short
Life is full of dreams, for getting up at another fort..
Daily routine circled round, time is few
“Oh boy, Oh way”, realized each time when it’s new..
To graphein, nitty-gritty is needed in group
“Not new, not again” sounded cacophonous, when asked for proof..
With the logos relates to fruits, being through
“Strawberry Avalanche” Always gets screwed..
When state of being Impecunious, Always held around
Poverty lends wakeup thoughts, Shall dig in deep it sounds..
Nausea & Nostalgia keeps a target, when bumps in
Idioms on Ship & Home prompts, for fishes watery fins..
Sometimes Inspirational and moved, arouses Goosebumps
Jotting those ascetic views too, caused due to slumps..
Being philologist, Encounters for everything in words
To keep it vivid, riddles the milk with doubted curd
To make everything in just dreams, out those dreams
Then keep everything where it needs to be, A Semanticist whims
To verbose for essentials, maintaining the poise
This is an author’s voice, depicting a writer’s choice
By Ashutosh Purohit from India
They Believed Him
They believed him, because he was so much of a role model
They believed him, because he pampered them so much with gifts
They believed him, because it was a matter of life and death
They believed him; maybe it was the only thing that would give them hope
They believed him, because he really knew how to choose his words
They believed him;
Coz he always had an answer to their problems
I really believe, they believed him;
Because everyone believes in something.
By Denzel from Zimbabwe
Tolerance
Small piano symbols
Left on artist’s fingers
Placed on the right keys.
Black and white notes
Marched together
One behind another.
Troops in harmony
Created a symphony
Knocked a deaf ear
He danced.
By Chahira from Access Tunisia
UN-PERSONIFICATION
It was a day of the fall
And the trees were crying for the gray Land
The Land was burning with a cold fireball
And the Vultures were the Waiting Band
My pen was looking through the sash
At the ashen people as the dolls
Spiritless like the ash
Without a movement as the walls
He was whispering:
The new style of writing
Un-personification; human is a lifeless thing
Then on his face, tears were streaming…
By Moustafa Rahmani
Untitled
Every day, i get up at half past six (6h30 AM), i take my breakfast and i wear my warm clothes
for my behaviour in my work and in my life, i leave our house at 07h30 AM and i go in my work
for beginning my day of the week, during day i call my mother and my sister because i like my
family without forget my nephew (the daughter of my young sister), in the end of time of work at
16h30 PM, i leave our enterprise's office for to back at home, finally in the week end i try to
enjoy my time with my family, with watching tv and internet for to meet a very nice and
important people in facebook .
By Mounia from Algeria
Untitled
Fallen fallen completely for you..
I didn't know I would,
But you showed me I could....
My feelings for you when you are around and near,
Are so unexplainable my dear..
Feels like butterflies full of colours in my tummy and face painted pinkish hue,
That immediately drains to hide it from you...
With that smile of yours I must say,
You brighten up my day....
Stepping out in the daylight my eyes are for you in quest,
When in bed these eyes dream of you and rest...
It was just wonderful to hear you call my name,
Looking forward for the day when again you call me the same....
This feeling of love I never before felt,
And now in your arms I wish to melt...
You and me getting together is just not possible,
Which I failed to realize before falling into this puddle...
Hence, decided to just gape and dream of you,
Coz I've completely completely fallen for you...
By B-Sushma Sukruthi
Wise Man
An old wise man
Experienced by life and marked with its scars
Persistently trying to pass down his wisdom
Like a book trying to make us live with dignity
If only I had listened to him when I could!
From Poland
Yesterday
With the rising of the sun,
Each morning;
We undertake our daily chores
What we do know is this
A day has been added to our lives
We endeavor for a better tomorrow
But we do not forget that there was;
Yesterday
There is not a tomorrow without a today;
And there is not a today,
Without a yesterday.
When all is said and done
No matter where, you’ve gone
People will always want to know;
Do you have a yesterday?
By Denzel from Zimbabwe
YOUTH WILL
YOUTH WILL accept right among the wrongs
YOUTH WILL make rules and follow them too
YOUTH WILL be brave when they will face fear
YOUTH WILL give light when they will find dark
YOUTH WILL provide them food who are hungry
YOUTH WILL assign tasks to remove the poverty
YOUTH WILL give them suggestion who will need it
YOUTH WILL complete vision when they will have it
YOUTH WILL help them who will face any difficulty
YOUTH WILL open mystery when they will realize it
YOUTH WILL be strong when they will make decision
YOUTH WILL take opportunity when they will catch it
YOUTH WILL overcome struggle when they will face it
YOUTH WILL touch the success when they will grasp it
YOUTH WILL delete superstition when they will notice it
YOUTH WILL make friend when they will discover enemies
YOUTH WILL be rational when they will notice irrationality
YOUTH WILL gift happiness when they will get unhappiness
YOUTH WILL sacrifice them for the development of others
YOUTH WILL provide knowledge when they will find ignorance
YOUTH WILL find out solution when they will face any problem
YOUTH WILL meet challenges when they will face tough situation
YOUTH WILL make a better world where there is no crime and violence
YOUTH WILL gift us a peaceful life where we will sing the song of peace
By Hasan Al-Mahmud from Bangladesh
Thousand Persons Cannot Recover Absent of One
There was a world of peace,
Where there was no storm of grief
There was only peace and love
A dream world like heaven
Your shelter was over my head
Like an aspirin for all my sorrows
But now everything is altered
My life is complete yet incomplete
I remember you and your care for me
But hope ends with life
People says that absence of one person can’t stop life
They don’t know presence thousand persons can’t recover the absent of one.
By Nadra Ahmed from Pakistan
Glowing Grains
The sky was a sea of blue,
Adorned with fleecy white puffs,
Under this deep wash of blue,
Grains scattered on this square yard,
I knelt on the sea of grains,
Wondered like a child,
That man kept opening sacks
And shook off more grains,
Like a magician waved his handkerchief,
Conjured out things endlessly,
Left the watcher mesmerized
The sea of grains made a warm quilt for earth,
I ran my fingers along the wheat,
Each one plump and unique,
Reflected off the sunlight,
Squinting and leaning,
I identified the subtle change in colors,
It wasn’t just the golden tone,
Pigments of auburn, ocher, pale gold all mixed on the palette,
Forming a sea of glowing beads
As I was in a trance,
The magician spilled the whole sack of grains over my head,
Corns and wheat cascaded down my body,
In awe,
I squirmed and squealed,
A wave of joy flowed through my body,
As if I were in a baptism,
Reborn by nature,
Clean and cozy,
Ready to embrace the world with a grin.
By Serena Shi
Free
As human we are never free
No matter how much we look up to the sky
We were born to put our feet on the ground
Even when our head is in the cloud
Every second , we keeps wishing for something
Yet we can only hoping
The world is too harsh
I wish to protect something
But something had gone
There is nothing that scares us
Except that we got nothing we truly yearn
And things we truly want to protect without any selfishness
If you think you are free
Think again
We live to please and tolerate with people
No matter how much we think we are free
There will always be someone that we love that will stop our freedom
We tend to follow because we just want them to be happy
You're not free unless you never love anyone other than yourself
By Ain Azizan