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Poetry Planetariat Marks the First World Congress of the World Poetry Movement (WPM)

The new issue of the Poetry Planetariat comes out at the time when the poet-delegates from around the world are meeting in Medellin on 13-15 July and in Caracas on 17-19 July 2023 for the First World Congress of the World Poetry Movement (WPM). We take this opportunity to welcome all the poet delegates from across the continents. After

A dialogue woven of beauty and clinging to hopes..

Forgive the wisdom, the reward, and the noblest goal... The journey was tiresome for the mind, the soul, and the body... Unfortunately... We met on a ship, our admiration for each other bound us together. We faced strange things, circumstances separated us, but that's okay because the affection remained, and so did the specter... The

Turn the Page

We are not supernatural, we admit our limited abilities and annoying mood swings. We pride ourselves on the multiplicity of roles and bearing burdens. Despite our fragility, we challenge ourselves and drive ourselves to the secret Guantanamo prisons for discipline and torture, reaffirming resilience in the face of crossroads and their iron

"Challenge"

The cemetery caretaker opened the door. The smell of death almost drove them back to the café again, for the dead have their dignity, and it was nighttime. Yet, Khalf's stubbornness and his insistence to continue the jesting turned it serious and their gathering: utterly harmonious and enjoyable, just like every day in the

Morning Chit-Chat - Sorrow

When sorrow engulfs most of us, we lament ourselves living its moments, so we pass over it with dignity, and create a thousand escape doors to run from the castles of our sadness. We immerse ourselves in life, completely forgetting that it has not left us or vanished, but rather it hid beneath what we called the darkness of the mind. The