Category: Poetry

In my solitude, I write your name on a blackboard and wipe it out immediately.In my solitude,I write a poem for you,On the corner of this wine bar.In my solitude I cry my longings...

with the scent if lemon in my mouth, as I just passed through a lemon bush and picked up the one which was ripe and lemony. I want to kiss your sleepy eyelashes just...

In my country, execution of people has turned into a regime game of terror and violence against the Iranian people. This poem was written in memory of the last victim of state violence against...

written by Ali Rasuli translated by Rouhi Shafii We cannot separate,a moon which has fallen into the sea from the waves. I cannot separate the beauty from your eyes, or the flower from the...

She is braiding her hair in the sunshine, and invites me slowly, from the shade to the glare of light. There is a rainbow on the far end of the horizon, left from the...

(This poem was written in the wake of the crackdown on the young women demonstrators in Iran who want to be free of Hejab and gender discrimination and live a life of equality, freedom...

On the occasion of the collapse of a high rise in Abadan, where many were buried under the rubbles. Underneath the surface of that hot, boiling earth, lies an ocean, black as a starless...

Imagine the impossible becomes possible. and I see you among the crowd, on a sunny day? You, who had gone into the oblivion of memory. You, who left one day, and the vibration of...

A narrow bridge connects two hearts together.A bridge where the river flows underneath,and the moonlight dances with the waves at night.Two young lovers, one from each nationused to cross the bridge once in the...

I watched a landscape artist who was moving the nature from the bosom of earth. on a canvas. The scenery was coming to life, slowly, meticulously. From the far end of the green meadows...