New Poems

Annamaria Mandoliti, Italy

Annamaria teaches English at the University of Calabria, Italy. Writing poetry is one of her favourite hobbies. She’s published her poems on html for the past two years. Her email address is: ammandoliti@hotmail.com

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Mother Earth
The errant beggar
Women
Victims of war

Mother Earth

God has truly gifted us all,
giving us a chance to be a part of this world.
What a joy it is to sit and stare
at nature’s beauty and all its forms.
God’s hand is everywhere,
shaping up Mother Earth.
Life pulses within her womb,
nourishing and feeding her starved soil.
She watches helpless
as men wither her beauty
making her look like a trampled rose.
The Earth is ours to love and share,
protecting her from pollution and waste.
The Earth is ours to own and cherish,
treating her kindly
till the end of days.

The errant beggar

On a freezing winter day,
the errant beggar limped slowly,
straying from corner to corner,
seeking a warm shelter.
In his tattered and ragged clothes
he looked forlorn, withdrawn.
Aged both in years and in spirit,
his face was traced by countless wrinkles.
The errant beggar had lived many lives,
had seen many things,
had met many people.
His arms were stiff from the cold,
his hands gaunt and blistered
as he hunched, as he quivered,
as he hugged himself
trying to fight the biting wind,
trying to get some warmth
in his lifeless limbs.
His eyes beseeching,
someone, anyone,
who’d come his way,
who’d show him mercy
and would take him by the hand.

Women

Women are remarkable creatures,
strong and mysterious,
bold and fearless,
they are the essence of human pleasure.
Charming in their ways,
frail on the exterior,
but daring enough
to fight for their rights.
Women are brave,
women are loyal,
committed and devoted
to family and friends.

Victims of war

In a world devastated by anger and hatred,
vengeance and wars,
where people feel powerless,
anxious and frightened,
where children starve,
suffer and die,
where greed, hate and destruction,
reign supreme,
we yearn for peace.
Unable to reconcile
after strife and enmity,
unable to appreciate
the greatness and beauty of the world,
we waste our time
hating and hurting.
Fear and doubt prevail,
marring our naked hearts
as we fail to stop and grieve
for the victims of war.