ILA  Magazine

© Written by Emmelia M. They are talking about black, in my never-ending nights, obsolete to the colorless corpse, once they have never...

SORRY MATE Sorry mate, switch on the lights and welcome to Fairy-tale town; Do you see the caring care home has been closed down? We...

The poems we feature here were chosen as "best entries" (out of 11 entries total), in a recent poetry challenge given. The prompt was...

"THE SATURDAY NIGHT SHOW" The Saturday night show Is like the moon outside my balcony A quarter full There is a lot that remains to...

"TRACE A PATH" I trace a path to the road less taken. There are countless circles and at night I always get lost. I am certain it is the...

Written by Amer Al-Tayeb Translated by: ILA Magazine Editors Translated version and original poem featured at closure. Whoever has his...

Poem written by Zargham Abbas Translation by ILA Editors "من يغلقُ بابَ الليل". ضرغام عباس / العراق الليلُ حيوانٌ أسودٌ ضخم. ليلٌ أسودُ...

Let this scorched heart be left sun-dried in your lawn, cheer up Let a strolling glance lure you at the dawn, cheer up A wandering wish...

Back in May of 2023, ILA Magazine offered a Word of the Week Ghazal Prompt Challenge, the requirements to apply both words (amorous and...

Upon the fields of verdant hue, A tale of change I shall bestow, Where once a brook with waters pure, Now lies in silence, calm no more. ...

(Of Nostalgia and Nausea) And what are we but fleeting specks of consciousness absorbing energy while drifting through the field of sound...

A fusion of poetry and art. Which secret will know the fabric of life? Tinted streaks fluoresce as if Aurora Borealis streams from still...

Recently, we offered a 'Daisy Chain' prompt challenge and out of the 24 entries, we chose 4 poets so we are presenting all four in this...

And in the end, what treasure shall I own But a sinful self and a regretful sigh! © Binte Ayesha Wani O love' thou must dwell in my heart...

What art thou pondering deep? Oh' stupid I'm up to brim, Forgot, what I'm to them Insignificantly significant nut. Wished as others in...

WINDOWS look... look close, my gaze the whine of what endures... can you not see the toil of my father - the glint of my mother's care?...

"UNTITLED" This is how we rise up, from the dirt, blacked out burnt down, everything turned Then we made an exit and as God is my...

Every beat of my hand when writing, drives sighs In life, being an artist of the Word and wasting away my pen strokes of colors on white...

THE HERMIT Why in the world, would someone choose to live alone - in solitude? He could be a wizard, so some folks thought; or perhaps...

With elegant steps, she quietly glides, And ascents on bed with gentle strides, A deity of feminine opulence made rare, Her radiance...