Dear readers Welcome Primelore Writer’s Heaven .This is our 6th publications . Poets and Poetess are listed here with their wonder and delightful writings.
01. Aniatur Akter Rozy(Bangladesh). Poem: “The Gaze”
02.Taslima Hasan. Poem: “Blue shirt”
03. Ashish Khisa (Bangladesh).Poem – “In the blue ocean of pain”
04. Johirul Islam(Bangladesh). Poem: “Winter”
05. Dr. Md.Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan (Bangladesh). Composition: “Thief of literature”
06. Afroza Jesmine(Bangladesh). Poem : “Infant Time”
07. Md. Sohel Dukhai (Bangladesh). Poem: “Gossip”
08. Awlia parvin (Bangladesh). Poem: “Wait”
09.Ismat Ara Laki (Bangladesh). Poem:”Thirty-six springs in the wrong direction”
10. Hasna Hena (Bangladesh). Poem: “Reality”
11. Jebunnesa Munia (Bangladesh). Poem: “Its my life”
12. Shahana Shoily (Washington DC.).”Poetry of Loves”
13. Annalyn G. Mercado.(Philippines.)”Earth’s Revenge”
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Thanks All from Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Now read 12 Delightful Poems Our writers have written for global readers.
01.
Poem: “The Gaze”
Poetess: Aniatur Akter Rozy.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 05/11/2024.
In the horizon of your gaze,
I want to journey again and again,
Yet, without knowing the address, I cannot go.
In the anticipation of the invitation from your eyes,
I wait, restless.
The monsoon has passed, and yes,
Winter is nearly here,
I paint the promise of spring in the colors of love.
I wonder if someday, within the borders of your gaze,
I may find my home.
Will I ever be like the evening jasmine in your life?
But why does my heart feel this lingering hopelessness today?
In the weariness of sleeplessness, my eyes shed tears.Holding onto the flickers of your gaze,
Shall I drown in them, to be forever lost?
Copyright@ Aniatur Akter Rozy.
02.
Poem: “Blue shirt”
Poetess: Taslima Hasan.
From: Canada ( Toronto).
Primelore Published Date: 05/11/2024.
When you come first to me at my door
Having a rose budnewly bloomed in your hand
I was then forty . may be you crossed 52
Besmearing with the morning glow
Seeing by the window
You waiting by the gate wearing a blue shirt
I stared at you a taken aback
Your intense look touching me
Suddenly I ran out to you
But an invisible wall impeded
Know you would never be mine
Lifelong I would remain alone
Teary eyes shedding water drop by drop
Smiling you said oh sweet scented
You are my north star
Love need not exchange
I will live in your love.
Copyright@Taslima Hasan.
03.
Poem: “In the blue ocean of pain”
Poet: Ashish Khisa
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 05/11/2024.
Drowning in the blue sea of pain
I want to live by eating.
I don’t want to die now
I want to live many years.
I want to see how the world is
Haven’t seen the whole world yet,
As much as I can
I want to see as much as there is.
Oh God, you are more me
Save it for a while.
Like the hope of my heart can fulfill
Then I will have no more sorrow.
Even if I die then I will find peace.
I will catch this in the future
Doubt whether to come.
Fortunately, perhaps in this form,
In this sex, in this clan, in this religion,
I will not come to this nation and this country.
So in the blue ocean of pain
Even if I suffer
Save it for a few more days.
O Lord, my plea
You take it easy.
Copyright@ Ashish Khisa.
04.
Poem: “Winter”
Poet: Johirul Islam
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 05/11/2024.
The riverine country is ours
looks pretty
Diverse Six Seasons
Quality is not the end.
In the early morning fog
covers the sun,
With a kantha blanket
The baby is sleeping.
It is stuck on the farmer
the smell of wet soil,
The shepherd boy played the flute
Everyone lives together.
Different birds in different countries
sitting by the water,
Bees in mustard flowers
Attracts everyone’s attention.
Dates juice during winter
everyone loves
Jug full house to house
All the trees come.
Pati-sapta, oil cake
more pies,
mother’s hand Steamed pita
Too sweet to eat.
In the shadowy coolness
Maya is surrounded.
The riverine country is ours
Best of all countries.
Copyright@Johirul Islam .
05.
Composition: “Thief of literature”
Dr. Md.Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date: 05/11/2024.
Once he has mastered the art of stealing, it cannot be easily cured. Stealing has become his habit. Plagiarism is partial the.ft.This thief chooses the poet’s
story, rhyme or some words of the song, that is, cuts it and continues it in his own name.Following the form is also considered theft under plagiarism.
Poets think that stealing metaphors, simile, words, phrases is not theft. That’s wrong.The list of plagiarism includes ‘metaphor plagiarism’.When a poet takes another poet’s signature-word or phrase but does not mention it, it falls under the Intellectual Property Violation Act.
These educated thieves want to present themselves as poet writers by stealing the thoughts of other writers.This thief has been there since ancient times in the world of literature.He was caught in the act but denied.These thieves are breaking into different literary groups and stealing other people’s poems, compositions and stories.
Everyone must be careful of them.If caught, immediately expelled with name and address along with photo Have to.If necessary, punishment can be provided by bringing it under the copyright law.Now it has become very easy to catch plagiarism.If you run open source Plagiarism software WC copy find, you will be caught stealing. What to do then? Where to hide your face? You can’t cross even if you hide your face. Will have to pay a fine.The text will be confiscated. The reader must have been a thief.
Copyright@ Dr. Md.Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan.
06.
Poem : “Infant Time.”
Poetess: Afroza jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 05/11/2024.
Mother gave birth a child,
A baby came in the world,
Still doesn’t know how much beautiful or critical place is the earth.
Just new born baby,
Crying to crying and trying to attracted towards the mom.
He or she is a Caesar baby,
Doctor starts surgery the mom’s abdomen and uterus ,
then the baby came in the world ,
Baby is still crying.
Nurses are trying to feeding the baby,
And they take the baby near to the mom.
Baby growing up Day by day.
Mom always takes care the baby.
It is baby’s infant time.
Infant don’t know, what’s the criticism of life,
Only Mom and dad are baby’s world.
Baby starts talking, with some broken words,
How nice to listen,
Mom dad and All family members are attracted to the baby.
Baby start to walking,
It is really amazing,
Day by day baby depends on him/her self,
It was really a glorious time for the baby.
Then the Baby growing smartly,
He/she can read and write,
Starts going to School ,
and friendship with the other kids.
Baby’s life is growing smoothly,
How beautiful was infant time !
The baby who spoken with the broken sentences,
Now that baby can reciting rhymes.
Copyright@ Afroza Jesmine.
07.
Poem: “Gossip”
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 05/11/2024.
Cultivate your own land
Do not seek other’s land
Words are the fault of others
Don’t own your mistakes.
Omuk bad, tamuk lucha
But you don’t go too low
if you are good
Don’t talk about others.
Everyone does their own thing
In fact, no one owns it
If you were someone
Don’t talk about others.
Copyright@Md. Sohel Dukhai.
08.
Poem: “Wait”
Poetess: Awlia parvin.
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 05/11/2024.
You are invited
When the old man is like that,
Maybe that society then
Will ridicule
Within a circle certain.
Son-in-law or daughter-in-law to rule,
There you are all the instant,
Perplexed by the scent of retent
Sometimes the load says just bark,
At the invitation,
Come on, though.
Two talk with you.
””””””””’
With thousands of power glasses
The society he sees.
Maybe you’ll see something in that, Gray.
In this society and that society
There will be a huge gap,
No one will listen to your accents,
Everyone is busy with themselves.
As per rules, in three duration,
Someone will give you nutrition.
New society maybe ever
The watch of your death will count,
Right then
Your invitation,
come on.
Two talk with you.
””””””” ‘
If there is no boat imposts
Pressed into private rafts,
Come down the water of memory.
I know, all the achievements
Overwhelmed by abandonment.
So in the middle of the void
What nature will give you
bring it.
The hum of the beetle, the hum of the bee,
The beauty of the flower, the beauty of the lotus,
The whiteness of the pearl, the fragrance of the rice,
Heaven’s gift to Earth is dewdrops,
The fragrance of wild jui.
The reason for the change of place of the winter birds,
Is the struggle between the two brothers
For the illusion of children
The end of human,
Life is the story of the lamentation of the number of alliances,
The wasted time of crying in vain.
I’ll have my hands full
My attention to you, I’ll give you all.
I will keep it carefully.
Do you wis?
The rose petals in the book are still fragrant.
Memory speaks.
””’ ””””””””” ””’
Listen!
If you suddenly lose your glasses,
With no one to find,
However, Don’t delay for glasses.
I am not a member of the new society.
You Can recognize without glasses.
“””””””””””””””””””
This stubborn one is wide
In the messy cottage,
I will give ripe grain to eat,
Chatim, Jui flowers
Around glazed courtyard,
Old scents in new society,
Take a deep breath.
Don’t look anymore
No sense of social, family, moral,
A time horse that comes to play in chess life.
picked up.
The guarded eyes of a ferocious lion.
Now it’s my turn
I am, in the free happiness of freedom,,
Come on
Two talk with you.
,,,,,…,,,,,
To sit, to walk, to talk
Evening turns to morning,
If you lean, it will go away
In the rainbow body of the afternoon,
Two pairs of eyes of admiration.
If you cry then,?
Or floating in the wind to surprise,,?
Stop the clock suddenly started running?
Disruption of social discipline
That summer glows,
Monsoon songs
The scent of autumn
The happiness of Late Autumn.
Festival in winter.
And those days filled with the impossible colors of spring
Get back again the color?
You and I face each other.
Come on
Two talk with you.
Copyright@Awlia parvin.
09
Poem: “Thirty-six springs in the wrong direction”
Poetess: Ismat Ara Laki .
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 05/11/2024.
I heard the rustling of dry leaves
I have passed thirty-six years since that birth.
Almost thirty-six years passed in wrong relationships and wrong voices.
Spring has come to me too
I also had a dream
Today, thirty-six springs have passed by stepping on the wrong path.
You called so I came.
My place did not lie in the shrine of your heart because you are a deceiver.
When you touch your finger, I wake up again like the sea water.
You are a deceitful man who forgets.
I heard the rustling of dry leaves
I have passed thirty-six years since that birth.
Even if I make a mistake in the election, you are that deceitful man.
There was a mask behind the smile,
so even today I could not leave and forget you.
I was young and I had the heat of youth in my eyes.
So again and again to cheating men
Almost thirty-six years have passed.
Copyright@ Ismat Ara Laki .
10.
Poem: “Reality”
Poetess: Hasna Hena
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 05/11/2024.
Any life not found without sorrow,
if if we watch it today or tomorrow.
Any rose not found without thorn,
if we watch it in the evening or in the morn.
Any river not found without tide,
If we watch it at day or night.
The sky is not found without cloud.
Rain is needed in a great aloud.
Life is nothing but a fight.
Anyway, we move left or right.
Not possible to stay in a steady row.
Everything changes like rainbow.
What can we do to be free from this reality?
Patience and perseverance are needed to be happy really.
Otherwise, life will be dull with fears.
Day and night must be packed with tears.
Copyright@ Hasna Hena .
11.
Poem: “Its my life”
Poetess: Jebunnesa Munia.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 05/11/2024.
Life is struggling,
you want
or not
Life is inspiring,
you believe or not
Life is precious,you
love or not
Besides everything,life
is beautiful
…….you think or not.
This is life,a wonderful
gift of God.
Meet it,feel it and live it.
Copyright@ Jebunnesa Munia.
12.
“Poetry of Loves”
Poetess: Shahana Shoily.
From: Washington DC.
Primelore Published Date: 05/11/2024.
01). First Sight..
I saw you first time in a kartik afternoon
It was cool outside
it was warm inside !
02). Good Friend..
Hey good friend you are mine Partner without companion
Why need age or race in friendship!
03). You..
To you is the faint hope
To you crafting games
To you is the flame of fire
To you the water !
04). Age..
Age isn’t a obstacle
If the mind is colorful
In 60s you’ll see how the body is
as Fresh as twenty !
05). In the middle of mind you are..
Can’t see you with eyes
May only you remain in mind,
you are hiding in mind
My motherland !
(Translated by Shahriar Ibne Zaman; my Son)
Copyright@ Shahana Shoily.
13.
Poem: “Earth’s Revenge”
Poetess: Annalyn G. Mercado
From: Philippines.
Primelore Published Date: 05/11/2024.
I wonder if the next
generation can still see
The magnificence and
serenity of the world.
Mind at rest, exploring
God’s great creation.
Be enthralled by the
uniqueness of flora and fauna.
Clean the earth;
remove the plastic waste.
It suffocates and kills
aquatic species.
Wastes don’t decay;
unsightly and poisonous.
Don’t allow them to
scatter in ocean and seas.
Mother Earth is crying!
Trees are diminishing!
The birds are tired of
flapping their wings
Wild fire spreads,
wild animals cried for help
The smile of the devil torched the vast forest
Ashes of trees were
decades and century
old Vast destruction
will erect structures
Money speaks,
grandeur places takes
its place Virgin forest
became modern amenities.
The song of birds and
insects lost its volume
Streams and rivers
floods muds with
buildings Illegal loggers
and hunters loot our forests
Laughter, gambling
and wine glasses cheer
There were thunder,
eerie sound!Rain keep pouring;
cant stop nature’s
wrath Feel the animal’s
fear; signs of Earth’s
revenge God’s
beautiful creations will
be wiped out.
The seeds of hope are in your hands.
Let love germinate
from your heart and soul
Be a guardian and soldier of Mother Earth.
Save us from disastrous catastrophe
Copyrights @ Annalyn G. Mercado.
Dear writers thanks all to write wonderful 13 poems for our global readers. We also thanks our readers for reading 13 mind refreshing poems. Stay with Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
