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In Our 27th Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven we got more new delightful poems from the world.We are very happy and thanks to our poets whose are sent their poems and stay with Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Now read Our Poems from below :
01.
Poet: Prof. Dr Amb. Jรณzef Tomoล
Poem: “Life without love”
From: Polska
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
,
ลปycie bez miลoลci
jak wiara bez Boga
jak kwiat bez korzeni
w poroลniฤtych kolcach
W postrzฤpionym prรณchnie
czลowiek i kaลuลผa
w bladych cieniach lato
wiosna marznie w grudach
spod zamglonych oczu
wzrok sercem otchลani
z zaciลniฤtych piฤลci
ลciekajฤ
ce piany
ลผycie bez miลoลci
koลciรณล okleinฤ
zamczysko bez okien
fundament ruinฤ
domenฤ
sลaboลci
hodowcรณw nienawiลฤ
obลuda i buta
populizm i zawiลฤ
ลปycie bez miลoลci
jak ciemnoลฤ na progu
jak droga w kondukcie
z oszalunkiem grobu
.Copyright @ Prof. Dr Amb. Jรณzef Tomoล
02.
Poem: “Happy News”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Eid Mubarak ! Eid Mubarak !
Happy news for world ,
How are you all people ;
From all over the world poor or rich ,
Wish a Happy Eid Mubarak for all.
Everybody is smiling
Because of Eid Day,
Little children are doing Eid Embrace with their parents and friends.
Eid Warm greeting learn us Wonderful feelings!
With poor People and rich people.
They eat variety of Eid feast and say Eid Mubarak to each other.
Eid pleasure have no bounds,
Eid is a powerful Festival for all over the world.
Eid is for you Eid is for me,
Eid is for Poor and Rich people.
Enjoy with us and Eid Mubarak say !
Enjoy with Poor and Rich.
Stop War, stop Genocide, stop Cheating ,
stop Lying from all over the world.
Say Eid Mubarak to each other !
Eid is a love that knows no bounds!
It’s a happy news because of Eid day.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.
03.
Poem: “Woman”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou .
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Woman,
You are alive
A mother
A daughter
Womens,
We respect eachother
We support eachother
Our power is strong
When we are together
Woman,
A friend
That we never leave you at your hard time
Woman,
The creativity
The poetry
The art
Woman we must celebrate and be respected everyday
Copyright @ EVA Petropoulou Lianou.
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04.
Poem: “The Sharp Rocks by the Seashore”
Poet: Kang, Byeong-Cheol.
From: Korea.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Even the strong black rocks
can be shattered by the waves
the never-tiring power of the waves.
I used to be one of the sea’s sharp rocks,
strong and sharp-edged,
fighting against the waves.
Now, I have crumbled into a round pebble,
having learned a lesson over time.
Softness can conquer strength,
and the pen is mightier than the sword.
The truth of the universe,
Sharp rocks turn into pebbles,
and sharp things change into round and soft things.
The pebbles playing with the waves on the shore,
no longer fight against the waves.
They live in harmony with the peaceful waves.
Copyright @ Kang, Byeong-Cheol.
05.
Poem: “War and peace “
Poet: Soma Mukherjee .
From: India .
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
There is a War within me
Raging emotions like sea.
My dreams need to be free
I can’t be shackled to a tree.
At time I stop my rages
Seethe inside in cages.
As anger raises up,
I can’t drink my cup of woes
I would rather release
My pent of emotions,
Like a volcanic eruption,
Or rush of breeze.
My frustrations should decrease,
My inner peace will begin
As dreams need to be dreamed on.
Because peace begins with a smile
As let me find solace and try.
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee .
06.
Poem: โBORN BACKWARDSโ
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni
From: From: Italy.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Why do I keep writing?
B., like Bangladesh, was
sixteen years old, on the windowsill
of the balcony of a Milanese high school,
but sixteen years was not enough
For God to embrace her in his leap.
R., as Romania, was
thirteen years old, feeling a hundred,
and no angel
was flying by her side.
E., as Ecuador, was
thirteen years old, with no Genoa
reminded her of Quito,
in the solitude of her dress
off-brand, disintegrated.
C., like China, was
twelve years old, worn out quickly,
looking out on a balcony
with the desire not to see the world,
throwing herself into the vortex
of performance anxiety.
Their names are not difficult
to forget, they are names
– like me-born in reverse,
pressed against the glass
of the windows of life
jumping from the asphalt.
Copyright @ Ivan Pozzoni .
07.
Poem: “Spring or Raindrops”
Poet: HyeKyung Ahn.
From: Seoul Korea
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
There is a small hand shaking the branches.
Something so light must be
spring or raindrops.
Yet the sound of water falling into a puddle is a
loud splash.
I’ve been walking alone for ten years,
and ten years later, I am still walking alone.
On a day of nothingness, doing nothing,
I follow the shimmering tear tracks in the duckโs
footprints.
My house is too small to cry inside,
so to shed tears, I must climb a ladder to the roof.
To weep at the top of my lungs,
I would have to go to Ulsanbawi Rock.
The sky beyond the leaves is losing its love.
The passing seasons simply pass,
dry grass sways its bodyโ
is this what it feels like to dream?
After a nap, just waking up,
I warm my hands with the heat of the red dogwood.
When a sudden downpour comes,
both ducks and leaves find the perfect place to
hide.
And when the time is right to cry,
what cries with me is
spring or raindrops.
Copyright @ HyeKyung Ahn.
08.
Poem: “The nightwatchman” .
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, April,Tuesday,2025.
If my body is swollen,
my mouth open,
gaping
you will know that I am no-longer listening
to the stars, the echoes of the dark.
That the spine you chose for me
is weightless, curving, letting my head loll,
letting the thieves take it all.
And the yellow jacket,
was the colour supposed to keep me awake ?
Remind me of the sun on a bright day ?
Rays at play on my forehead
forcing me to close my eyes in another way.
In the heat of this basement car park
I am buried alive
warm in a way no other fireside
could offer me this winter.
And when you find me, head tilted,
watching the dark,
I will be out on the streets again
kicking the white snow ahead of me.
Copyright @ Helen Pletts.
09.
Poem: “So-called Hope”
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
From:China
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
I wash my face in cold water,
then lift my head and see the sky,
it is the only road, without direction,
it crosses the silence weโve never explained,
you are at that end, I am at this end.
The wind blows from your distance,
the wind blows from my distance,
carrying the scent of cold water, stones, soil, and sky,
it blows along the only road,
yet has too many unknown directions of its own.
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo.
10.
Poem: “LOVE”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta .
From: India.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Love is
a season of spring
a magical spell
of flowers and butterflies
a momentous dance
in the rain
oblivious of whose watching
a sun bath in a lazy winter afternoon
a naughty caress of the wind on your face
a soul song whispering in your ears all day
a feel of someone’s presence in your thoughts
a shared hearty laughter
a wait that lingers
in your solitude
a rejuvenating fragrance of someone far off
a transient phase
which will not last forever
no matter what
nothing is permanent
so live those moments
to the fullest
where you become
a better you
more alive than ever.
Copyright @ Sangeeta Gupta .
11.
Poem: “BRIGHT DAY”
Poet: Eftichia kapardeli.
From: GREECE.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Those who were left alone
before nightfall, in the dust of the city
expensive colors,
share
nail “time” to earth
Sounds are trapped
Yellow butterflies
hands free
which are full of winds
looking for lilies nectar
Unguarded moments unfold
They are iridescent, crumble in
Infinite stars
and that strong heart
on the chest beats tenderly
I forget about the circular threads
circling the house
bright day of Man
blooms In the hands of the Sun.
Copyright @ Eftichia kapardeli.
12.
Poem: “Beware of Snakes: They Are Full of Venom “
Poet: Abeera Mirza
From: Pakistan
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
If a person is always talking about everyone else and what they need to do,
Be careful because that venom will contaminate you too,
You will find yourself in a swamp, conforming to a way,
Thatโs opposite of God, with a deadly price to pay,
Snakes are very poisonous so donโt second guess or doubt,
The masterminds and tricks of their trade, designed to wipe you out,
They have no conscience whatsoever, and they wear an undercover breastplate,
Filled with ammunition thatโs launched by self-absorption and hate,
They will inject you with their venom and kill your spirit
of love, They will pollute your mind with negativity, and thatโs all youโll be thinking of,
Your heart will become the dumping ground for gossip and its new storage place,
While the windows and doors of opportunity slam closed in your face,
And guess who will sit back and gloat, as your peace and blessings slip away,
And guess who takes great pride in seeing you stumble and fall astray,
An idle mind is a snakeโs pit, so donโt allow yourself to be fed,
Garbage that will taint your soul, block your blessings, and leave you spiritually dead,
A snake will kill, steal, and destroy your life; then boldly slither away,
To stakeout their next victim, but hear me when I say,
If you submit to God and resist the snakes, I know that he or she,
Will run because the power of God will make that serpent flee!
If a person is always talking about everyone else and what they need to do,
Do not think that you are special because they will talk about you too!
Pray for those who prey on you.
Copyright @ Abeera Mirza.
13.
Poem: “Unfiltered”
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite.
From: Osun state, Nigeria.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Life never asks to be paused.
It moves, like river currents kissing the banks,
like wind threading fingers through cornfields,
like a childโs laughter, rising, falling, gone.
Yet we try
with a camera, a click, a frozen second,
as if we can trap the sun in a bottle,
as if the sky will stay blue just because we said so.
But the river still runs,
the wind still moves,
the laughter fades into memoryโs quiet corners.
A photograph holds the face,
but never the feeling.
It keeps the moment,
but not the warmth of it.
And so we chase life through lenses,
forgetting that some things are meant to be lived,
not captured.
A word takes shape in quiet thought
A feeling deeper than weโre taught
It lingers, shifts, then drifts away
Like something real we couldnโt say
The earth still turns, the rivers run
The sky unfolds to greet the sun
And here we stand with hearts laid bare
In ink, in breath, in quiet air
Not everything is meant to stay
But some things find another way
A line, a voice, a memory
A poem lives past you and me.
Copyright @ Emmanuel Adegbite
14.
Poem: “NEVER TO PART”
Poet: Parvinder Nagi
From: India.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Here are the memories of our exuberant night
Holding onto the beautiful dreams
Where love began under the stars and the moonlight
Enjoying the night trysts
and the pleasurable strides
Fulfilled with the loves first blush
Weโre made to live in each otherโs heart
Never to leave our hands in a rush
Destined to meet and never to part
Your magic charms donโt fail to amaze
With stirred passions afire to burn
For all the time Iโm held in your gaze
Like pulsing embers of wanton yearn
Holding you in my arms with love so true
Our hearts entwined forever in love as I doโฆ.!
Copyright @ Parvinder Nagi
15.
Poem: “Long March”
Poet: Shyam Poemist Matherjee
From: India.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Walking nonstop through the banks with hers in parallel way,
And the river between witnesses, to feel each other’s hopelessness:
Towards destiny, peace and love,
Indeed the path unmatched, on the journey same way
And following the ancestral footprint unclear?
The long way to finish beyond sunset,
Race is in hurry to reach the tomb first !
Leaving behind other inhuman species as good companions?
Nay the speechless trees may control the entire reign, the abandoned land.
And feels the wonders of small things ;
Down the memory lane towards snowy nostalgia,
What’s the Curious Mind Sinks Down in the Tides of day and night,
Thus the river of time pauses the game of life unsolved,
Alas! Happiness is alone so unreal as not shared:
As it ends with the great expectation
Leaving the corpses of dear and near far behind,
And all quiet in the war front –
So hell gained by the dreamers at last!
Seems to be retreated gloriously to the origin!
O Jesus once I love thee for a noble cause.
Ah! the fairyland is God’s creation,
The river must feels the infinite sea;
Rather leaving the mystery unrevealed forever,
Although the wondering stars are unable to watch:
The tragic death race of the star dusts,
From far beyond the bluish sky enormous.
Copyright @ Shyam Poemist Matherjee.
16.
Poem: “Global Village”
Poet: Asif Altaf.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Following the path of technology, from a tiny villageI have reached a vast village,
My current village is called the Global Village.
There are no high walls or barbed wire fences around my village,
My neighbors are now countless,
My culture is diverse.
All the malnourished and hungry people of the world are my neighbors,
The war-torn people of the world are my neighbors.
Their cries echo in my heart,
I cannot sleep,
Wandering through nightmares, I become utterly weary.
I want no war in my village,
I want no hunger or poverty in my village,
I want birds to celebrate in my sky instead of bomber planes.
Not the smell of gunpowder, but the fragrance of flowers should float in my air.
I want no walls of division to rise within my village,
May my Global Village become a sanctuary of harmony,
And for this, I am prepared for any sacrifice.
Copyright @ Asif Altaf.
17.
Poem: “Intimate whispers”
Poet: Gopal Sinha,
From: Bharat (India).
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
In the echoes of shadow,
Of a sweet memory,
Mixed with sorrow,
I can listen to the melody
Of that musical night,
When we had melted together,
In an embrace close and tight,
Time had ceased to flow,
In the dim light’s glow,
Everything looked so bright,
I can still hear,
Your heart-beatings,
Smell your odour,
Feel your presence,
As if, you are near,
In the fading light,
Of passing years,
I am all alone,
No one to talk with,
But listen to some,
Intimate whispers.
Copyright @ Gopal Sinha,
18.
Poem: ” Beauty lies in mind beautiful (creative writing)”
Poet: Prabir Kumar Rath
From: India near Kolkata.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Hail to thee,
Tell me, who art thou?
O’ Dear, O’ beauty!
Who art thou? tell me.
Art thou which lies
In eyes, or attracts brain?
Trend thee,has created many,
Many a definition, but uncanny.
A good many minds chase thee
Why I do that to be funny!
. Name not art thou,
Thou art not, sound symphony’s
May art thou be Nature!
Breast thou on body,. a must be!
What if, I call you lie between
Two leges, for many it may be!
Thou art Flowers, or False thee?
If art thou, an object invisible!
To a Blind may too, how recognizable?
Grin of a child, thou art may be!
Art thou what? “A mind beautiful”,
A sense of smell sweet,and blissful art THEE.
Copyright @ Prabir Kumar Rath
19.
Poem:”THE MERCIFUL GODESS”
Poet: Badamasi Ismail Chikaji
From: :Nigeria
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Tell Aisha that her charming,
Dims the stars’light like death,
Her complexion sparkles than,
That dull moon and its crystals.
Tell Aisha that,My love for her
Is becoming a diminutive
Image of her existence,for
The love staunch as time.
Tell Aisha that,her picture,
Is what I sight in every roof,
I got by every glanced with eye
For her,my heart finds comfort.
Tell Aisha that,I am a love
inventor that beckons hearts
To the garden of pain and glee
Though the garden is dark and dim.
Tell Aisha that,I am a love god
Who sends love to every soul
Though my wings are hidden as
death’s time to humanity.
Copyright @Badamasi Ismail Chikaji
20.
Poem: “WEREWOLVES, SHATTERED HEARTS AND THE SHARK CAGE”
Poet: Mazi Chiemela Chinenye Onyenkwere PhD.
From: Abuja, Nigeria
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
She sobs, sobs, and sobs,
Scarred by the hands of her protector;
His heart bleeds, bleeds, and bleeds,
Scared in the hands of his helper;
They cry, cry, and cry,
Scarced of growing up strong by their carer;
They still weep, weep, and weep,
Scarted of honour and dignity by humankind.
It knows no gender, class, nor age,
But knows only vulnerability by name;
It evolves from lows, and high T-trone,
But transcends all abuse up to violence;
It spares no wounds, trauma, even life,
But spares only sorrows in its wake;
It blows no good, growth, and grail,
But blows only ill winds on its trail.
Literacy, working-out all in trauma box for this adversity,
To unlock the feel-good hormones, joyโs chemistry;
Showing more love, affection, and being tolerant,
Being strict but not violent, seeking consent;
Avoiding infidelity and shunning triggering strife,
Dialoguing, exploring resolution in the dance of life;
Talking to family members, confidants sincere,
Taking a walk alive if the path is unclear.
Copyright @ Mazi Chiemela Chinenye Onyenkwere PhD.
21.
poem: “Motherhood doomed”
poet : Aditi Pangarkar Puranik
From: India
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
A tender child
Five years old
Now no hand to guide
His mother, doting and loving
Now no more
A home maker stellar
They made her a subject of cruelty, abuse and torture
Turn by turn, the mother in law, father in law and her husband
They made her life miserable
Tired of sufferings
She made up her mind
To file complaint,
But all in vain,
She collapsed at the door
Alas death was her only fate, nothing more
She was all shattered at core
They lifted her corpse
Into the ambulance
No remorse for her loss
They rejoiced her death
The child wept and wept
The news fell on my ears
And I was in tears
My dear child I saw
In that child poor…
Copyright @ Aditi Pangarkar Puranik.
22.
Poetry: “The truth of the honest”
Poet: Priyanka Neogi.
Country: India,
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
In any way, honest people in search of people,
All in all proves themselves honest in all,
The good man’s value is everywhere,
Increases the ability to accept honest proof.
In the mora personality in a purely honest ideal,
The excellence of the heart enhances good deeds.
To be honest if in one’s own work,
No worries at any moment.
The chest is swollen and the feet are everywhere.
Lives in refreshing in the Mohsin of Anand,
Life is like water.
The breeze of good deeds keeps life good.
Copyright @ Priyanka Neogi.
23.
Poem: “Moon Veiled by Clouds”
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
The moon is veiled in mist so tight,
Its silver glow now lost from sight.
The stars look down with silent woe,
As dark clouds dance and steal the show.
The gentle breeze now sings so deep,
A lullaby to those who weep.
The night is wrapped in shadows tall,
Yet dreams arise and softly call.
The waves still shine with stolen light,
Reflected dreams in darkest night.
The trees all sway in whispered rhyme,
Their secrets lost in endless time.
The clouds may hide the silver grace,
But light still lingers in its place.
Oh, moon, behind the curtain high,
You still command the midnight sky.
No storm can take your glow away,
You shine beyond the break of day.
So let the clouds drift far and wide,
Your light will always bloom inside.
Copyright @ S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
24.
Poet: Dominique Albano
From: Philippines ๐ต๐ญ
Poem: “BRIDGE of VERSES “
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Ink drops of empathy fall
like autumn rain, soothing souls
across borders, cultures, and pain
poetry’s gentle voice whispers whole
In harmony’s tapestry, we’re woven
threads of love, kindness, and light
a kaleidoscope of words spoken
refracting hope, banishing the night
Let poetry be our common ground
where hearts meet, and love resounds
a symphony of inclusion, peace
echoing through eternity’s silence profound
Happy World Poetry Day!
Copyright @ Dominique Erecilla Albano
25.
Poem: “BY THE WAYS OF PARADISE”
Poet: Maid ฤorbiฤ.
From: Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, April,Tuesday,2025.
Long ago as a boy I knew
Yes, my path is to create works
About which the world will be buzzing
But life is a difficult field above all
Which still makes people imagine themselves
In the sea of โโinfinity and lies creating
Their speech and ways of treating others
Love is the strongest thing in the world to live by
Although she can also be so painful
Because the scenes that happen sometime before
They are still carried in the bottom of the soul on both sides
People being people, the Balkan atypical has become just that
Because love is a laughing stock to everyone
While at the bottom of the soul traces of hope
That hope remains that love is alive
And those tyrants are deliberately destroying it
Who think that love is an expensive car
A watch and other things
Love is written all over the dessert
Possibility of traveling positions
Much-needed love becomes sex
Which arises implicitly from the attitudes of immaturity
I walked the paths of Paradise and picked apples
Hoping that love still has ways
How to find your era of wisdom
But year after year I get disappointed
Because love is something that is used
Emotions and social position in time
When someone doesn’t have his money, others laugh at him
Just because he’s not like everyone else
And love has no limit, it comes
An honest person will find his way just then
When one least hopes and dreams
Because dreams never became unrealistic
Only if a man wants to be happy
The paths of Paradise will be followed and believed with the brain, not with the heart..
Copyright @ Maid ฤorbiฤ.
26.
Poem: “WHEN CATS AND DOGS BECOME FRIENDS”
POET: EDNA SALONA – LABRADOR
From: CAVITE, PHILIPPINES
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Enmity and strife abound in this world
Jealousy and hatred wicked people uphold
God did not design this, love He has bestowed
People must be loving, hence God will be honored.
Even some animals are ancient enemies
Dogs and cats quarrel everytime they meet
Whatever reason why they behave like this
Cats whenever around, dogs are never pleased.
God sets a time when all will live in peace
People will love one another, there will be no enemies
Animals won’t bite each other, meekness is seen in each
When cats and dogs become friends, there will be peace on earth.
Copyright @ Edna Salona – Labrador.
27.
Poem: “MY FAVOURITES “
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From :Albania
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
I would feel happy one day,
when I listen that everywhere comes equality,
each country has freedom and reall humanity.
People all over the world are inocent and they ought peace permanent.
Leaders have to think twice, that safety and health security for everyone is nice.
Without good health,
no one of us can be enough wealth.
Congratulations!
Copyright @ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
28.
Poem: “A Song of Humanity”
Poet: Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek.
From: UK.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
I hear a beautiful melody
Who scolds me
But it also raises
Spiritual Song
From the bottom of my heart
That moves me
At the same time, it makes us happy
I forget about my
Health status
About pain and limitations
A song that
It reminds me every day
About the fact that in my house
There are four hearts
Including mine
It reminds me
That in my house
There is love and truth
There are higher feelings
Despite the wall of darkness
That surrounds us
We are the ones who stand firm
Full of love
Which with its power
It unites and unites us
Song of my heart
It carries through me
Into the skies
And even higher
Carried by the wind
To all corners of the world
Who, with her sweet voice,
Whisper to deaf ears
All of humanity
You have hearts
And you do not allow love
You have a conscience
But you don’t listen to him
You have a mind
And you let yourselves be fooled
The time has come
At the end of this madness
Drives for materialism
With the things of nothingness
Drop everything
Do not go into the darkness of the abyss
That slowly consumes you
Stand up all together
Follow this song
To the Light
Who filling you
It will open up in you
A true and noble man
Then the wars will end
And all conflicts
Unnecessary bad governments will fall
All evil will fall
Which he now leads
Whole crowds
Towards total annihilation
The voice of my song
It carries a clear message
Only you alone
You can change
Free yourself
Once and for all
From the darkness of the present life
In the new simple and clear
Just open the
Your hearts
To create a
A man for a man
Only in this way
You will free and understand
The Deep Essence of Life
Every human being
That will give true Peace
Among all nations
Worldwide
It will set you free in a person
All the best
And so
It will be reborn again
The Spirit of Humanity
Copyright @ Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek
29.
Poem: “SHE’S GONE “
Poet : Bello wadudu kehinde.
From: Nigeria.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
She’s Gone
Guitar playing, breaking into song
Cat starts stalling, something must be wrong
Calm or storm?
Adรฉแปlรก I called
No response! Oh she’s lost
She’s Gone
Staring at the moon,quite awhile,
Sitting helpless, was she seeking a path
Lost in thought, not minding the damp of night
Probably full of scars
She’s Gone
I hope she’s not
Her cold heart, I hope it’s warmth
Her troubles, I hope it’s crushed
Her mistake along with flaws
She will be cured, I know she’s loved
Copyright @ Bello wadudu kehinde.
30.
Poem: “Eid has come”
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
A sliver of moon appeared in the eastern sky
After the prayers, we met
on everyone’s shoulders.
After eating breakfast with semai
I will go to the Eid prayers
After the prayers, I will fill the Eidgah with laughter.
There is no better day of unity and brotherhood
than the day of Eid.
Let’s all gather together
and pray the Eid prayers
To get to heaven
Let’s build a good life
Copyright @ Md. Sohel Dukhai
31.
Poem: “RELรGIOS AGรNICOS”
Poet: Raul Levyr
From : Brazil .
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
Agonias de tempos sem valor
e o ser das versรตes sem vida dada
sรฃo perdidos no ser da alma alada
sobre o senso versรกtil de um amor.
Quando a vida se quebra como um vaso
o perdรฃo dos relรณgios รฉ mais brando
esse tempo, um futuro, รฉbrio esperando
que a vida sรฃo seja um รกrduo acaso.
Sem a mera certeza que um sonho
nesse tempo sem nexo, vamos nรณs,
em um tempo que cala a nossa voz
entre a vida e um mundo tรฃo tristinho!
Copyright @ Raul Levyr
32.
Poem: “The moon of my heart “
Poet: Abdulbasset Alsamadi Abu Omiama.
From: Yemen.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
I am a poet who writes poetry with His heart and love flows
through his Veins and continues
The words of Love that i write
I found joy without Appointment
And every word I hid in My chest for love blame my patience
My writing is joy Like the nectar of Flowers
And my words are echoed the Waves of the sea from Argentina to China
I write poetry from the smile
Left on my chest and from a look that Quickened
the pulse and reversed the Rotation of the heart
I write poetry for A woman
I love to love and I love to Hold close to my chest On the journey Of joy,
I saw her and she was very Beautiful,
as if she was the moon in The night For her eyes,
Iam filled the Earth with a smile from the letters of My name
until the tears of the vein Melted the rock And for her eyes
I Wrote, โI love you,โ on the stone. until
The roseโs tears left a mark on the Stone
I love her since she shone like The sun on the place of love in my Chest
I love her very much, and with Her
I forget even the longing If she Smiles,
the joy in my heart increases,
and if she laughs, spring begins and
I celebrate with joy
Copyright @ Abdulbasset
Abdulsalam Qassem Alsamadi.
33.
Poem: “Untold Words”
Poet: Antonis Filippeos
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date : 1st ,April, Tuesday, 2025.
What I didn’t get to say
is still waiting for you
hermetically sealed,
sealed by my longing
that maybe they will see the light,
refuse the silence
that had condemned them for years
and become encouraged
prepared to be led to you,
to caress the lips,
to thrust through,
to hide nothing,
to surrender,
to endure.
What will become of them?
No one knows…
…you might drive them away,
maybe you’ll mock them.
Keep them inside you forever:
That’s what I’d like.
And if you throw them away, don’t…
Give them back to me,
They’re mine.
I’ll pick them up
even if I’m alone.
Like I’ve been doing all this time,
I’ll love you in my solitude…
Copyright @ Antonis Filippeos
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