37 Poems In The 26th Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.

WOW ! This our 26th Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Highest Poem Collections . Enjoy with our 37 Poems.It’s really Incredible.

Dear Friends! This is the 26th poem Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.More New Poets are In this .
Hello Poets! Look! In The 26th-online publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. More new poets are Joined in this Platform. All new poets are welcome.
At first , we are showing some Short Bio of our new Authors/Poets submitted from the world :
(A).Bio:
Maid Čorbić (24) is a young poet whose works have been praised and awarded many times. In his free time, he is dedicated to writing poetry and humanitarian work, always ready to help others. He is a member of the WLFPH organization for unity and peace in the world. He currently serves as the editor of the First Artistic Balkan Universe portal, led by Dijana Uherek Stevanović, where he also acts as a selector for several competitions. This platform aims to connect poets from all over the world.
(B). Bio:
Til Kumari Sharma is a Multi Award Winner in writing from an international area from Paiyun 7- Hile Parbat, Nepal. She is known as Pushpa Bashyal around her community. Her writings are published in many countries. She is a featured-poet and a best-selling co-author too. She is a poet of the World Record Book ” HYPERPOEM”. She is co-organizer of it too. She is one of many artists to break a participant record to write a poem about the Eiffel Tower of France. Her World Personality is published in Multiart Magazine from Argentina. She is feminist poet. She is published as the face of the continent ( Cover Page of Asia) in Humanity Magazine. She is made as portrait ” Poetic Legend of Asia” by Nigerian Painter. She has got “World Creative Hero” award from LOANI: Leaders of all nations international. She is now journalist in Literature Journal of USA.
(C). Bio:
Nana Firdausi Musa is a writer, poet, and advocate for SDG 4 (Quality Education). She has organized workshops, facilitated poetry challenges, and participated in various literary events, using storytelling to explore themes of identity, self-growth, and societal change. A creative designer and content creator, she integrates digital tools to enhance her projects. Beyond education, she actively champions SDG 3 (Good Health and Well-being) and SDG 5 (Gender Equality), promoting wellness, holistic healing, and gender empowerment. As the Secretary of Kano State SDG Cohort 6, she plays a key role in advocacy and campaign efforts. She has facilitated book reviews, conducted educational sessions, and contributed to digital literacy through her expertise in Google Forms, Google Docs, Canva, and CapCut. Her work bridges education, creativity, and social impact, making a meaningful difference in both literary and advocacy spaces.
Hi Friends ! We got new poets. Primelore Writer’s Heaven is very glad to receive more new delightful Poems from the new Poets for our global readers.

WOW ! our 26th publications is really more Incredible then others, Primelore thanks all the honourable poets from the world who send us more and more beautiful poems to publish in our platform Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
We believe our global readers will enjoy to read all poems and always stay with primelore.

Dear Friends ! This is the 26th Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
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In Our 26th 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. Enjoy with our 37 Poems.It’s really Incredible. Now read Our Poems from below :

01.

Poem: “making poetry”

Poet: Mary Garde.

From: Vancouver Island.Canada.

Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.


I love how my mind

gets takin away

by rhyming poetry

all at once a word or two turns

into a story in my mind

I didn’t start out thinking

I wander through words to see what can fit in poetry


try to make an interesting tale that someone else might read and see

it can take a spark from my heart or maybe a sea story


no matter where it starts if I can raise interest in the reader I have succeeded in my quest to

entertain minds that seek some distraction from the mundane

Copyright @ Mary Garde.

02.
Poem: “WHEN LOVE DISAPPEARS”
Poet: Maid Čorbić.
From: Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

And that trace that is no longer persistent
I still remember those times
when love was persistent
in ourselves when it least challenges

I know that meaning is what I seek
and that person can only be you
because every hope of mine is a part of the soul
that must not be lightly trampled
If I disappear one day
just be the best version of yourself
because I know that having you by my side
means calming my soul that seeks tenderness

Everything in life can have meaning
but I hope you won’t disappear
because the only thing I seek
are almond-colored dreams and dreamy eyes

And if you are far from me
never grieve for me
because I still think of you
kilometers away.
Copyright @ Maid Čorbić.

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03.
Poem: “I Don’t Wanna Be Awake”

Poet: Lisa Christian.

From: United States.

Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.


I wake up to snow all over the ground

I search and I search, but you’re nowhere to be found

Was I dreaming? Was this all just a mistake?

Let me go back to sleep, I don’t wanna be awake.

We were getting ready to leave n’ walk out the door,

We were together… just like before…

Not sure where we were going… I don’t even care.

Because when I looked over, you were right there.

Right by my side… where you are supposed to be…

Before God took you home, and away from me…

I hate when this happens… I don’t understand

I wanna feel your warmth. I wanna hold your hand.

I can’t explain all of this hurt that I feel

There is this hole in my heart that just won’t heal.

We had the bestest times, I didn’t realize it back then

Going different places… Hey, remember when…
.
Never mind, I know that you’re in a better place,

I never wanted you to leave,

look at all this empty space.

I wish I would have known this was gon’ hurt this bad,

Cause I would’ve never took for granted the time that we had.

I can’t believe I thought you’d be here forever.

There was never a dull moment when we were together.

All the things that we did, we had so much fun,

Watching fireworks at night, swimming in the sun.

I thought you would always be by my side,

I didn’t realize that was gon’ be our final good-bye.

I understand you had to go when God called you home.

What I don’t understand is why I feel so alone.

Copyright @ Lisa Christian.

04.
Poem: ” So I’m not “
Poet : Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

He said, I’m not alive in the world,
Because time is now for writing poem,

I’m not alive in the world,
because I’m writing poem,
I’m now reading poem,
I’m now seeking poem,
I’m always checking my mailbox,
I’m always checking my messenger inbox;
Also checking my website,
And my WhatsApp account,
Only for poets and poetry,
Whose poems are there,

So he and she said ;
I’m not alive in the world,
I’m now Reading poem,
I’m now Editing poem,
Collecting their poems
The poets sent to me in my mail from various countries.

She also said I’m not alive in the world,
Because I’ve no time for them,
So I am writing a poem.
I’m now In my heaven,
Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
Really !
I’m not alive in the poem-less world ,
I am working with poets ,
To publish their poems,
In my dream platform,
Primelore Writer’s Heaven 26th publications.

All Poems publish schedule is very tight,
So I’m working day and night.
What they are saying I don’t care,
I’ve no time to stand and stare.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.

05.
Poem: “I FEEL LIKE”
Poet: Badamasi Ismail Chikaji.
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

I feel like running away to a different world,but your love and words led me to a closed ended way.
I feel like, to let my pen roars between the pages of your hidden paper book
Where our love letters conquered the cosmos love.

I feel like holding you as a religion,
But,I whispering of the sky and winds expose your mission.

I fell the heaven and Earth are my ink and paper to print the unknown message of the heart,
but I can’t share a secret to the wind.
It’s what is the mind consumptions ithat wouldn’t be dare to send.
Copyright @ Badamasi Ismail Chikaji.

06.
Poem: “EYE”
Poet: SHEKAR T B.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

Don’t repeat the memories
I was lost to the light of her eyes.
I couldn’t get out anymore.
Her beauty was in her eyes.
Her face was full of
beauty and wealth.
Her eyes were
sparkling with laughter.
Her eyes were more
beautiful than her hair.
Her curls were kissing her eyes.
Her eyes were sweeter
than her blond cheeks.
Eye block had added a
sparkle to its eyes.
The sparkle in his eyes
seemed to illuminate my life.
Copyright @ Thathanahally B SHEKARA.

07.
poem: “Forgotten”.
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

We have asked not to be forgotten….
But we forget to live
We forget to love
We forget to say hello and thank you to people they were there for us!!

We asked to be patient
We have asked to be kind
But they never teach us about the selfish person
The evil people
They snakes they are among us
That are waiting for our moments
The small moments
To come
And destroy

We have asked to believe in ourselves
We have asked to be positive
But they never explained that
We will be the only that we must do that
As people are occupied with make war
Make money
Have power

I do what they asked but i walk forgotten…
. In the battle field…
Copyright @ Eva Petropoulou Lianou .

08.
Poem: “Supplicants”
Poet: KAPARDELI EFTICHIA .
From: GREECE.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

Flowers are dressed in Light
I wander, among the world
I wipe my lips from
empty words
Times have closed me in a great silence

The kisses of the Sun
They burn me and fade me
I get trapped, in unknown mirrors
I squeeze thoughts, in whispers
The rooms of the streets
Dreams mourn
Colorless lives
Daily sufferings
The rain washes away our silent

footprints
supplicants of love
in the cracks
of an embalmed era, travelers
Copyright @ KAPARDELI EFTICHIA .

09.
Poem : “M E T A M O R P H O S I S(creative writing)”
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath.
From : India near Kolkata.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

Aim of life,
Is a must set goal.Now
The question is ‘what’?
A gain, is not designed by
Almighty, nor by Hu’ m a n’
Then “who” the creater is?
An action, again it is not
In the hand of soul, nor
Thy God whom you worship.
So, “why” is it tied, with us!
Not a fuss…. a soul, when is
Shaped! and got self,cannot
Decide properly its work.
Is a question, an thus,

No one gets answer.
But always answers, for gain.
Life is a grain, it’s nothing.
Time is a loss and decaying,
Objects fade.. Thought.. A dream..

Dream is no fact, thus,. Aim
Or no aim is, ‘Life ‘ based on.
M E T A M O R P H O S I S.
Copyright @ Prabir Kumar Rath.

10.
Poem: “The Castle In The Sun”
Poet : Edna Salona- Labrador
From: Cavite,Philippines.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

Whose eyes can hold the sight
Of the castle in the sun?
The walls of gold can blind the eyes
The ceiling stands so high.

Whose hand can hold the pillar
Whose feet can stand on the blazing floor
Who dare to live in the grandeur
Of the castle in the sun?

What is the grandeur of the place
If it is not a home
What is the essence of treasures
If love is lost and you’re alone?

Oh,I can’t stand the scorching heat
The place will end my breath
I choose to live in a ragged house
Where love stays, where life is safe.
Copyright @ Edna Salona- Labrador
Cavite, Philippines.

11.
Poem: “The Reason why eyes are only in the front” Poet: Kang Byeong-Cheol .
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

Keep your eyes forward and walk
Walk, and keep on walking
Take a step or two back only when necessary
But everyone’s destiny is to move forward
Those who are alive
Must move forward.

If you deeply love the past
And seek divine revelations from it
Then it’s okay to stay there
But if not, then live in this dynamic moment.

The leaves of a silver fir tree, sparkling in the sunlight,
Won’t show their backs unless there is no wind.

Unless it’s absolutely necessary to look back,
Keep moving forward.
There may be times when you take a few steps back,
But even on a moonless night, you must move forward.
The silver fir tree looks even more beautiful when it shows its back,
But it won’t reveal its bright silver color without the wind.
Copyright @ Kang Byeong-Cheol.

12.
Poem: “A Life of My Own”
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

I do not wish, in days so old,
To be a burden, weak and cold.

Let me stand on feet so strong,
Walk my path, where I belong.

No trembling hands, no weary sigh,
No helpless gaze, no teary eye.

A heart that beats with steady grace,
A mind that time cannot erase.

Let wisdom shine, let courage stay,
Let dignity not fade away.

I shall not beg, nor plead, nor cry,
Nor wait for help as years pass by.

If strength should wane, let peace be near,
Let love remain, but not in fear.

No weight to bear on shoulders kind,
No chains of pity left to bind.

A life well lived, a soul set free,
That is the fate I wish for me.
Copyright @ S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru).

13.
Poem: “Nature”
Poet:Amb. Priyanka Neogi,
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

To make the nature of nature actual,
Light water at the air of the mountains of the mountains in the desert,
Keeps the mind at its own pace.
To be swollen with the heat of the sun,
The arrival of the rain is filled with romance.
To felt immense fascination in embracing the green by calling the mountains,
The wave of the sea gives the mantra to remain in the roar,
To be the wave of the unabashed tune.
If the tree gives flowers and fruits is the root of the roots, then
The presence of the seasons keeps the excellence of the variety to enjoy life,
Life to move.
Coal filled with dirt, found diamonds,
Teaches to be pure patience by making soil,
Thousands.
Without the soil, this world existed.
For nature we are making progress
Copyright @ Amb. Priyanka Neogi.

14.
Poem: “Bracket Clock”
Poet: Ma Yongbo. From: China
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

I hold a secret sorrow, an anomalous joy
I am the golden giant eye of cyclops
sometimes too solemn, sometimes too naive
at once an old man and a mischievous child
my outstretched arms pause at an obtuse angle
as if embracing and relinquishing at the same time
a brass key tightens the wind within me
in the bedroom, I am both more merciful and yet more cruel
and at the centre of the lintel of my forehead
is nailed an eternal dark night
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo.

15.
Poem: “To William Blake!”
Poet: Muhammad Adnan Gujjar.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

Innocence and Experience are juxtaposed,
Virtue and Vanity are opposed
Lamb and Tiger are doomed
O Blake, you universally mould
Songs of Joy and Songs of Sorrow,
You spiritually borrow.
The good and the evil Spirit,
Thou magically grace and grit.
Sweepers swiftly sing the songs of joy,
Thou skilfully show the sight of boys.
Above creed and race,
They ecstatically pace.
Unknowingly, they taste,
Thou colorfully paste
Their innocent case
And unforgettable phase.
The world knows thy alchemy,
The Sick Rose is a universal epiphany.
Reciting and instructing the universe,
You stand tall among the Romantics.
Copyright @ Muhammad Adnan Gujjar.

16.
Poem: “Mind talk of a survivor “
Poet: Soma Mukherjee . From: India .
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

The chatter in my head,
Keeps my mind in place,
Though it can be annoying,
It keeps my faith.
It reminds me of my past,
A survival story out of dust.
It does keeps me sane,
Of all lessons learnt,
And which did not go in vain.
I would never forget
My scars and burns instead,
I shine them as an armour
Of a blistering reminder.
I would also remember the divine power,
Which makes me a survivor
A Phoenix from the ashes to rise,
Here and forever.
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee.

17.
Poem: “When Tomorrow Comes”
Poet: HyeKyung Ahn.
From: Seoul Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

It is not easy
to speak to the plum blossoms that will bloom
tomorrow.
I cannot step inside them,
nor can I find the path to reach them.
I cut away useless emotions,
but even when a crow steals my coat,
I cannot cry out.
Everything is being taken.
Winter steals spring,
the goat steals the guitar,
the wind steals love.
The ducks wail—
even beneath the water, there is nothing to eat.
Could I step inside the plum blossom’s heart?
What is it that I need, what is it?
I wade through the water, following the flock of
ducks,
but I see no path.
The road to the plum blossom—
I long for its depths.
Sometimes, I plunge my head underwater and
scream,
I need the air of Peru,
I need the air of Machu Picchu
When tomorrow comes,
what will happen?
Will I be able to hear the plum blossom’s advice?
Copyright @ HyeKyung Ahn.

18.

Poem: “UNTIL THIS LIFE ENDS”

Poet: Parvinder Nagi

From: India .

Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.


Mystical web spun in the mingled paths so beautiful

Memories of the past journey we walked through

Our sweet nights mesmerising under the galaxies enchanting

Love began under the stars brimming through the breezes swift

Silently you stepped in through the brightest of moonlights

Holding onto the desires overflowing in emotions deep

Dreaming joyous dreams in the world of ecstasies

Fiery echoes, night trysts under the shadows dark

Love’s greatest truth wrapped in the divine azures

Rests in thy bosom of the celestial skies so magnificent

Intoxicating by the fragrances of your tresses so beautiful

I lay celebrating in my conscious every thought of yours

Touching my senses through the feelings so vibrant

I would love to embrace you till infinity

We were destined to meet in this birth what may

And our souls never to part until this life ends!

Copyrights @ Parvinder Nagi.

19.
Poem: “Beneath My Skin”
Poet: Ariana Afrin Emu.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

Let me grow my hair,
so you won’t trace the slope of my collarbone
like it was shaped for your gaze.
Let me drown my arms in fabric,
so a stranger’s fingers won’t twitch with hunger,
so no one will say I was asking for it.
It’s just a hand,
just a hand
but I didn’t know a piece of me
could call out in silence,
could summon wanting
I never invited in.
Let me disappear under long sleeves,
let me vanish in loose folds,
so you won’t see the curve of my waist
and blame me for your craving.
Let me hide every inch of skin,
as if my body were a lock
and your desire the only key.
I have done everything.
Now tell me-what more should I give?
Should I carve away the flesh,
peel myself down to bone,
so you will finally see
what keeps me awake at night?
Should I hold out my wrists,
let you read the stories
written in fine white lines?
Should I turn my face,
so you can study the hollows,
the weight beneath my eyes,
the proof of all the nights
I have battled myself?
I want you to see
to see beyond the skin,
beyond the body,
beyond the hourglass frame
that cages me inside your fantasies.
I want you to know
that I am more.
I am the ache in my own chest,
the breath I hold between words,
the voice that breaks but still speaks.
Don’t just crave my skin.
See me.
Copyright @ Ariana Afrin-Emu.

20.
Poem: “A Paddy Flower”
Poet: Asif Altaf.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

A paddy flower
It has no fragrance
It has no buyers; for obvious reasons, no florist keeps it in their shop;
On Valentine’s Day, no one even considers giving a paddy flower as a gift to their beloved,
Yet, with a world of dreams, it blooms in muddy water;
It has no lovers except for the rural farmer,
No well-wishers except for the farmer’s wife,
No discussions about it take place in air-conditioned rooms around round tables,
Yet, with the dream of building a hunger-free world,
it keeps moving forward, defying time.
We love roses, jasmines, and tuberoses,
But a paddy flower and a rural farmer,
Unseen by all, become earthly gods.
Copyright @ Asif Altaf.

21.

Poem: “Kehinde Imoleayo”

Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite.

From: Osun state, Nigeria

Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.


She walks like twilight stretching its arms,

a hush of gold on the river’s skin.

Soft-footed like dawn on quiet hills,

whispering warmth where shadows have been.


Her laughter rings like rain on dry earth,

a melody thirsty hearts drink in.

Her eyes, twin lanterns in evening’s hush,

holding secrets the moon leans to hear.



Wind bends to trace her passing steps,

leaves murmur stories in her wake.

Not beauty that begs to be seen,

but beauty that lingers, soft and sure.

Copyright @ Emmanuel Adegbite.

22.

Poem: “GARDEN OF SMILE”

Poet: Abeera Mirza.

From: Pakistan.

Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.


Plant that smile on me

Thanks me for planting flower

Bloom with joy and glee

Watered the soil, it grows carefree

Petals unfold with gentle touch of sunrays

Warming the garden

It’s fragrance fill the air with sweet delight.



Plant that smile on me

Let it grow forever in soil and in my soul

Not only on soil it’s roots in my heart

In its beauty, I find peace and purity

And a love that forever will blooming.

Copyrght @ Abeera Mirza.

23.
Poem: “To my Love”
Poet: Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek.
From: Luton UK.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

I love your eyes, your hair
Ears of corn as golden as cereals
I love your heart
Carpets as clear as diamonds

I love your pure soul
Without you, I’m suffocating
Without you, it’s in the dark
My uncertain stride

It’s darkness around
Where a dark voice calls
The whole world with you
It’s like a rose bud flower

You’re in the tunnel of light
A miracle and a snowflake
Zephyr with a light breeze
Birds singing in the morning

When you’re missing
I’m becoming a wreck
When we have each other
And I feel you close

It lifts us up
Above the clouds
And so flying to the end
We are lost in the sunshine
Copyright @ Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek.

24.
Poem: “I won love”
Poet: Abdulbasset ALsamadi Abu Omaima
From: Yemen.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

while she walks steam rises from the snow It’s Spring , so there is no arrogance
There is no dust in the roads and flowers
I dangled to smell the fragrance of jasmine

for her The nights sailed with the waves, and from the look of at sunrise,
I won love and did not lose my heart, and for the sake of her heart,
which I love, I wove from my vein a silk shawl of longing and called out in an emotional voice,

O you who loved your path and spread pomegranate leaves
I must meet you and close my eyes in peace and before the day return to hug you in my chest
your eyes are crazy love,
And capture the love in your eyes Like drinking sea water The more I drank, the thirstier I became
O woman,
I don’t like to stay up late except with you
And I don’t like drawing in perspective
The eye of the ant except when
Draw I love you may she grow up
in your eyes a thousand times
For love
Give me love with cold water drop by drop Give me everything my heart needs
For years of love and a thousand nights and nights
Abdulbasset Abdulsalam Qassem ALsamadi _Yemen.

25.
Poem: “THE ANTI-PROMISE TO LOVE”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

Anti-poet, victim of my anti-poetry,
all I could do is dedicate to you an antpromise of love,
my anti-promise of love would have the features of a synesthesia,
the Stalinist hardness of steel and the softness of colour,
the finesse of friendship and the consistency of love,
your white eyes turn me into a hydrophobic cynic,
and there’s no doctor for rage, my love.

An anti-promise of love to be read before a registrar,
as to convince a tecno-trivial world,
i’ve loved you since June 1976, perhaps, in truth, since April,
i was an embryo and you were still immersed in the aurora borealis,
for six years you would have been an angel, a ghost, the inessential of a fractal,
without batting an eyelid waiting for you, six years, thirty-six years, with nothing to say,
the sheep of Panurge’s contemporaries would condemn me to total silence.

You are my anti-promise of love, and the idea may seem imperceptible to you,
i observe you sleeping, serene, like a crumb abandoned in a toaster,
my love I am stripped of the role of ‘sapper’ – it is abyssal like a submarine,
condemned to scatter torpedoes under the (false) guise of a dogfish.
Copyright @ Ivan Pozzoni.

26.
Poem: ” Oho My Love”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma ( Pushpa).
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

The love is false by you.
So you need to accept to death than my love.
You need fashions and material beauty of girl.
I love with my heart once.
So my love is like rag dress.
Ohoo for other’s love I think mine.
You were already of other.
I did mistake in my letter as “you are my love”.
Another person says not you me that I am his love.
Whose love I was I do not know.
But I am not cared by anyone.
So I am not in love of anyone.
I am born to draw poetic art.
So I am poetic soul for all.
Love was not able hand to me.
Love I know only deception.
No need to make lover/ husband of other’s love.
Isolation is enough.
Copyright @ Til Kumari Sharma ( Pushpa).

27.
Poem: “Chaitra Afternoon”
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

On the afternoon of Chaitra, the mind is up and down,
Cannot be held and tied at home,
The arrival of a friend makes the bird fly around.
There seems to be no escape from the flighty state,
Like a stray dog ​​with one hand sticking out its tongue, hoping for a drop of water,
As if my confused running is
In the hope of a drop of good shelter,
You will catch me in a flash.
I don’t have to love you
Don’t love me, that’s all I have.
Because true love is hidden in the midst of not getting it.
Copyright @ Md. Sohel Dukhai.

28.
Poem: “I’m taking the coats tonight”
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

I’m taking the coats tonight –
in a world of fingers that forget to tip,
it is my blue jumper trail-thread
which touches your palm this evening before the show

before you place it on her naked back
where the Dior black, parts
at her neat young spine.

I’m staring at the coats tonight –
from the cheap seats
parting the limp of grey I call my hair
hearing Smetana through a muffle of sleeves

wearing a blue Dior dress of dreams
Copyright @ Helen Pletts.

29.
Poem: “god Isn’t Interested In Us”
Poet: LJ Bechtel.
From: Melbourne, FL USA.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

In a vast universe, wide and deep,
Where stars are born, and secrets keep,
A notion whispered in the cosmic dust,
Of a God above, in whom we trust.
Yet in this expanse, so wild and free,
A thought emerges, quietly,
That maybe, in the grand design,
Human concerns, do not align.

Not out of malice, nor disdain,
But simply as the sun does rain,
Its light on all, without a choice,
Unmoved by any single voice.

In galaxies that swirl and spin,
Where worlds end and lives begin,
The divine gaze, if it exists,
Sees not our woes, our lists of lists.
For if a power, so grand and high,
Watches over from the sky,
Perhaps it’s with a broader view,
Not concerned with me or you.

Yet in this silence, vast and wide,
Where we ponder if God’s by our side,
We find a strength, uniquely ours,
To cherish life, its fleeting hours.
For in the absence of a sign,
We craft our purpose, our own divine,
And in this vast, indifferent space,
We find our own, our special place.
Copyright @ LJ Bechtel.

30.

Poem: “THE WOMAN AND THE PLATFORM”

Poet: Shyam Poemist Matherjee.

From: India.

Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.


Busy platform, passengers were waiting and

Watching the wristwatch again and again –

When the train will come, so that to reach ;

Each one’s destination in proper time.

Lots of work to do there today –

But strangely, she had no hurry, no restlessness –

Sitting in a corner in a relaxed mood with,

Two children and eating something !

I discovered the menu they are eating :

Some rice, one cup curry and a boiled egg.

Considering as a trespasser and looking –

Straight at my eyes, she smiles gently.

To me that smile converted into –

A simple and big question to me,

“Where is my father, husband and lover?”

From that very moment my brain was puzzled,

To find the right answer and one day –

I must find out a perfect answer for hers ,

It’s my faith, hope and commitment .

Copyright @ Shyam Poemist Matherjee.

31.

Poem: “HARMONY OF NATURE’S PALM “

Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano

From: Philippines

Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.


In the palm of a hand, a world unfolds,

A forest river sunrise, young and old.

With every line and curve, a story’s told,

Of harmony and balance, forever to hold.


The trees stand tall and proud, their leaves a gentle sway,

Their roots delve deep, into the earth’s embrace each day.

The river’s gentle flow, a soothing melody plays,

As nature’s beauty, in the palm, finds its perfect way.


In this delicate dance, of human and nature’s art,

We find the beauty, that’s forever in our heart.

A sense of wonder, that forever will remain,

A connection to the earth, that’s forever sustained.


And in this harmony, we find our peaceful nest,

Where love and nature, forever rest.

Copyright @ Dominique Erecilla Albano.

32.

Poem: “Verses On A Child Of Circumstance”

Poet: Mazi Chiemela Chinenye Onyenkwere PhD,

From: Abuja, Nigeria.

Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.


The wickedness of men as in,

The mystery of the empty palm kernel;

The evil handiwork of men when,

They dress like women and misrule sway;

It happened somewhere in the Orientals,

Of the Land of the Rising Sun,

Where once a flag of half a yellow sun flew,

In the tropical rainforest on a certain bight;

Pogrom was the cleansing tool;

Mass exodus fleeing back home,

Into a band of beacon of hope and light;

A child of extreme circumstance was born,

The child’s existence and survival, a marvel;

Pain was my people’s best friend,

Riddled with bullets, diseases and starvation;

Death knew my people by name,

A three million-massacre of tribe,

Misery of a people, trauma of a loss;

Violent struggle for freedom of the oppressed,

The only honour left to the threatened;

A people chose to be hungry,

To remain alive, instead of feeding fat,

To become respectable corpses,

The only true bulwark against death is to live;

The history of the world, a chronicle of oppression,

You sent

The unity of matrimony to be fostered,

Not the unity of Jonah in the whale;

Decades after “no victor, no vanquished”,

Shackles still fetter the freedom of our legs,

Cuffs still restrain the use of our hands,

Gags still prevent the speech of our voices;

The people continue to crave for an elixir,

Like the release of the endorphins,

The feel-good hormones secretion,

That body’s response to stress,

They desperately need this lifeline;

Let it come!

Like the odour of the petrichor,

The musty, barky smell of fresh rain,

Fallen on the dry earth;

Let it still come!

Like the apricity of the day,

The delightful warmth of sunlight,

Shining in the cold winter;

Then, all will breathe and bleed the same.

Copyright @ Mazi Chiemela Chinenye Onyenkwere PhD.

33.
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
Poem: “Spring’s Aromatics”
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

On this season ,
to celebrate we have a big reason.
We hope on a better future
and not ilusions and other adventure.
We need so much equality and to realise human’ s rights
to achieve real paece and humanity.
So long we admire democracy and freedom
it doesen’t matter Republic or Kingdom.
People must have everywhere
security and to be safe,
only such leaders are lovely and brave.
Congratulations from Albania!
Copyright @ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.

34.
Poem: “INTOXICATED”
Poet:Sangeeta Gupta.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

The lush green baby mountains
the pale blue grey sky
as if it has just come out of a royal bath
Small ponds scattered all over
a tranquil river lost in its own thoughts
rows of trees smiling softly
none in nature is in a hurry
they are just there in their rhythmic moments
passing through a serene village
and I am drowsy
intoxicated by the harmony of existence.
Copyright @ Sangeeta Gupta.

35.

Poem: “Selflessness or Self-Sabotage”
Poet: Nana Firdausi Musa.

From: Nigeria.

Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.


Am I the candle that burns to give others light,

Or the flame that consumes itself in the night?

Do I give without thought, my heart open wide,

Or do I pour from an empty vessel inside?



Is my kindness a gift, pure and divine,

Or a wound I inflict, crossing my own line?

Do I help to heal, to lift others high,

Or do I forget myself, letting my soul run dry?



Am I selfless, a giver, a noble heart,

Or do I tear my own essence apart?

Do I mistake neglect for generosity’s call,

Giving too much until I fall?



In the mirror, I seek the answer to see—

Is this love for them or a betrayal of me?

A balance, a dance, a question untamed,

Selflessness or self-sabotage—what’s my name?



So tell me, when you give, do you remain—

Or do you lose yourself in the name of love?


Penname: Ambitious_bint

Copyright @ Nana Firdausi Musa.

36.
Poem: “INVISIBLE”
Poet: BELLO WADUDU KEHINDE
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

Like a conscience
That cannot be seen
I became invisible
Absence of presence
My heart is vincible

Is it hard to see?
That I got so weak
With a life so meek
That your eyes can look Yet, don’t see my spoilt mood

Did you notice my fears?
As I burst into tears
Of wasted years
You made your own exit
You do as your lordship pleases

Do you know the sun will shine?
By photosynthesis,
The almost dead plants will rise
The bleeding heart will heal
While the pain invisibly leave
Copyright @ BELLO WADUDU KEHINDE

37.
Poem : “KISSES LIKE ROSES”
Poet:Irena Jovanović,
From: Zaječar, Serbia.
Primelore Published Date: 25, March,Tuesday,2025.

Kisses like roses bloom
elegantly, softly, tenderly
fragrant and mesmerizing
velvety petals of lips
are falling onto my neck
covering even my shoulders
with the most refined touch
of the mildest fragrant love care
that I have ever discovered
This perfection of love
brilliant and profound
is making my heart flourish
just like a huge dark red rose
opulent and wild
mild in the essence of love
in ravishment and joy.
Two roses of our hearts
with the petals kissing each other
joined together glide in beauty,
dance through all dimensions
that blossom like roses.
In a rosarium of eternity
our souls tend to bloom, too
two fresh buds ready to open
and showcase inner splendor
of the most sublime love
adorned with the echoing truths
in the freshness of vibrant dewdrops
and my heart vibrates gently
my Valentine, with all my love
forever extended towards you
through kisses of refined lips
in the endless petals whirls
of cosmic roses of life
Copyright @ Irena Jovanović,

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