Welcome to our 50th Glorious Editions. The Golden Chapter of Primelore Writer’s Heaven Hits a Milestone! From edition 01 to 50 A Literary Odyssey for writers and readers.
01.
Poem: “Celebration of the 50th edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
Host: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
We are celebrating the 50th edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
We love Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
Here, poets are coming from the world to publish their poems.
Primelore is all poets’ platform.
Hello, dear poet, where are you from?
Congrats to all on the 50th edition milestone!
More editions will come soon.
Primelore knows no boundary.
Please send your poem very soon and hurry!
Primelore is an open diary.
You can write your poetry
We don’t know how to harass anybody.
We love all poems from men or ladies.
Don’t hesitate to send your poem.
Primelore is not an old home.
Primelore is all writer’s heaven.
I’m from Bangladesh.
All are from other countries.
We made a bridge of poetry.
We made the world a beautiful country.
We are celebrating the 50th edition of
Primelore Writer’s Heaven,
We are smiling with our poets and readers always
Poets came from-
Greece, Vietnam, Australia,
Kenya, Bosnia and Herzegovina, Jammu and Kashmir, Nigeria, India, Pakistan, Albania,
Montenegro, Serbia, Lebanon -Brazil, Korea, Palestine, Italy, Nepal, the USA, Canada,
Monrovia, Labria, Sri Lanka, Panjab, Bihar, Thailand, Philippines, Gaza, TÜRKİYE,
Bhutan, Taiwan, Afghanistan, Maldives, Bangladesh, China, London, Qatar, UK, UAE
From each country, we are all poets, not spy.
Happy celebration of our primelore,
Heart to heart,
Each poet opens the door.
Making poems with our words are very strong.
Keeping our hands on each other,
let’s sing a celebration song for the 50th edition.
It was my hard labor.
to collect poems and published one edition to fifty,
Strongly prohibited Writing a poem politically.
I love poets’ smiley faces and am proud of them.
To write a poem for mankind.
We feel no problem.
We also touch the reader’s heart.
Poems are now very strong and smart.
O! my Poets from National and International,
Sending a poem from any side of the world is now very easy.
Email, facebook , Messenger, WhatsApp, LinkedIn,
Instagram and Smart Network are always busy more.
Allah give us power to continue our, “Primelore.”
©️®️ Afroza Jesmine.
02.
Poem: “HOME OF MANY FLAMES”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I was born in the highland of Vietnam
I live beneath the vast sky of Australia
I walk among the footsteps of children
Teaching them how words can open a world
Primelore Heaven is a gathering place
Bangladesh meets the heartbeat of oceans
Voices with the same human fire
Fifty times we have lifted the same lantern
To keep the flame alive
I step into this circle with my small offering
Knowing that poetry is for everyone
It belongs to the soil that raised me
The languages that I learn everyday
The students who keep me awake to wonder
This is the celebration of the widening path
A reminder that poetry
Walks with us, waits for us
And will always gather us home
©️®️ Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
03.
Poem: “Heart”
Poet: Eva Lianou Petropoulou.
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Your heart tonight
Touch my heart
Like the first time…
My heart
Close to your heart
They wisper
They talk like the know each other for years
Your heart tonight
Make love to my soul
A love full of passion
With care
Respect
Your heart tonight
Show to me
The magic moment
Exist
Your heart
Touch my heart
Like a child
Your heart
Has his own
Prophetical knowledge
You are a diamond
But i had to climb
The highest volcano
So i can find you…
©️®️Eva Lianou Petropoulou
04.
Poem: “CONVERSATION WITH A CONFIDANT”
Poet: MUSTAFA NACİ ÖZER
From: TÜRKİYE
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
The ember of this fire in our hearts
Has fallen since eternity, know this my friend.
Your sweet words, your talk, your laughter
Are the cause of this flame.
Laugh, my friend, speak, my friend,
Let it be fire, let it be ember, let it burn.
When you are not here, I resent fate,
Without you, what use is my heart but to burn?
I have revealed my secret once,
No more cloudy, misty side of me.
Like a table of abundance laid on the ground,
I have offered you my state, my being.
A friend keeps secrets, do you know that?
Do you see the flame in the heart?
The heart is the place for those who love—
Friend, will you enter there?
The heart is a whole world in a person,
Unreachable in some souls.
Let it not stop—let it beat when it sees a friend,
May all loves flow on this beautiful path.
©️®️ MUSTAFA NACİ ÖZER
05.
Poem: “THE ORIGINAL”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I have my own way
And write the truth every day.
Never like confusions,
But I like to find solutions!
It’ s so a simply word:
To end the hungry in the world:
Minimising chaos and delicts,
To stop wars and conflicts.
Freedom and permanent independence,
So sais God and explain sciense,
No more exploations and violence.
The peace is my preference .
I trust the God and study social sciense!
©️®️ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
06.
Poem: “Days Gone “
Poet: Khursheed Wani.
From: Jammu and Kashmir.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I gave you my thought,
You took it as aught,
In smooth, It became a myth
I stand still like a monolith.
A painful memory of days gone by,
No more fabrication, no more sigh’
Oh, my mind’s eye,
You became a silent ripple. Why?
If I were an untamed pen
I couldn’t think of a better verse. Then
Let me dive into the ben,
I want to meet my grayhen.
©️®️ Khursheed Wani.
07.
Poem: “Intelligent Age Being”
Poet: Alex Dieppe.
From: Hanoi, Vietnam
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Sometimes I vape
Sometimes I zombie bot
Sometimes I A.I
Sometimes I hologram
Sometimes I human-computer interface
At night
I turn the wifi off
I turn the electricity off
I open the window
I return to organic
©️®️ Alex Dieppe.
08
Poem: “Seasons in the Sun”
Poet: LJ Bechtel
From: Melbourne, FL USA.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
A Poem in 4 Movements
Spring
I rose with the tender green of earth,
the sky wide, the air still unbroken.
Each morning was a vow of becoming,
each step a first song carried in sunlight.
Summer
The days lengthened into laughter,
heat beating like a second heart.
Love was quick, fierce, and golden,
and I lived as if the light would never dim.
Fall
Leaves whispered their slow surrender,
colors deepening into quiet truths.
I measured my life in harvests,
gathering both loss and grace in equal hands.
Winter
Snow drifted across the silence,
shadows stretched long and kind.
I lay down in the hush of night,
peace in the turning of seasons.
And in the quiet after,
soft as dusk,
I remember
we had joy,
we had fun,
we had seasons in the sun.
©️®️ LJ Bechtel.
09.
Poem: “Gaza’s White Dove”
Poet: Dr. Kang Byeong-Cheol
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
A Palestinian boy returned home after the bombing.
He saw pigeons, chickens, and canaries lying dead in his almost destroyed house.
Dead wings, wings scattered in the yard
He finds a white dove that survived the bombing.
Holding the white dove in his arms amid the rubble of Gaza, the boy says,
“Stop the war, end the war, let the pigeons walk the streets of Gaza.
Let the pigeons walk leisurely through the streets.”
People shout together. Like an echo, the cry spreads far and wide,
“Let the pigeons walk leisurely among the people in the streets of Gaza.”
©️®️ Dr. Kang Byeong-Cheol
10.
Poem: Immaculate whisper of love”
Poet: Bania Sofia
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
The stars are still closed.
They keep in the silence of the sky
the memory of the first lovemaking.
But the clouds bend as confessors of this
that the heart burns because it dares to remember.
The dewy words of lovers
resound like an immaculate whisper
bringing to light the secrets
that the bittersweet memory keeps in its flow.
But in the impassable silence this whisper echoes
between abysses and stars,
between flames and ashes
touching the heart even if shadows creep
bringing even lamentations on their wings…
But even then the human question remains
how can a love fit into silence
that burned like a flame,
that touched the abyss
and from a whisper it became a cry
of a wound that bleeds?
©️®️ Bania Sofia
BIO:
Bania Sofia was born in Greece. She studied at the Faculty of Philosophy, in the Department of Philosophy and Pedagogy. After receiving her degree, she worked as a philologist. Since 2004, she has been appointed to public education as a teacher. She has attended seminars related to my subject as well as computers, first aid and painting. She is a member of ELOT (HELLENIC FEDERATION of tae kwon do – holder of a black belt), an active member of dance-cultural clubs and a member of the volunteer rescue team. She discovered the charm of poetry relatively recently and which is for her a means of expressing internal searches, concerns and existential thinking. Her poems have been included in Collective Anthologies of Greece and abroad, Encyclopedias as well as in electronic literary magazines. Some have been translated into English and Portuguese.
11.
Poem: “TRIMMINGS”
Poet: Edna Salona-Labrador
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Some walk with the prayer book on their hands
Some have the rosary, its beads they do count
Some do penance, to them this act is grand
Some have sacrifices, they walk with their knees down.
People may seem religious, people may seem good
But God favors people who walk in the truth
People see the outside, God judges the heart
People can be deceived but never dare, God.
Some have the power to dictate and govern
Some have the wealth to own mansion and land
People see these things but thoughts they can’t discern
People can’t read the mind, one’s heart can not be seen.
People see the face, God examines the heart
People may have the power but it’s not all that count
Wealth is of great help but it’s not all enough
For one to be saved when calamities come.
Only God can…
Edna Salona-Labrador
12.
Poem: “I AM NOT AN IDOL”
Poet: Taghrid Bou Merhi
From: Lebanon -Brazil.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I am not an idol,
nor a silent wall where your voice hides when it fears the void.
I am the breath of the universe when its chest feels tight,
and I am the wound that refuses to become a scar.
I am woman,
not a shadow that follows you wherever you walk,
nor a mirror that polishes your face to see your own glow in it,
but another face of truth,
questioning you when you long for forgetfulness.
I am not a stone that adorns your throne,
I am a wave uprooting silence from its roots,
and a land returning to the seed the whisper of eternity.
You want me as a chain,
but I want you as a journey,
searching with me for a meaning beyond flesh and blood.
I am not an idol,
I am a question dwelling in your eyes,
and an answer written only with the freedom of the soul.
I am woman,
and if you understood me…
if you stood before me without fear and without dominion,
you too would become… human.
© Taghrid Bou Merhi
13.
Poem: Anti-drug 緝毒.
Poet: Chen Hsiu-chen陳秀珍.
From: Taiwan
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
When I entered into Chile
the dog detector on duty in a face of justice
went around my luggage
sniffing.
Does
its lungs prefer my perfume?
When I departed Chile
the anti-drug dog
took attention with serious nostrils
staring at my luggage
smelling
thoughtfully.
Oh, my Neruda,
confronting with severe scrutiny by the authorities
my heart is disturbed
since I was smuggling a kiss
really in my luggage.
（English Translation by Lee Kuei-shien）
Chen Hsiu-chen陳秀珍.
14.
Poem: “And there will not be beautiful”
Poet: Abdul Ghani Bhuiyan.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
No more in this world, not to be beautiful
I will leave the beautiful house ,,
A little bit of loss,
I’ll be after,
And don’t listen to the sweet tone,
My voice
No more in this world, not to be beautiful
I will leave the beautiful house.
Those who were my own ,,
Suddenly gone,
Where did you go,
Didn’t say,
To think for them,
I was shocked.
No more in this world, not to be beautiful
I will leave the beautiful house.
The temporary address of the momentary lane,
In the middle of the arrival,
I thought ,,,,,
Hope-aspirations of seeking,
In life is not overflowing,
Thinking in the mind of Abdul Ghani,
The pain in the heart,
Can’t give an account after death.
No more in this world, not to be beautiful
I will leave the beautiful house.
Abdul Ghani Bhuiyan.
15.
Poem: “Dream Dynamics”
Author : Saeeda Akhtar.
Country : Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
In the realm of dreams, where fantasies reign,
A season unfolds, without any refrain.
Underneath the moon’s soft glow,
Imagination blooms, like flowers in a row.
With each whispered wish and silent sigh,
A world of wonders begins to fly.
Through starlit nights and sunlit days,
Dreams dance freely in mysterious ways.
Hand in hand with hope, we roam,
In this enchanted realm we call home.
With every step, a dream takes flight,
Guiding us through the darkest night.
In the quiet of the dreamer’s embrace,
We find solace, a sacred space.
Whispers of dreams, like secrets untold,
In this season of dreams, our hearts unfold.
With every touch, a spark ignites,
Filling our souls with radiant lights.
In the arms of dreams, we find release,
A symphony of joy, a sense of peace.
So let us wander in this magical sphere,
Where dreams come alive, crystal clear.
For in the season of dreams, we find,
A world of possibilities, beautifully designed.
©️®️ Saeeda Akhtar.
16.
Poem: “Butterfly Souls”
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad.
From: Palestinian.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
How delicate the souls of slain children are!
They rise like butterflies, thousands, in the war season. drifting from one heaven to another, carried far
over the hills of Palestine.
How soft their bodies are! They were shredded easily by the most immoral gangs who ran over their bodies with their ponderous tanks.
They were targeted by a sniper,
hidden like a rat,
criminally occupying a stolen home.
They were attacked by bombers in quiet nights,
in the middle of their sweetest dreams.
They were buried alive beneath broken walls, their blood seeping into the sand,
growing again like flower seeds,
filling the atmosphere with their fragrance, acting as witnesses of the massacre.
They were slaughtered
while coloring the map and the flag of Palestine.
But notorious gangs brutally ended their lives,
mixing those colors with their pure blood.
And a huge stain grows on humanity – your silence in the face of genocide.
Ahmed
You can choose the one you like
Ahmed
I appreciate your efforts
©️®️ Ahmed Miqdad
17.
Poem: “EWA”
Poet: Aminu Femi Jamiu
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
In the garden of flowers, you bloom as the rose,
In the azure sky, you shine as the moon.
Amidst nature’s awesomeness, you’re the goddess of beauty.
On the pedestal of my dreams, I’ll lay poems to adorn you.
I’ll sing for you the song of angels,
And my quill’s edge shall dance, thy disco dance, across the canvas of love.
Let my fingers paint a tender tattoo of devotion
Across your thigh, down to your toe.
Let me serenade you,
Carrying you on my wings of emotion,
Above the turbulent clouds of time,
We’ll soar deeper
Into the boundless blue sky of love,
Where our hearts entwine.
In this blooming orchard of love,
Your face irradiates a loving beam.
Even if the sun fails to rise,
Even if the stars fail to shine,
The light in your glowing face
Will brighten up my day.
And face to face with my fears, battles, and boons,
The weight of affection rests upon my tongue.
Till the world stems in awe of our love,
Till heaven rains upon us a shower of bliss,
Till birds sing for us the song of life,
Till angels clasp their wings in joy,
Then I’ll behold the gentle dance
Of your crescent moon smile.
©️®️ Aminu Femi Jamiu .
18.
Poet: Mary Garde
Poem: “wouldn’t it be lovely”
From: Vancouver Island, Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
if those through out the world got treated with respect humanity for all
not just a few
what a wonderful idea
since I was a little child I thought we were on the path to brotherhood
a joining of man to man to women to child to everyone
there would be no war no hunger everyone would reach out to make it true
now I know my thoughts were so niave I was a child with a child like point of view what I do see
are changes sometimes back and forth
it’s like the breeze comes from one direction but you can be sure another gust can make it take
a new path it makes me hopeful
it makes me think perhaps there is a universal power larger than the greedy world
a full picture we can’t see it all right now faith for the future again is the answer mkap
©️®️ Mary Garde
19.
Poem: “SEDIMENT OF EXISTENCE”
Poet: Maid Čorbić
From: Bosnia and Herzegovina
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Those times when I was steadfast
now they seem to have suddenly disappeared
because it seems to me that spring is coming
much earlier than it seems
Sedimentation of existence in terms of a smile
which I tell people every day
I make myself impossible in that field
because I strive to be the best version of myself
The sediment of existence in my heart
which never stopped blooming
there are still hopes in the bottom of the soul
which must not disappear suddenly
I’m still smiling and raising my hands to the Sun
because that’s the only thing left for me
my heart became untouchable
because of some who do not see good in me
But I still hope for something better
because that which is better comes into its own
just a smile is enough for me
to be like I used to be again!
©️®️ Maid Čorbić
20.
Poem: “Old Age Home”
Poet: Asif Altaf
From: Khulna, Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I hang the sarod on its hook,
evening arrives in the glow of LED bulbs—
“Come,” I whisper,
“Cheers! Cheers!”
Grandfather has gone
to the old age home.
So tonight father and mother
throw a wild concert.
Roasted meat, and all that goes with it—
I watch through the crack of the door,
as both of them lift their voices:
“Cheers! Cheers!”
But when Time turns enemy,
and father, mother reach their sixties,
I keep within my chest
the road to the old age home—
and carefully preserve
their dearest word:
“Cheers! Cheers!”
©️®️ Asif Altaf
21.
Poem: “Marry i love you”
Poet: Shahin Islam Khan.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Marry i left my breath
Marry i left my heart
Marry i left my eyes
Marry Marry Marry
Marry i left my all
Marry i………..
Marry could you happy
Marry could you happy
Marry i buy the earth
Marry i buy the all Gods
Marry Marry Marry
Marry tell me something
Marry could you love me
Marry could you love me
Marry i left my all
Marry could you love me
Marry i left my blood
Marry could you love me
Marry do you play with me
Marry do you play with me mili second
Marry do you love me mili second
Marry Marry Marry
Marry tell me something
Marry tell me something
Marry please love me mili mili mili second
Marry love me mili mili mili mili second
I left my all……..
©️®️ Shahin Islam Khan.
22.
Poem: “Let it be that way”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Let it be that way
Gentle as the morning
Softly falls the dew
Quietly wraps the night
Stars shine brightly still
Moon glows with soft light
Night’s peaceful silent hush
World slows its frantic pace
Find solace in the calm
Let go of all stress
Breathe in deeply slow
Feel the calm within
Let it be that way
No need to rush fast
Life’s simple joys are best
Find peace in stillness
Let the world slow down
Gentle moments are precious
Savor each quiet second
Let it be that way
©️®️ Dominique Erecilla Albano.
23.
Poem: “summer is nearly come and gone “
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
white butterflies by daytime
smaller white moths by dawn.
August starting at one in echoing daylight with planes that drone.
In the beat of a white moth is the quiet of everything,
a butterfly is a quiet white.
Engine noise is unwanted, flight failing to honour silence
beating in the clouds like a fierce drum.
I could not hear the sound of your voice
and I was listening to a recording
that even engines disrespected
that even silence could not amplify
because she had left on white wings
before I could photograph her
©️®️ Helen Pletts
24.
Poem: “Neither Here Nor There”
Poet: HyeKyung Ahn
From: Seoul Korea
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I went out for a walk again last evening.
The riverside weeds swayed, growing wild as they pleased.
I said my last goodbye to the heron.
Neither here nor there,
the heron flew far
as far as the water had touched.
It scratched the low-hanging storm clouds just slightly.
Through that crack,
the wind rushed in,
tossing my hair without hesitation.
A taro leaf flapped,
and took to the air.
Black raindrops began to scatter.
Neither here nor there,
my utopia lies
beneath the skin
of a cat, crushed miserably
on the roadside.
©️®️ HyeKyung Ahn
25.
Poem: “The Confessor”
Poet: Solape Adetutu Adeyemi
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Father: God bless you, my child
Confessor: Hmmmm
Father: What ails you, my child
Confessor: Father, I have sinned
Father: Speak on, child, you shall be forgiven
Confessor: ( under her breath) I think not
Father: What did you say, my child
Confessor: Father, I do not think there can be any forgiveness for me. I have done the abominable
Father: There is nothing unforgivable. There is nothing new, under the sun
Confessor: So we are told father, so we are told.
(She clears her throat)
Confessor: I will confess. After all, I am here to confess. I know my secret, my shame will die with you.
I have four children father. None belongs to my husband
Father: Your sins are forgiven you, my child
Confessor: That is not all father. One of the children belongs to my husband’ s brother, the remaining
three to my husband’s best friend.
Father: Your sins are forgiven you, my child
Confessor: The problem I have now is, my hubby wants to do a DNA test before we can all relocate to
Canada. If he does that, I am finished!
Father: Your sins are forgiven ,my child
Confessor obviously upset: Father! Didn’t you hear, what I just said?!
Father: Your sins are forgiven, my child
Confessor: Emagbami!( Someone save me!)
Father: Your sins are forgiven, my child
Confessor: Is this priest a recording machine?!
Father: Your sins are forgiven, my child
Confessor: Mo ti wo, one chance!( I have entered one chance!)
Father: Your sins are forgiven my child
Confessor: I came here for advice. How to stop my husband from carrying out the test.
Father: Your sins are forgiven, my child
Confessor: Temi ma bami!( I am in deep trouble!)
Father: Your sins are forgiven, my child
Confessor: Mo Ku ooo! ( I have died oo!)
Father: Your sins are forgiven, my child!
©️®️ Solape Adetutu Adeyemi
26.
Poem: “THE ENCHANTING MOON”
Poet: Parvinder Nagi
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
In the soft stillness of night
Waiting to look upon
your dazzling beauty
beyond the expressions of words
You are the celestial beauty
A magnificent power
The intense creation
Surrounded by innumerable stars
Spreading magical rays
Symbolising love in many forms
Inspiring the lovers
Ruling over their emotions
A mystery full of aspirations
Eroding the darkness
across the skies
Elevating the night zone
Enlightening the universe
A compassionate wooer
Enchanting companion
Loyal forever
Painting the world silver
Ruling over the night
Weak and wan sometimes
You tickle millions of hearts
A lover’s paradise
Radiance so divine
A fantasy in the galaxy
Drifting beyond the skies
Harmonising the desires
A celestial symphony
Walking down the aisle of moonbeams
With hundreds of secrets
Inconvincible mystery
Yet bonding together
Unknown relationships
Forever and ever.
©️®️ Parvinder Nagi
27.
Poem: “Emptying for Grace”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
My cup was not just full
it was overflowing.
I did not know
how to hold it.
I never said no,
to small or large cries
for help.
Always rushing,
always reaching,
never pausing to breathe.
I did not know
when to stop,
how to turn away
from what was not mine to carry.
I was too eager to heal,
too afraid to break hearts.
In the end,
I broke my own.
It took time
to learn to say no,
to love myself,
to be kind to my body,
to empty my cup,
and let His grace flow in.
Love and light.
©️®️ Sangeeta Gupta.
28.
Poem: I love all races, every hue,
Poet – Lê Thi.
From: Vietnam.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I love all races, every hue,
I love the children — life’s buds in bloom.
I hate the bombs that fall and doom,
Shattering peace, darkening freedom’s skies.
I love folk songs, melodies high,
The wildflowers scenting earth and air.
I love each blade of grass laid bare,
Love rain, love sunshine, love those in despair.
I love the children everywhere,
Sharing pain, the burden others bear.
May laughter ring out everywhere,
And joy and happiness fill every home.
Let children sing beneath the dome,
Let wars now cease so peace can roam.
No more worries, fear unknown,
No more hunger, cold, or pain alone.
I love the boat, the water’s flow,
The folk tunes echoing long ago.
I love each path where breezes blow,
Each fruit and flower in season’s show.
I love the temples, the churches ..
I love the laughter in children’s eyes.
I pray with hope that never dies,
For a bright world where young dreams can fly!
©️®️ Lê Thi.
29.
Poem: “I Am A River”
Poet: Ernesto P. Santiago.
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
The breeze is light and I am spending it
in the divine beauty of waiting.
I am a river with grace and gratitude
at being in the land of the living.
And I always have been, or shall I suffer?
I have willed the unformed substance
to the peaks and valleys so they can laugh,
to the stones and rocks so they can glow,
to the journey of light so the womb can rest.
I have entertained countless lives —
the lives of the elderly heading home,
the lives of youth chasing connection,
the lives of dreams taking flight.
I have bathed their souls in honeyed light
with calmness and without complaint.
But today, I had an epiphany —
when the sun sets, there will be nobody.
It is just me, myself, I and the night
like restless time moving forward.
My song lives in the scent of memories,
anchoring those I have known through thirst
or longing to be in my healing presence.
After summer, all I have is this thought
wandering aloud in the autumn of sidewalks,
this sky in the mercy of winter blue, and —
if it is not too much for the inner voice
that is always near and never far —
a blessing for the leap to the sea, and that —
anything else is not too worthy of notice.
©️®️ Ernesto P. Santiago.
30.
Poem: “WOMB TO TOMB”
Poet: GrEaTnEsS .
From: Monrovia, Labria.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
From womb to silent tomb we tread,
a path of light, of pain, of thread.
A breath, a fleeting flame, and none who enter leave the same.
We rise as dust in morning’s gleam,
chasing truth through shifting dream.
The hands of time, both kind and cold,
shape every heart, both young and old.
Dust we are, and dust again we return,
bound not by loss, nor marked by gain.
Each ending whispers soft and low: “You are the river, let it flow.”
No man outlives the quiet grave,
no soul was born to live a slave.
And in the stillness, all is known:
we walk together, not alone.
So move through life with steady grace,
no need to rush, no need to race.
For womb to tomb is but the start,
of something deeper in the heart.
©️®️ GrEaTnEsS
31.
Poem: “HIGHER DIMENSIONAL CONSCIOUSNESS”
Poet: Irena Jovanović,
From: Zaječar, Serbia.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
My very essence collides into endlessness
abruptly being heightened into a new dimensional realm
those portals offer brilliance unlimitedly
and I eagerly jump into the wonderful mildness of joy.
Where is the end and the beginning
of each sentenced thought and non-verbal one
just a blissful oneness unseparated
united souls can match in a huge divine organism
It is a complex and unique understanding
of fractal resonance of all parts of life
as we have never seen it before here at all
nor in dreams, unprepared for a huge difference
in concepts of being and existence on Earth.
Our souls know everything, but we deny
its elaborate ancient eternal presence
in our hearts, offering constantly and permanently
higher dimensional consciousness for us.
©️®️ Irena Jovanović,
32.
Poem: “Where is the Street of Our Childhood?”
Poet: Muammar Al-Sufyani
From: Yemen .
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
From the ramparts of a bygone era, gardens sown with truth…
Who shattered its innocence?
Who forced the rose to withhold its scent?
On the path… Where lies the street of our childhood?
Oh, writer of words… Have we forgotten?
Our intentions consume one another…
Where are the dreams that once bathed in the pitcher of rain?
Where has that day gone?
When it passed…
A curse upon the shade of a tree where I stood,
Which didn’t warn you that beneath the lie lie thorns—beware the peril…
©️®️ Muammar Al-Sufyani
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33.
Poem: “In which name shall I name you”
Poet: Biswanath Kar
From: Cuttack, Odisha,India.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
In a handful of aroma of budded flowers
Who knows where you become invisible
Suddely on the chariot of spring’s desires
As if on the wings of butterfly turning turtle
What is your name n where is your house
I don’t know your name as well as address
I don’t know in which name you will rouse
Aromatic or Floret or Nectar or Essence.
For some intimate conversation with you
I feell spelling her the language of flower
The language of spring’s honeyed dew
The fragrance of unknown sweet showers
I wonder if you a poem or melodious tune
I wonder if you a fairy bathing in honey
In which name shall I name you Full moon
In which name shall I name you Beauty fine
©️®️ Biswanath Kar
34.
Poem: “I love you, do you hear me?”
Poet: John Sidiropoulos
From: Veria, Greece .
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I have Pain Inside Me
and the Cause is you
and my wounded heart
wants to tell you
you are the precious
gold
Oh Beloved Love
that brought lightning
in your path.
©️®️ John Sidiropoulos
35.
Poem: “In the Shadows of Becoming”
Poet: Ruby Meraki Oenomel.
From: Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Beneath the vaulted sky, of unspoken laws, bursar, pundit one?
The sacred silence night speaks, volcanoes, whip fragile grace
An echo faint, too distant to embrace? Lines meet? Concentric
Gauge opposing, other float listeners, treble at, the sound
. Symbols of human need, a mirror, dimmed, with dust, crafts sets
From clay runs windows, reflecting back hollow faces of doubt?
The stars, pistons they burn, cast their fire as truth, and we palate
And weave O heavens sake Well into our own axiom myth
. The constellations tell of distant lands, rounds extrapolate
Yet clouds have walked those realms of starlit stone, coffee or tea?
Are they real, or shadows cast by dreams? Or fire steams?
The cities rise and fall, as if, time would, bid, signals boosting?
. But, does ground, in her supernal wisdom, care or stream?
Each river walking winds, and pages, what of its course?
Does it bend to lands untouched, or seek the ocean’s distant edge?
Shores tied to osmotic waves receding the dance with every step?
. The soul, a multi-versed flame toggles poser in measured height
Heads dance upon the winds of tongues, intellect sweeps time
Fleeting no home within the mind absence jump starts minds new
Echo’s grasp, telescopes hide, salt sugar don’t dissolve
. Words phrase shadows fire cast upon stone, data outnumbered
Trace of light, might and right itself, tight adrift and gone?
And so, the roads we travel blur and twist
As geography becomes a shifting art, seekers in gated rooms tug
. Where borders fall and rise like ocean waves.
What is a place but just a point in space, x-ray trolleys in dungarees
A stillness wrapped in motion, seeking form, khaki rules navy when
While all the while, it moves away from us?
. Philosophy, that ancient, ceaseless quest, knots and crosses roll
Holds truth in riddles only half-unfolded
What is the nature of a thing that is, disrobe, war and toss beats
If “is” itself may never truly “be”?
. For certainty, a mirage on the plains, ships sink, waves so anchor
Dissolves as soon as one, attempts to drink, nuts and ions
Leaving, entrees tap, the thirst unquenched, yet ever deep.
Thus, in the end, what are we but travelers
Upon a path that stretches into night?
. Not lost, nor found—just momentary sparks
Of consciousness, like fireflies caught in dusk, dust
Flickering toward a truth we cannot name, crown
Of shells, scribbles, swans and seals, swirls swoop
Yet chasing, always chasing, nonetheless.
©️®️ Ruby Meraki Oenomel.
36.
Poem: “The Joy of Independence”
Poet: Gopal Sinha
From: Bengaluru (Bharat)
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
The joy of independence,
Is simply boundless,
Its benefits are countless,
Why is it necessary to be free?
Ask the birds singing on the tree,
The rivers flowing through,
Narrow valleys, vast plains,
Removing all the hurdles,
Breaking all the chains,
All the comforts and pelfs,
Being the master of yourself,
Gives you a sense of pride,
With confidence, you stride,
Towards your ultimate goal,
Choice own, responsibility sole,
Independence demands price,
Vigilance, commitment, sacrifice,
Rights and privileges besides,
A sense of duty looks nice.
©️®️ Gopal Sinha,
37.
Poem: “Echoes”
Poet: Dr. Debabrata Maji
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
The first touch is a whisper on the skin,
A silent promise where stories begin.
Laughter shared sunlight through trees,
Woven with secrets has carried on the breeze.
A hand held tight with a shoulder to lean,
Through stormy weather is a steady guiding scene.
Yet shadows lengthen and words may sting,
As doubt creeps in and fragile wings take wing.
But love is resilient in vibrant thread,
Can mend the cracks where broken pieces bled.
Through honest gaze and hearts laid bare,
A deeper bond is beyond compare.
For in the echoes of what’s been,
A future forged with a love that will convene.
A testament to strength and grace,
A lasting love is in time and space.
©️®️ Dr. Debabrata Maji
38.
Poem: “THE MOTHER OF GOD”
Poet: Maja Milojković
From: Serbia
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I want to gaze upon your gentle, smiling face,
as you quietly wrap your child in linen and cotton cloth.
His smile tells you
that a heavenly gift rests in your arms.
And then — a scream.
Your scream, for they are taking your Son to be killed.
I return in thought to the cradle.
You hold Him close to your chest,
singing softly as He drifts into sleep.
The next moment —
your inconsolable heart beneath the cross,
among wicked men
casting lots for the clothes He wore.
Two scenes intertwine:
life and death,
an image bearing the Son of God,
a body made into a temple.
And now… all carries the scent of death.
You loved Him with your whole being,
wished Him only good,
yet evil spun its snares
through the servants of darkness.
Only a tear of joy remains
as you lay Him in a wooden cradle:
“Good night, my son.”
And a tear of sorrow
as you embrace His lifeless body:
“Please, call me to meet You soon.
Without You, this life has no meaning.”
It plays out endlessly,
like a film that never ends:
death, tears, salvation —
telling us: the death of the body is a beginning.
Mother of God,
Suffering One,
there is no greater pain than yours,
but no deeper comfort
than your eternal embrace.
For no suffering
is greater
than yours.
©️®️ Maja Milojković
39.
Poem: “Listening to Rain in Harbin”
Poet: Yongbo Ma.
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Best to listen in the afternoon,
time stretching long as raindrop trails on floor-to-ceiling windows—
each drop merging with others below,
snaking downward before accelerating out of frame.
Best in late summer, before autumn crosses the Black Forest,
before scraping faint straw hues from the brims
of Black Sea exiles’ hats, before golden honey of sun
solidifies in hives, still crackling.
Or alone in darkness, listening to the world
endlessly falling, through silent waiting, toward
a vast invisible hand spread beyond the sky.
Then, the dark outside turns transparent,
while the dark indoors deepens, as if one
sits too long, strength gone to rise.
Memory—last winter’s ashes in the hearth—settles behind.
Rain transforms Harbin into a ruin of statues:
from St. Alexeev Church, from Evergreen Department Store,
from Gogol Street’s clattering wooden trams,
from the Soviet Red Army Monument, from crabapple trees,
from the Jewish cemetery where stone wheat wreaths bow
under heavy branches, from red lanterns in the courtyards
behind Chinese Baroque façades—
rain falls all the way to the vast northern bank of the Songhua,
leaving black tear stains on the veil of the ageless Muse.
©️®️ Yongbo Ma.
40.
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai
Poem: “GRIEF FOR THE LIFE TIME!”
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Walking alone ,I did come across you
It poured and you got lost somewhere
As if a dream had passed away from me
And it’s a bit hard to forget you now
Just in a moment you became my life
Then you gave grief for the life time
On the rainy night my heart was broken
I remember your wet face looking great
You have never gone through memories
I feel like feeling you here this evening
As you and the very weather used to be
My journey of love caught the evil eyes
Tounge is silent though my heart breaks
You look happy and you are not mine.
©️®️ Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai
41.
Poem: “Shining Nature in My Country”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
The country of white cloud is beautiful.
The life is shining in the land of Everest.
The reputation of my art is like Mt. Everest of my country.
The land is the heaven in my worth.
The worth of mine is huge for nation.
The beauty of the cloud laughs to see my glorious art.
The cloud brings many rivers.
The heavy rain has made cloud expensive.
The cloud is thick and productive.
The beauty of cloud is motivated.
The shining glory is on the sky.
My country is independent.
My country is not colonized.
We have varieties in the races, cultures and languages.
My country is the country of diversity.
Cloud is white to bring clean water.
Mountains and huge rivers are there.
Plane area is much.
Snowy Himalayas are there.
Nature in Nepal is rich.
©️®️ Til Kumari Sharma
42.
Poem: “WHERE SILENCE SINGS”
Poet:Sanjit Gupta.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I am a poem.
I am not bound to paper.
I am not caged in ink.
I live in the sky of thought,
Where silence itself
Sings like a hymn.
I am rhythm.
I am the heartbeat of tides.
I am the music of waves.
I am the song of the sea
Folding into itself,
Again and again,
Without end.
I am beauty.
Not the fleeting shine of glass.
Not the fading spark of flame.
I am beauty as endless as dawn,
As infinite as horizon,
As tender as light
Touching the sea.
But shadows gather.
Dark creatures circle.
Doubts with sharp teeth.
Fears with heavy hands.
Despair with a voice
Of stone.
They try to bind me.
They try to break me.
They try to drown my music
In silence.
But I bend.
I do not break.
I burn like an ember
Hidden in ashes.
I flow like a river
Slipping through stone.
I rise like a bird
No cage can hold.
For I am poetry.
I am freedom in rhythm.
I am memory turned into light.
I am longing.
I am love.
I am eternity
Speaking in a human tongue.
And eternity—
Like the sea,
Like the sky—
Cannot be caged.
Cannot be caged.
Cannot be caged.
©️®️ Sanjit Gupta
43.
Poem: “I have the light of a firefly”
Poet: Rana Zaman
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
When I close my eyes, darkness descends
Light remains in my eyes in sleep
While I sleep, my eyes also pierce the darkness
I wander from horizon to horizon in the world of dreams
I drive away the darkness of ghosts with the light of courage
I swallow the pill of darkness with the help of the wine of light
When the light of my eyes is extinguished forever
I do not despair but develop the light of my heart
Like a fully blossomed flower
The shadow of darkness never cares for me
I have learned to control the light of my heart
While I am sighted, I have killed the darkness daily
In those days, to defeat the darkness,
I would rush into the cave of darkness
Releasing handfuls of fireflies one by one
I would enjoy the death agony of darkness.
The ultimate weapon to kill darkness bit by bit
Fireflies are now thousands in my heart.
They burn according to my will, illuminating
all the darkness inside and outside.
©️®️ Rana Zaman
44.
Poem: Portrait of a poet”
Poet: Prabir Kumar Rath
From: Kolkata, India.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I am on the race,
I am on my face back
I am far ahead behind
I am a pure mind
Few crossed me
Few left me
Few dodged me
Few pushed me
I fell down
I was lost and found
I did not mind my loss
I made my gain a toss
I am a fool of first rate
Few love me but the most hat.
©️®️ Prabir Kumar Rath.
45.
Poem: “Breaking”
Poet: Carol Robertson
From: Jamaica.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
In the still of the night I heard her
desperately crying for help
desperately pleading
desperately calling
she screamed that her man had
sent her out
for what she does not know
or what she did to offend him
for he was totally drunk
confused
throwing tantrums here and there
quarreling and saying all kinds of lies,
sounding the neighborhood for they
were now all awake
hurling words for them to keep quiet
he was angry
his words foul with words of resentment
regretting he ever put a ring on her finger
shouted that he was sorry he ever met her
and what was he thinking
she out of total confusion knelt down before him pleading for forgiveness
he totally went out of control and sent her out of the house packing
she broke down and started screaming,
waking up the neighbors who were in total resentment.
©️®️ Carol Robertson.
46.
Poem: “Inner flame”
Poet: Dr. Sweta Kumari.
From Bihar, India.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I rise on wings of inner flame,
Yet descend through veils of illusion.
I breathe between stars and silence,
And observe whispers of cosmic will.
I arrive where destinies intertwined,
And dissolve where hearts are fire.
At times, I am tempered in the forge of ancient mind,
And shattered by shadows cloaked as truth.
I rise at the will of forgotten dreams,
And diminished by the echoes of scorned words,
But I do not bend-I become.
After being tested by storms, I turn to light.
In every wound, a portal.
In every end, a sacred design.
I vanish-
Only to return,
As the answer.
©️®️ Dr. Sweta Kumari
Bio:
Dr. Sweta Kumari is a bilingual poet, independent researcher, film scholar, interviewer, editor, and cultural activist from Bihar, India. She has done B.A., M.A. (Gold-Medalist), and Ph.D. in English from Magadh University, Bodh-Gaya, Bihar. She has also qualified for UGC NET in English. Her scholarly and creative work spans over 24+ peer-reviewed research papers, and 15+ edited poetry and research books. Her poetry, widely published and recited at national and international literary festivals. Dr. Kumari serves on the editorial board of some journals including INNSÆI, MatruAkshar, and the Global Literati Insight. She is the head of the Indian Poetry Study Center, operating under the umbrella of Sabuddhi, Sri Lanka and the Regional Director (Bihar) of the Sarvodaya Literary Foundation. Through her works, she continues to amplify diverse voices and foster dialogue across creative and scholarly communities.
47.
Poem: “PAIN IN SILIENCE”
Poet: Rejoice yeyedulo philip.
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
It hit me So hard!
Hard to comprehend.
Two sweet beings thrust,
swift loosed in silience.
Blurring in retract;
Momentous moments.
Blinking reflections.
Peach smile lighten face.
Twine chuckled laughter.
Worth claps and whisper.
Of a sudden, thou
sigh; “Not’b competent.” Tears. It hit me hard!
Deep, deeply rooted.
Broken, unable
to break, hands drifting.
Reality seem blur,
little dream like whisper.
Waves wavering way
Dim silience, “with grasp.”
©️®️ Rejoice yeyedulo philip.
Bio:
I’m Rejoice Yeyedulo Philip a prolific writer, purpose discovery facilitator/coach, Author, Ghostwriter, poet, and writing coach. I’m a student at Bingham University pursuing a degree in English language and literary studies.
48.
Poem: “I am watching falling of leaves of the tree “
Poet: Mahakdeep Singh
From: punjab.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I am watching the struggle of everyone in their life
Somebody struggle in house and car
Somebody struggle to finding their own work
Not yet the people said that times teach you
I am regularly watching the people watching their watch
Somebody who become free tell the condition of the heart
Today I watching them to dip the pen in the ink
That how a shadow is going on to see
Simple and kind people I am watching to make plannings
The confusion of life is going different
I am watching the pen to go close to shayari
To achieve the success the people don’t feel jealousy i am watching TV regularly controversy create
Today the people asked me what’s important today in my pen
I said that by dipping the words I am watching to making a poem
Today the morning is different of the trap of words
I regularly watching the falling the leaves of the tree
©️®️ Mahakdeep Singh
49.
Poem: “Sleep & I don’t Get Along”
Poet: Abeera Mirza.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
In the dead of night, I’m wide awake
Haunted by the ghosts of love that ache
Your memory lingers, a bittersweet refrain
Echoing the pain of heartbreak’s sharp refrain
Fearless, I once was, but love made me afraid
Afraid of the darkness that it would convey
A blueish hue that shrouds my soul
A clear sign of depression’s heavy toll
Why, dear love, did you damage my mind?
Leave me with heartache’s constant grind?
Your words, a sweet deception, a lie
Repeated twice, with conviction, yet I knew why
My legs, once dancing, now falter and fall
For without you, my rhythm loses its call
Sleepless nights, I’m tormented by my thoughts
Wondering if I’m enough, or just a forgotten fault
In the mirror’s gaze, I search for myself.
But your love, a lingering shadow, someone else.
Wounds on my hands, a testament to my pain.
A desperate cry, a silent scream, in vain.
I’m losing my breath, suffocating in the night.
No solace, no peace, just the echoes of our fight.
I’m breaking, emotionally, physically worn.
A heart, once whole, now shattered, torn.
©️®️ Abeera Mirza
50.
Poem: “SUN AND RAIN”
Poet : Bernardete Cavalcanti.
From : Brazil.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I love the sun so warm with rays of light ,
but the rain attracts me strongly due to drops so bright!
These insistently sheds from the sky!
Making us sad and sometimes we cry.
It washes the streets, the soul, and softens the heat;
awakening the soul to love, making us so fit!
Its absence makes us shy;
The dry ground waits for the rain from a cloudy sky.
A little water makes every soil so green.
Leaves that fall without being able to renew themselves as I have seen
I also wanted to pay homage here;
this gift of Nature bring us joy, it is so clear!
For this, I used my simple poetry,
With all the joy and freedom of vanity ,
When the water falls to supply us daily, it seems that all is done
With this, the sad nostalgia is surely gone!
©️®️ Bernardete Cavalcanti.
51.
Poem: “RAZORUŽANA TMINA”
Poet: Duška Kontić
From: Crna Gora- Montenegro.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Rasipa se radost potoka
U raspomamljene rijeke
Ote se suza iz tužnog oka
Zarežaše pritajene greške.
Bajka se zatečena srušila
Prokrvarila na dlanovima
U beznađu se dvoumila
Zatitrala na mojim grudima.
Neostvarena, sama i kriva
Zaustavila dah osami
Duša prestala da sniva
Pobunjena zaiskrila u tami.
Bol se razliva u ranama
Peku razrajene neštedimice
Obezglavljena, beskrajno sama
Prikuplja sumanute krivice.
Odavno u nemilosti ruža
Korov podriva pritajenu želju
Krilata kletva razoruža
Tamu nevjernu svetitelju.
©️®️ Duška Kontić
52.
Poem: Awaiting Autumn
Poet: Kristy Raines
From: The United States of America.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I watch for the first falling leaf to make it’s way to the ground
I hear the silence of the birds that flew away, embracing the Fall
And tonight my wind chimes played a metal concert in the wind
Summer came and will leave like a forgotten memory
I can’t wait to bid farewell to another blistering, heat-filled day
Soon, gold, red, and brown will fill the trees around me
The sound of crunchy leaves will make me smile as I walk
The smell of pumpkin and spice will fill my kitchen once again
and the welcomed coolness in the air will bring me sound sleep
Autumn is coming, and I welcome the change of the season.
©️®️ Kristy Raines
53.
Poem: “Seek the light of peace”
Poet: SM Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Did not love you to neglect
You drove me this.
Amito did not leave you, leaving you,
Why you did so excuses.
When you go to dance you find Satmani,
I went to the forest myself.
I didn’t know it was in your mind,
I am on the way to solitary nights.
The heart breaks the pain, hope does not arise,
The moon says, night peace in the stars.
I will be lost slowly in your own shadow,
In the cottage of memory, the mind stands and weeps.
Loose the burden of mistakes, find new light,
I walked silently in search of tranquility.
©️®️ S M Sajedur Rahman
54.
Poem: “Cloud Burst at my green heart”
Poet: Abdul Monir Shaikh.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
The sky is cloudy in deep dim
Things are quite silence everywhere
My mind bears black & white past dreams
When things were so soft & culm;
Pleasant time in the playground with joy
Touch my hand to feel the past while
I saw the cloud burst crashes the sky
Thousands lost lives in the river & the hill!
Could we hear the voice people on flood & river erosion
Should we forget hungry faces children in Gaza
The children’s cry on mother’s dead bodies there
Can we ignore violence & brutality on child & women?
Do you see any piece of humanity there
Can you feel no guilty by own
Do you see any reflection of civilization there?
Did you ask why have come in the planet
Don’t ashamed why have been so learnate?
The heart of mankind hv collapsed in the war-field
Blood-weave flown from Atlantic to Bay of Bengle
Dolphin killed by fuel pollution in the ocean
Thousand missile bursts oxygen from the air
White feather of Sea-gull becomes black-shed
Children’s tears submerged on green grass blooded
Leaders flying river-cruisers in the Hollywood Island
Enjoying luxuries with amusing cheers of romance!
Thousands crying hunger to death for war blood-shed
Homeless orphans hopeless in Gaza & Ukraine war
Commit devastations of humanity no tolerance!
Who will answer why so happening in the planet
How to get a piece of peace for safety life
Who will bring brotherhood & love of green illusions?
©️®️ Abdul Monir .
55.
Poem: “Mother, an ultimate resort”
Poet:Tapas Dey .
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Each one of you, women, is an
Affable symbol of fond nature,
A living and miracle token of,
Beauty, truth, patience and sacrifice.
Always I feel your unconditional love,
Going beyond the dynasty.
A steady standing pillar,
Never to be shaken by any tornado.
How can I compare you to anything,
As you , yourself is a comparison to you.
I’m always a child,
When I call you, mother, my sweet mother.
You’re, as if, an ultimate resort,
Always telling me,
A kissing tale in the desert.
©️®️ Tapas Dey
56.
Poem: “Meaninglessness”
Poet: Pema Tshering
From: Bhutan.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
The birth of man is the birth of his death,
Yet, poor he finds meaning in this meaningless world,
His meaning lies in piling of wealth, the fame and the fire of power,
He seeks permanence in impermanence as his solace,
His charm of existence is in ignorance of meaningless as the meaning.
He builds his empires on shifting sands of life
Chasing meaning that is absurd in nature and change;
The illusion of permanence comforts to stand him tall in vague
Grasping and hooking meaning from the meaninglessness
And eponymously satisfying the mundane for an edenic bliss.
What a solace is there in meaning of meaninglessness?
In wealth, fame, power the wind will wear away,
The silence speaks louder than his search,
As the onlooker ‘I’ yawns, indifferent in his path,
He stands alone asking and looking into the meaninglessness
Pema Tshering
©️®️ Pee Teey
Bio: I am Pema Tshering, a secondary school teacher in Bhutan. This brief introduction is provided for your kind information to acquaint you with the aspiring poet.
57.
Poem: “SON OF THE SOIL”
Poet: Ram Prasad Kar
From:Howrah, Kolkata India.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I have paused here, after touching the era of Ekalavya
and passing through the times of Sidhu, Kanhu, and Chand Bhai.
From the tea gardens to the coal mines,
from the factories to the fields-for ages,
I have lit up others’ palaces with the light of my heartbeat,
while my sinews have only grown darker, heavier with toil.
The stick I use to drive cattle, the basket I carry on my back-they have become my only lifelines.
I am buried in thousands of miles of darkness that have piled up over hundreds of years.
But today, for the first time, I see a sky full of light.
I sit here, hungry-exhausted from a thousand years of deprivation,
hoping to receive something unexpected.
And here you are-come, perhaps, to bring an end to my long-neglected suffering.
Even knowing my prayer is endless, you stepped forward, your gaze fixed on this black antelope of the night.
What an extraordinary and radiant light shines in your eyes-only
that light can pierce the historical darkness of my denied existence.
I know-you are not as cruel as Dronacharya.
You will not take away the land I have tilled with my own hands,
the grain I have harvested with my blood.
I believe-you still remember the sacrifice of my martyred friends, Sidhu and Kanhu.
The sorrow-drenched music from my flute still stirs something deep within you.
Not through some incantation, but like the blind who touches and understands,
if you reach out and feel-you will know the anguish of this forsaken son of the soil.
©️®️ Ram Prasad Kar
58.
Poem: “Night fall”
Poet: Auaduma Adookorn
From: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
procession of heavy clouds
dressed in black velvet pace
from the rear of twilight curtain
nostalgic birds sing farewell songs
of freaky notes with nocturnal insects
buoy up the exhausted queues
of peasant farmers that file the path
of sundown with fishers in famished
dugout from the endless sea;
in submission to nature’s signal,
they herald the nascence of night
in obedience i shield my shear, listen
to cripuscule melody of happy birds
and chirping praise of insects
as the radiant smile of fickle sky
wane, fade at the western horizon
sun is hurled behind drapes of dark,
sculptured dour night reign over
moribund day, pale as famine!
©️®️ Auaduma Adookorn
BIO : Auaduma Adookorn is a Nigerian poet, was born 22nd Oct 1963 in Norkwiri Boue of the Niger Delta.
He is married.
59.
POEM: “To You”
Poet: Victor Jarson
From: Kisumu, Kenya.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
I dont care if i’m inferior
I dont care if you are superior
I only care if what i’m saying to you is clear
You have made your superiority something to fear
What I go through can make someone shed a tear
You dont want to see me rise,
my downfall is all you want to hear
Fighting for my worth must not be my life long career
And anytime I fail to fit in, thats the time you pretend to be near
Is there a time for change again this year?
©️®️ Victor Jarson
60.
Poem: “Teacher”
Poet: Anuja.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
Teachers are god
Provide knowledge to all
Power of science
Genius generate of creative brain
They are always accurate
Performances are great
They made us meritorious
Performances are superb
They made base strong
Follow the norms/rituals rules
They are ready to guide
Made the life bright
Easy the hardwork
Achieve the success of global level
Full of honour
Made the future of lighten victorious
Teacher made lifestyle best
teacher help in achieve the success
©️®️ Anuja
61.
Poem: “Address “
Poet: Imran Khan Raj
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 09, September, Tuesday, 2025.
My mind is only focused on her address,
In the estuary of magical love.
A thirsty soul searches for,
She suddenly disappeared for no reason.
I write letters to her address again and again,
Yet she does not return to my shores.
I raise my hand and call out to her every morning,
Wandering around like a shadow on a raft of sorrow.
If you see her, please tell me her address,
Otherwise, I will leave, far away into the unknown!
©️®️ Imran Khan Raj
Bio:
Imran Khan Raj was born on 12th October. Dhaka. Many stories, rhymes, poems written by him have been published in various newspapers and magazines. His published collective poetry books are – 71’s Raktasnat Bangla, Padma, Konkhane Rakhib Pranaam, Shrestha Bickeler Kavita, Bhasha Shahid, Diganter Neelima, Susheel Kavyasambahar, Humanity’s Demand and his published collective story book is – Nagar Phul. The e-books published by Imran Khan Raj are destination unknown, motivation to move forward, illuminated rhymes. More of his books are on the way.
Thanks to our all participant of “the 50th edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven”. We all together Celebrating the 50th Edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. It’s Really an Awesome Lovable collection of poems and a happy Poetic breeze from Bangladesh to the world writers and readers. I am really happy and thankful to all poets and readers around the world.
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Afroza Jesmine.
