54 Poems! The 30th Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.

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01.
Poem: “The Raven’s Shadow,”
Poet: Ruby Kaila Malhotra .
From:Canada .
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

A Ballad of Love’s Enigma Wind whipped wild o’er Blackwood Moor, mournful, chilling sigh,
As Elara, fair and pale of face, beneath sagas of twilight sky,

Did wait, her heart a captive bird, within a cage of dread,
For Rhys, her love, shadowed knight, who’d vanished from her bed.
Three moons waned, three stars fallen, since last she felt his hand,
A whisper in the midnight air, a message from the land Of whispers of secrets deep,
where shadows danced and played,
A labyrinth of twisting paths, where truth was hard to wade.
Their love, a bloom of summer’s grace, amidst the thorny vines,
Had blossomed bold, a fearless heart, defying fate’s designs.
He was a scholar, versed in lore, in ancient tongues and rhyme,
She, a weaver of moonlit dreams, transcending space and time.
Their meeting, by a willow’s weep, beside the haunted stream,
A chance encounter, fate’s decree, a love beyond all dream.
But whispers followed, shadowed steps, unseen eyes ever near,
A jealous rival’s vengeful plot, fueled by a bitter tear.
Lord Aerion, proud and dark of soul, with eyes like chips of ice,
Had sought Elara’s hand in vain, his love a cruel device.
He’d witnessed Rhys and Elara’s kiss, beneath the silver moon,
And swore a vengeance bitter, deep, to seal their doom too soon.
He’d woven spells of darkest night, and conjured phantom fears,
To shroud their love in mystery, and drown it in his tears Or rather,
in the tears he shed, for a love he couldn’t claim,
A twisted, grasping, poisoned heart, consumed by jealous flame.
The night Rhys disappeared, a storm did rage with furious might,
The raven’s cry, a mournful call, cut through the endless night.
A single glove, a crimson stain, lay scattered on the ground,
A broken amulet of jade, where Rhys had once been found.
Elara searched, both day and night, through forests dark and deep,
Across treacherous moorland paths, where secrets softly sleep.
She questioned villagers and lords, and sought the wise old crone,
Whose cryptic words, like riddles spun, left Elara all alone.
The crone, with eyes that held the stars, and wisdom old and grey,
Spoke of a hidden passage, lost, where shadows held their sway.
“Beneath ancient standing stones,” she whispered, low and slow,
“Lies a passage to the spirit world, where secrets softly grow.
Seek the serpent’s emerald eye, that guards the hidden door,
And there, perhaps, you’ll find truth, and Rhys shall be no more…
“But was it death, or something else, that held her love in thrall?
The crone’s ambiguous words hung heavy, casting a fearful pall.
Copyright @ Ruby Kaila Malhotra .

02.
Poem: “Hope”
Poet : Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

My love is always smiling,
My hope is always dancing,
I am the one,
It is fine !
I want to touch your mind.

My pen is restless,
It wears a word dress.
I’m searching those;
From the world who;
They love poetry and prose.

My pen has more feelings,
It doesn’t know business dealing.
Always love people,
Either you are boys and girls,
Either you are a Couple.

My dream want to touch the sky,
My mind always want to fly,
My hands want to shake your hands,
All the people from the world ,
Want to always be friends.

My pen and net searching together,
Where are my friends whose are writer,
I love all their from my heart;
Now and then,
Thanks all dear poet to stay with;
Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.

03.
Poem: “The Scarlet Light Universe”
Poet Ms. Im Sol Nae.
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

The persimmon tree lights up scarlet lanterns on its branches.
Its black veins show quite an age.
From the earth, rooted deep, its energy spent time and again,
it rests every other year—this tree.
The slender twigs bearing scarlet fruits snap easily,
yet they are unmistakably maternal—tender and strong.
When thunder roars and rain pour down in torrents,
the deeply soaked bark turns dusky brown—
the very skin of heaven’s people.
Each time memory meanders in twisted paths,
the hues of childhood flutter like feathers in a storybook.
Red—but not the red of passion,
yellow-tinged—but not with youth.
A universe within the universe.
Scarlet, arriving at the heart’s core
Ah, how bright it is.
Copyright @ Ms. Im Sol Nae
Bio: Poet Ms. Im Sol Nae received the Newcomer Award from the monthly literary magazine Jayu Munhak in 1999. Her poetry collections include The QR Code of a Leaf, Amazon, That Transit Station, The Cry of an Awakened Amazon, Hong Nyeo, and many others. She has also received numerous literary honors, including the Yeongnang Poetry Award, the Korean Literary Critics Association Award, the Korean Lyric Poetry Award, selection as a Sejong Excellent Book, the Poet’s Poet Award, and the Buddhist Literary Writers’ Award. She is a Vice President of the Korean Association of World Literature.

04.
Poem: “A Drop That Will Change the Future”
Poet: Kang Byeong-Cheol.
From: Korea.
Long ago, at Vilnius University in Lithuania,
I read a phrase that struck a chord in my heart:
“One idea to change the future”

As I walked down the street,
Or sipped my coffee,
This phrase would come to mind,
Like a beautiful line from a poem.
A Turkish poet’s one idea,
Of an Earth Civilization Initiative,
Believing that we can change the future.

For a true heart can move the world,
Just as dandelion seeds blown by the wind,
Can take root and spread across the globe

May the poet’s idea
Spread far and wide across the world,
And through the collective efforts of many drops,
May they come together to form an ocean,
Changing the future as we know it.
Copyright @ Kang Byeong-Cheol.

05.
Poem: “RETURN TO HUE”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Western Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Return to Hue on a clear blue afternoon
Peaceful atmosphere filled the streets
The horizon embroidered with longing for you
Flickering stars, familiar but a bit distant
Please don’t ask how I love Hue
And miss you how much my dear
Hue without you it is still active
Flowers blooming when my eyes sting
Those are the souls adorable
Come to cheer me in Trinh cafe
Musical notes filled the reunion
Saying goodbye, how could I forget
Saying goodbye, this secret admiration
My long sigh, its difficult to depart
Turning into the song for homeland
Into the cloud lifting a delicate lotus
Return to Hue but not yet see Hue
Back to country town but not yet see around
Look at the sky to see the promising moonlight
Please my dear I will be back very shortly
Copyright @ Vo Thi Nhu Mai.

06.
Poem: “Woven Art of Life”
Poet: Vicente A. Valdez Jr.
From: Lupao, Nueva Ecija.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Life are segment of occasions significantly momentous
An odyssey of existence, the growth to being adventurous
From the spectacle of living, life has begun
A world of crusade, the trek under the sun.

In the springtime of life, we seek guidance and learning
Dreams are woven with so much understanding
Until adeptness in knowledge, we build bridges
Added highway of resiliency, can explore narrow and sharp ridges.

The epoch-making, whether historic or apocalyptic,
We must pursue the universe of idealism to be optimistic,
Even if the mean world is not cooperating,
But still, we own a strength for tomorrow’s new beginning.

Our life is a woven work of universal human arts,
A mosaic of positivity patches connecting from our hearts,
When this life indulgence is created with perfection,
The tapestry is a finished product of success and self-direction
. Copyright @ Vicente A. Valdez Jr.

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07.
Poem: “Endless Beauty of Bangladesh”
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Oporup Bangladesh, the beauty knows no bound,
Fields of golden paddy stretch far without a sound.

River’s gentle whisper, boats that glide and hum,
Evening hues on Meghna, softly as they come.

Fisher’s net in water sparkles in the light,
Stars above in silence bless the moonlit night.

Misty dawns in village, dew upon the grass,
Children laugh and wander through the fields they pass.

Palms and date trees waving, breeze so warm and free,
Homesteads wrapped in green, a lovely melody.
Cattle on the pasture, farmer’s smiling face,
Bengal’s ancient rhythms time cannot erase.

Cuckoo’s call at morning, fragrance of the rain,
Monsoon’s dance on rooftops, sweet and wild refrain.

Winding roads through forests, hills that kiss the skies,
Where the tribal songs in haunting echoes rise.

Sea at Cox’s Bazar, waves that softly roll,
Touches every heart, whispers to the soul.

Sundarbans so mighty, where the tigers tread,
Mangrove roots like poems nature herself has said.

Temples, mosques, and churches stand in peaceful grace,
Unity in colors, faith in every face.

Weaver’s hand on loom sings tales of thread and dye,
Rickshaw art like rainbows under open sky.

This land’s heart is golden, forged by love and pain,
Bangladesh, a jewel, where true dreams remain.
Copyright @ S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)

08.
Poem: “A kiss”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

As the days go by
Moments
Hours

For me time has stopped
In your kiss

I remember the time before
Or the after
But in between
My soul touch your soul
My time become your time

I lived in the present
In future
In past
Thank
I lived in the darkness
I see the light through your eyes…

As days go by
Wishes seems important
Dreams seems possible

My heart I keep in a small wooden box
Until I meet you again
Copyright @ Eva Petropoulou Lianou.

09.
Poem: “Finger”
Poet: Asif Altaf.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Sometimes, just one finger is enough
to fall in love. There’s no need to be mesmerized by any other beauty.
Some fingers, as if sifting through all the beauty of heaven,
are crafted by God –
His finest work.
Seeing your finger, I understood this for the first time.
Whenever I see your finger,
the thirst to see you more no longer remains.
Your finger is like a uniquely beautiful river of loveliness.
Every time I see it, I fall in love anew.
Every time I see it, I lose myself.
Copyright @ Asif Altaf.

10.
Poem: “A JOURNEY WITHOUT A HARBOR”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

I carry within me cities I have never visited, faces without names or traces,
Conversations that never took shape, as if I were the echo of wind and rain.

Figures pass through the path of my life, like a shadow slipping into my dreams,
I search for them with longing eyes, but nothing remains except the void.

I stand at the edge between myself and time, watching it overflow with emptiness,
It escapes me like mirage water and whispers: “You will never catch up, let it flow.”

I return to the roads I once crossed, only to find them unchanged, still the same,
As if my journey has no end, as if I wander in circles of illusions and doubt.

I write about those who passed in silence, about shadows in passing windows,
About the illusion in crowded streets, about a vanished dream that never returns.

And I wonder: is there a light that moves toward us, or do distances embrace the dark?
Will every road inevitably take us to the tale’s end, where they say: “It is over”?

Yet still, I move forward, for nothing halts my steps, nothing ends the story within me,
I still leave my hand on the door, longing for a final touch to bid the road farewell.
Copyright @ TAGHRID BOU MERHI – LEBANON – BRAZIL

11.
Poem: “FORGIVENESS and LOVE”
Poet: Lisa Marie Christian.
From: United States.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

They say, it works out for the greater good,
I don’t deserve it, I don’t think it should.
You see, I have done bad things, I’ve really messed up,
So many people’s lives, they were not mine to disrupt.
Whether the people were good or whether they were bad,
It wasn’t my call on who I should make mad.
I don’t deserve forgiveness, I don’t deserve love,
but somehow it’s given from God up above.
How? How can forgiveness and love be mine?
I was forgiven and loved when I messed up last time.
I went back out and messed up again,
but still I’m loved and easily forgiven.
The last time I messed up, I heard His voice,
He said if I used again I was gon die, it’s my choice.
That’s the day I called for help, my daughter came,
she drove me to the detox center. This wasn’t a game.
I called the treatment center to see if I could get in,
Because this is the day my new life’s gonna begin.
Treatment wasn’t easy, I had to work hard,
I had to tear down some walls and let down my guard.
Vulnerable and weak, I sat there and cried,
I was so thankful to God because I could have died.
I got a call while I was there saying my girlfriend was ill,
She wasn’t going to make it, she loved me still.
I had to make a choice to stay or to go,
I wanted to say goodbye, I loved her, I loved her so.
If I were to leave I would lose my spot,
I can’t go, this may be the last chance I got.
The decision to stay was not easy at all,
I didn’t want to fail at this, I didn’t wanna fall.
I chose to stay and focus on getting well,
Satan, this is one soul, you’re not bringing to hell.
I asked for God to help me this one last time,
He is the only reason I’m able to write this rythm.
I finished my treatment in about 4 months,
Yes, there are still struggles and quite a few bumps.
I have set some goals and set up a plan,
I promise to do my best, the best that I can.
You will see what God has been doing all in good time
His plan turned out waaaay better than mine.
This life is different, I don’t have to lie or put on a show,
I have my family back and I’m not letting them go
God has proven Himself again and again,
His love for me is endless and I’ve been forgiven
I would go on but it’s too much to text
but you will see for yourself what happens next.
Copyright @ Lisa Christian

12.
Poem: “TRUTH”
Poet: Eftichia kapardeli
From:GREECE.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Water deeply to
roots effortlessly in
equanimity with earth united

the graces of truth
Similar is with the
love and heart’s desire

But in the cosmic game
the absurdity of the times
sowing thickens
worn small
erroneous lives
in a temporary
drunkenness chimera
For power, for spoils

The truth liberated
from Circle of illusion
spreads soul streets
Beauty sharp chisel
@ Eftichia kapardeli

13.
Poem: “Don’t worry!”
Poet: Durga Dhakal .
From:Taplejung District Eastern part of Nepal Resident UK
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Things can go wrong. That happens sometimes
And you might fail several exams
They hate you. They fade you. They may degrade you.
They pull you out when you are in the line
They backbite and put you down
They may not trust your integrity
They doubt and question your honesty

If that happens in your life
Just know that a better time is near you
Hard times will hide away and never trouble you
So don’t worry about what they say
Smile and throw pain away
And keep your passion alive
Don’t give up
Good things are near you
Copyright @ Durga Dhakal.
Bio: Poet “Durga Dhakal” Born and raised in remote part of Nepal, living in the UK. My writing is inspired by my upbringing where I found solace in words amids the struggles of my community. I write poetry in both English and Nepali, exploring themes like spirituality, humanity, and social justice. When I am not writing, I enjoy helping out in the community.

14.
Poem: “trying times”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island, Canada .
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

trying times
normally in times of trouble
it moves along things get better
before you know it’s gone
you build anew you start afresh
your feelings mend you give it rest
these days troubles seems to stay around instead of change
they dig in hard more things happen to make the load seem to even get harder
people don’t seem to soften repair instead I think the world is tarnished teaching it’s time
to separate put walls up everywhere
go back to the hard times we had escaped instead of brother helping brother ugly
thoughts and words are true please tell me it’s just for now we will return
to love and peace soon (mkap )
Copyright @ Mary Garde.

15.
Poem: “Roses and guns玫瑰與槍枝”
Poet:Chen Hisu–chen陳秀珍
From: Taiwan
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

There’s a war in everyone’s heart
There is a rose in everyone’s heart

I take the ongoing war
To write a heartbreaking poem

Everyone who reads it thinks I’m writing about
The war in their hearts

Guns destroy roses
But roses cannot kill guns

Actually, what I want to write about is roses
Not war
（Translated by Te-chang Mike Lo）
Copyright @ Chen Hisu–chen陳秀珍

16.
Poem: “STILL HUMANITY CAN WINS WARS”
Poet: Maid Čorbić.
From: Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

One thing is not clear to me
Why still has to fight
And there is no peace in the living world
Because justice is obviously in the roars of other people
And it irritates me that the war is lasting
I just want peace in Ukraine
Because we are not waging wars anywhere
And such things must be pointed out
My heart aches when I see innocent people
How they flee from their simplicity
From the state, so young people are at war
I am afraid that unrest will come to my country as well
Although we are not connected with them
That despair gives me some discomfort
Accordingly, I have always been for peace
And I have no doubt that this is the beginning of something new
I’m just asking everyone to have the same plow
May peace be eternal in all of us
And I will try to impress everyone in Ukraine
Because we have to put an end to wars at last
Time does not know for my young years
Sometimes they often say to be a humanitarian
It just means to say the word without cover
But it is similar that I am a volunteer of the Red Cross
I am aware of how much influence I have on the world
I’m going there soon, and I’m getting paid
Just so I don’t have to be like others
Because peace needs to be finally stretched
I watch people being wounded and cry
I cry like never before in my life
Because they are suffocated by the life of human beings
The light, however, lurks at the end of the tunnel
Because there are still people like me
Who want to treat others without monetary compensation
And it gives me hope that all of us are humanitarians
We share some stories that are important to all people
And I will continue to do what I know best

Help everyone, because that is the charm of truth
I love when one day people will find me
Greet the streets and alleys of various
And I am honoured to serve the justice of the truth
And evil should be eternally criticized and escaped!
Copyright @ Maid Čorbić.

17.
Poem: “Love After Death”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

The chaos of love in the universe is painful.
Nothing remains as sense of love in this deserted land.
The losing love is non-sense after death.
The missing soul is no more there in the earth.
The shining pearl of true love is dried in the materialistic love.
Love is curse of someone to me.
He blessed to people of opposite side.
So I want no spread of love even after death.
Love is as desert without plantation of seeds.
So the love is nothing capable to have endurance.
Love is dead earlier.
After death, nothing remains as seed.
The love is in ash of life.
The cute harmony of true love is lost.
Copyright @ Til Kumari Sharma

18.
Poem: “MY BLUE GODDESS”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

You happened to me like the mysterious blue
of the Mediterranean Sea.
I see different shades and tones
of the unconventional blue
in the way our relationship
is going from one level to another,
breaking all barriers and boundaries.
When you speak to me, baring your heart inside out,
your voice resonates within me like ultramarine blue.
Your laughter is so much of Prussian blue,
your wit and humour are so, so cerulean.
Your passion for poetry is all indigo,
your integrity and truth
carry shades of lapis lazuli,
your commitment is all of aquamarine.
My blue goddess,
you are as elusive as the colour blue.
From a distance, you seem deep blue,
but one day, someday,
when you come close—so very close—
that I can hold you in my gaze,
when I can feel your breath in my breath,
I will paint my canvas
with all the hues of your blue.
One day, someday,
when you come to me, my blue goddess,
I will create my masterpiece.
Copyright @ Sangeeta Gupta

19.
Poem: “MIRROR’S GAZE”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano.
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

In silvered glass, a stranger’s eyes
Meet mine, a fleeting surprise
Reflections of a life untold
Echoes of memories, young and old

The mirror’s gaze, a mystic’s spell
Reveals the depths of what I feel
A world within, a world without
A dance of shadows, a fragile truth

I search for answers in its sight
A glimpse of what’s real, what’s just a light
A mask of confidence, a veil of fear
A reflection of what lies, what appears

In the mirror’s depths, a story’s spun
Of dreams and doubts, of what’s been done
A narrative of self, a tale of time
A reflection of what’s left behind

The mirror’s gaze, a window’s view
A glimpse of what’s real, what’s true
A reflection of the soul’s dark night
A search for answers, a guiding light
Copyright @ Dominique Erecilla Albano.

20.
Poem: “Yesterday’s Walker”
Poet:HyeKyung Ahn.

From: Seoul Korea
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Yesterday’s steps were simple and light.
It was all because of the scent of acacia.
The white blossoms screamed all evening long.
There was a white secret that endlessly pulled me in, face to face.
Fingers reached past the window—long and strong.
When I buried my face in the palm, it was all black stains.
I didn’t even greet the left hand I could no longer use.
I gathered up yesterday’s steps and offered a list.
Since I was walking barefoot, I decided to ignore a few scars.
For the record, yesterday’s smile was not mine
Copyright @ HyeKyung Ahn.

21.
Poem: “POEM OF THE MASTER”
Poet: Badamasi Ismail Chikaji
From : Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

A jewery in the mix of diamonds
Shining sparklingly aroundthe moon
Penetrating lights to all,as pure as lily
An adonis with future and Allah in mind.

A Voracious reader equipped with fashion
Learning become his desires and motion
Master in the use of language,motivation
Person whose selince is a lost for wisdom.

I have seen you there as a great conqueror
Whose troops intent are clearly rationals
whom our hearts cease to listen
While his solitude is my reflection.

Singing the song of praise I wish,I could
To sing in cluster with trees and stone
Dancing in light with moons and stars
Eulogizing great and boss of mine.

I welcome this body with pure Heart
For all the planets are gay to the mentor
Happy birthday,I wish; to the icon
Long life and prosperity.
Copyright @ Badamasi Ismail Chikaji

22.
Poem: “My home Down bellow”
Poet: Thomas Eifion Rogers.
From: Bannau Brechiniog, Wales.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

I wonder if there’s a place far away,
Where heroes meet at the end of the day,
The moments are short, but swift they do flow,
With my love below.

As I return through the bustling crowd,
With my heart pulled tight like a rope, unbowed,
The place is so sacred, a spark that will glow,
Blowing me toward the world below.

With a land of beauty, castles, and cheer,
Food and drink for the heart so dear,
This place is both holy and blessed, I know,
And I yearn to return soon down below.

Annwfn’s a place so close to my heart,
One day, I know, we’ll no longer part,
The day you left broke my soul with its blow,
But I know where you wait, by the door down below.
Copyright @ Thomas Eifion Rogers.

Bio: Thomas Eifion Rogers, originally from Brynaman, is a Welsh author, poet, and former football coach whose work bridges sport, mythology, and cultural education. A graduate of the University of Wales Trinity Saint David (UWTSD) with a degree in Sports Management (2007), Eifion has carved a unique path that combines his love of Welsh heritage with creative entrepreneurship.

23.
Name : “An ‘Ode’ to Mother”
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath
From: India near Kolkata
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Father’s wife is not my
Mother.
Mother is my mother, who is a
Creator.
Father’s wife may be his
Beloved
To my Mother, I am her heart’s
Secret.
I am a soul, a hope, a laugh
But.
To my father, I was born as he thought, it was
A bluff.
I grew, become A Man, wrote
Poems,
I grew, I travelled countries, got
Fame.
I read, I learnt, I worked a good
Deal,
I got tired, wife doctor hired, mother
Healed.
I, wrote thesis on my Father to Be
PHd
I, too wrote upon Mother to Be
WORThy.
I, got result, I was successful,and get
Plucked.
My mother is with me Shines,my
Good luck.
I pluck flowers to, but worship
God.
Lord Jesus woke me up in reality told Mother is your Lord.
Father is fighter, fought great
Battle.
Dear O child, mother always gives happiness and build Castle.
Copyright @ Prabir Kumar Rath

24.
Poem: “BEAMS OF LIGHT”
Poet: Antonis Filippeos.
From:
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Come again and discover the inception
I left in the depths of time,
to feel like a fighter again
for all the happiness that I deserve
to have with you,
my real dream,
my sweet illusion.
I gain life when she enrages
and slips from your wet lips
that play with words.
I protest my hand to stop them.
Maybe silence is better
than thirst for tender words
that I desperately need.
I listen to the pauses for hours
pauses that touch the silenced chords,
the heartbeats that I want to share with you,
the quakes of soul
that unlocked forlorn feelings
to touch you.
Copyright @ Antonis Filippeos.

25.
Poem: “On Humility”
Poet: Edna Salona-Labrador
From: Philippines.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

ON HUMILITY
Humble yourself before others
And you’ll be called great
Be proud and haughty
And you’ll be called senseless
God favors the people who are lowly and modest
God scorns them
When lowly mind they do not have.

Humility is a virtue
Which each of us must possess
None is greater than it
Neither abundant riches
People who are not humble
Are proud and conceited
In heaven or in paradise on earth
They won’t find a place.

Copyright @ by Edna Salona-Labrador

26.
Poem: “Journey of joy and try!”
Poet: Tajalla Qureshi.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Wandering like wonders
Fluttering like freezing flutters
All elevates the emblem of utters
Like a Long bridge often highly mutter
Yet! Cross and pass the rising bubbles
Journey sometimes jumble and mumble
Feel a fleet with unbelievable heat
Sometimes, rhythm and rhyme in every meet
Tremendously treats the tricky tricks
That strengthens the spirit with a flick
Oh! Frozen fits, Yellow hits, and embers click
Stream like flow and wheel like vale
Sometimes, a heavy stone with achy tale
And then the sunlight at the darker dale
Whispering the whispers in a victorious mail
Magnificence magnifies the magnetic yale
Journey of knowing the unknowing seeds
And let the self-esteem airs the fume of feeds
Believing the divinity of radical reads
Joy and try both are winks of human redeem
Yet, real roars, art to adore the door of dream
The entire relates with entire and defeat the fears
Grace glitters and furiously flitters to be clear.
Copyright @Tajalla Qureshi

27.
Poem: “Nests of Birds”
Poet: Ms. Yang Geum-Hee.
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Birds do not build their homes
for themselves,
but for their young ones
They build nests in bushes or tree holes
and share warmth with each other

With that strength,
they become the wind,
they become the clouds,
to open their way to the sky

Knowing their destiny is to fly high,
birds do not build nests to stay.
Copyright @Ms. Yang Geum-Hee.

28.
Poem: “A Serenade to the Moon”
Poet: Park Chul Un.
From: Korea.
A swelling heart
turns into longing,
A waning heart
fades into solitude.

Even in the pain of a dimming light,
even in the thrill of a rising glow,
with a tender expression
resembling your gentle smile.
The moon that follows every night.

Though on cloudy days or in busy hours
there were nights I missed you,
you always rise
softly, even in my dreams.
In the midst of a dull and weary life,
even in darkness,
you shine quietly
with vitality and hope.

You are already a blessing.
You are longing itself, reborn each day.
Copyright @ Park Chul Un.
Bio:Poet Park Chul Un is also an essayist and lawyer. He holds an Honorary Doctorate of Law (1991) from Dickinson University in Pennsylvania,USA, and is a graduate of Seoul National University School of Law. He has served as Chairman of the Korean Peninsula Welfare and Unification Foundation, Minister of Political Affairs, Minister of Sports and Youth, a three-term member of the National Assembly, Presidential Policy Advisor, and Chief Prosecutor. He has received numerous honors, including the Yun Dong-ju Literature Prize, and has published ten poetry collections, including Embracing the Wind.

29.
Poem: “What goes around”
Poet: Subash Singh Parajuli.
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

As I plunge in blues
The moon is stinking
The orbital is lining
An echo of cease fire blows my ears
The speed of turmoil is more hallucinating
Beneath the surface of earth
Hazy days are shrugging
Tariff free wires are coiled and docked
Somewhere more crowd croon to opt legacy
Like a seagull striving to prey in the ocean
Leftist has emblemed free trading is illegal business
The temptation of caged one in Crimea yet awaiting to see open nexus
The gravity pull down and wrap in the aftermath
Like a mother hailed her defeated son in war
She offers a space-time, in my misery & scars.
Composed for me a symphony
that’s scripted in the starship.
My axis of hope, this exigent are
spiralling me back toward you:
the prodigal hobbles take me at home in the dark
Where I upheld head in the warmth of motherland
Flagging hands from the distance,
Feet stands on the body of the beloved
feigning reverence, delving in remittance
Keeping an oath to minister not to swayed in oligarchy
I encountered with absurdity of living
Even in the horizon of purgatory.
Copyright @ Subash Singh Parajuli.
Bio: Subash Singh Parajuli is a poet and lecturer and Ambassador of literary forum from Nepal. He has written four poetry anthologies in English language. He received multiple awards and recognitions from around the world as Inspirational poet and Iconic poet.

30.
Poem: “GOD’S MERCIES AND GRACE”
Poet: Mazi Chiemela Chinenye Onyenkwere PhD.
From: Abuja, Nigeria
Primelore published Date : 22 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

I can tell you a story of two islands,
That of a big and little Diomedes;
The big, a symbol of tomorrow,
And the little, that of yesterday;
One in Russia, the other in the US,
Full as far as almost a full day apart,
Yet about three miles near;
From today to yesterday,
And vice versa, could be,
Just a few miles apart;
Or a full day apart,
Your perspective calling the shots;

Just like nature’s unique
Two-in-one-treat;
Cashew nuts don’t grow inside
A shell like most nuts do,
Instead, a single cashew hangs
From the cashew apple,
And the applies edible too;
You could target the apple
To pluck the fruit and still get the nut,
And vice versa, for the nut target;
We access forgiveness because time is fluid
And His grace is sufficient for us here.
Copyright @ Mazi Chiemela Chinenye Onyenkwere PhD.

31.
Poet: SHEKAR T B
From: Karnataka, India.
Poem: “Mother”
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Mother
You’re the spiritual creater
The Gift of motherhood
Talarence of all pain and difficulties
The name explain how you are
Fountain of vitality
Impregnable defensive fortress
The deity of the balance of the world
The world is empty without you.
Who smiles at the laughter of a her child
She will respond to the pain of the world.
Forgetting her own existence,
She becomes a part of everyone.
She who has made her mark on every atom of the world
She become green from sky and river.
Copyright @ Thathanahally B SHEKARA

Bio: SHEKARA T B. Thathanahally Basavaraju Shekara .born on 04.02.1981 Hassan District.Karnataka state ,India. Graduation get in Mysore University. Post graduation in Kannada litareture KSOU Mysore. Many Radio programs given in AIR Hassan in graduation level So many poems published in many books .and some poems published in local and international news papers. equality among humans. Freedom to expression. Peace and Fraternity in world is to priority.writing poems and stories in Kannada and English.” Ghobi Manchuria ” Published in the The tribun magazines ,Primelore published some poems. want give voice to depressed classes of our society different cultures, different religion. Different languages in the world, beyond that difference entire mankind of the world is one no difference. It strange believe, can provoked to write Present working Rural development and Panchayath Raj department in Karnataka state government.

32.
Poem: The Vegetative Nature of Longing
Poet: Ms. Kim Sun Young
From: Korea
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Even when erased,
Even when erased again,
It reappears like a crescent moon,
Grows beyond a half-moon,
Becomes a full moon.

Like a face
Drifting as a full moon,
People hang
The space of longing
In their hearts.

Love,
Even when one tries to forget,
Has a terrifying vegetative nature—
It reveals itself, it grows.
That is why tonight is a full moon.
Copyright @ Ms. Kim Sun Young
Bio:
Poet Kim Sun-Young was born on May 17, 1938, in Kaesong, Gyeonggi Province. She graduated from Sudo Women’s Teachers College and later served as a teacher at Sudo Girls’ Middle School and as a professor at Sejong University. In 1962, she made her literary debut in Hyundae Munhak(Modern Literature) after her poems Bluebird, Echo, and Graffiti of the Seasons were recommended for publication. She was also an active member of the literary coterie Cheongmi (靑眉). Since the publication of her first poetry collection, Saga (思歌), in 1969, she has published 15 poetry collections, including The Shoe Store of Emptiness (1972), Wildflower Ritual (1976), Atmosphere of Fantasy (1976), Words Written at Night (1982), God Who Lives in the Lilac Tree (1983), Song of Longing (1987), and To Shatter (2008). She has received numerous literary awards, including the Contemporary Poetry Award and the Korean Literature Award. She has also served as an advisory board member of the Korean Poets Association and the Korean Women Writers’ Association, as well as a member of the International PEN Korea Center.

33.
Poem: Magic of Folk Music
Poet: Dr. Debabrata Maji.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

The peace feel from melody music
Blossom in mind the creative logic
The mind calms suddenly as mazic
Pleasant your music is so artistic.

The mind flies in the paramount sky
Desire as wishes near heaven fly
Inspired your magical song sweety
Inner mind forced to write poetry.

The spiritual power of music so excel
Being a music composer so beautiful
The stories are the thought of musical
Dedicated life for folk music to install.
Copyright @ Dr. Debabrata Maji.

34.
Poem: “THE APPLE”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

I’ m not ready that aple to bite…

My paradise is on me inside!
Many can’ t understand about roots of my tree,
But in many continents I can fly free.
So as an eagle above the seas and mountains,
My symbolic word:
Is only to finde the best solutions
Allover with equality and freedom on the world.
Copyright @ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri

35.
Poem: “Existentialism”
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

I stand here
I am already here
The time is afternoon
The meadow is still the same
The little flowers will no longer have names
The guns are still firing
Beer drizzles on the glass
I can’t lose the bet
I have a house
It is new
I stand here
This is real enough
The one who owns the ore
Crying out in dream
I am going to find that non-existent person
to talk business
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo.

36.
Poem: “HOSPITAL” Poet: Shyam Poemist Matherjee
Pristine source code –
undeciphered,
Forceful and apace
advancement — indeed,
But misguided, so misrouted
unluckily.
Retreating and beginning once again ?
Oh! It’s too late, too risky –
Now the mission is being
impossible,
Ah! Gathering of sick people for salvation,
The showroom of life and death – owners,
Is always crowded by the descendants, and –
Tensely awaiting all the day and night.
The view – worldwide is being observed,
By crows, vultures, and seagulls –
Flying above the bluish sky – infinite.
Withal joking and laughing cruelly –
Witnessing the traumatic scene of,
The sorrow land of mankind –
Constantly and curiously.
Copyright @ Shyam Poemist Matherjee

37.
Poem: “NATURE’S ENCHANTMENT”
Poet: Abeera Mirza
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

I stand wear waves chime to the sand,
I stand amazed as suns graffiti the sky,
I stand comfy to the stars that glide,
I stand entranced and let worries fly.
The ocean’s rhythm, a calming caress,
The golden rays that dance on the crest of water,
The light of dusk, a gentle, ephemeral caress,
The night reveals the heavens that contains my wonder.
With every wave holds a tale,
With every sunset dreams begin to sprout,
With every star a promise registers,
With every breath I discover my heart’s home.
In nature’s embrace, I am lost and found,
In nature’s embrace, I want to be bound.
Copyright @Abeera Mirza

38.
Poem: “Mother”
Poet: Abdulbasset ALsamadi Abu Omaima
From: Yemen.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Mother Source of tenderness
Seven years ago I carved in
The rock to fill the void in your Absence Mother the world
Has become hard and all the
Cards do not fill my nostalgia
Your traces on my body
Reminds me constantly so I Slept at night and the tears
Did not stop flowing Mother I Know the secret of your smile
For me on every journey
Because it
Was the last goodbye
Copyright @ Abdulbasset Abdulsalam Qassem ALsamadi.

39.
Poem: “The joy and suffering of children”
Poet: Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek .
From: Luton UK .
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Baby’s face
Radiant with morning
Rays of sunshine
Warm light wind
Brushes her hair
On his head
His face
Radiant with joy
Child
That doesn’t know
Still full
The evil that surrounds him
He knows no hatred
Not envious
He doesn’t know
What is a lie
Simply
Enjoys life
He is pure in heart
A clear conscience
That’s why he can’t see
Differences among peers
Irrelevant to him
There is skin color
Confession
Are there any shortcomings
A child sees a child
Simply
They want to have fun together
While encouraging
A growing group of
The more the better
More fun
Better fun
This is how it goes
Every day
A small child
In free countries
Unfortunately, not everywhere
Yes, it is
There are children
That don’t understand
Why destroyed
There are their houses
What is war
Why do they go hungry
Why do their parents die
Even they themselves
They don’t have homes
Playgrounds
These are rubble heaps
Toys are bricks
From these ruins
Running
It’s an escape
Against bullets
They have nowhere to hide
They are lost
Poranion
Terrified of the whole situation
That surrounds them
They don’t know
Will they live to see tomorrow?
In the danger zone
There are also countries
Where is misery and poverty
No war
Where the children
Learn
In the open air
Without access
To any
Teaching aid
There is not enough food
Medicines and medical care
They do not have
What to play with
And although they try to
Enjoy life
It’s their situation
She is not cheerful
These children
The situation is tragic
Let’s not be indifferent
Do they
They don’t deserve to be happy
Calm full of love
Everyday life
Let us
In all of us
Living in free countries
Empathy will awaken
The desire to help will awaken
Humanity will awaken
Children are our future
Our immortality
Copyright @ Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek .

40.
Poem:”Paschal Mystery”
Poet: Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń
From: Poland
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

In the light of the heart
illuminated by the glow
of the living temple

, descends through
the fog of eyelids
spontaneously bowed
in the pupils of the image
the raised gaze

, reborn in the tears
of consciousness
squeezes tremblingly
from under the discreet veil
of words
a plastic depth
, falling into the breaths
of sublime heredity
expressed in the calling
swellings
of the soul’s cry
.Copyright @ Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń

41.
Poem: “Let’s go to Palestine”
Poet: Md. Sohail Dukhai.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Palestine is the heart of the religious life of Muslims
How many pious people have meditated here?
Al-Aqsa was the place where the Prophet (PBUH) prayed,
leaving aside the Qiblah behind the Kaaba.
There are still signs of the Prophet there,
and it has become a guide for Muslims.
Let’s go to Palestine to oust Israel
and sacrifice our lives to save the Palestinians.
Copyright @ Md. Sohail Dukhai.

42.
Poem: “The Gods of Olympus (A Manifesto for Culture)”
Poet: Corina Junghiatu
From: Romania.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

The gods no longer dwell on Olympus.
They left it for a provincial train station,
where Hermes smokes silences between two trains of broken thoughts,
and Zeus, dethroned, counts likes with trembling fingers.

Athena uploads her ideas in news bubbles,
Poseidon sails encrypted oceans of data,
while Hephaestus smolders in 3D factories,
melting reality into reheated plastic.

Aphrodite? She’s now a beauty influencer,
with divine filters and silicone lips.
And Hades… a CEO of a global bank,
where souls are traded on the stock market.

Orpheus hasn’t died.
He sings in subway stations
where shadows pass with earbuds in,
deaf to the lyre, deaf to mourning.

In an underground poetry club,
Prometheus burns his fire into short verses,
haikus that no longer ignite anything.

On the steps of a ruined theater,
Socrates dances with Plato
in a dream written by Euripides,
while Dionysus, drunk on reality,
pours wine into amphorae empty of meaning.

The world has forgotten how to believe.
Myths have evaporated,
and reading tastes like wet rust.
Through the universities of literature,
it rains paper birds,
I catch them in my transparent palms
and kiss their blood of ink.

We, the children of an almost-apocalyptic era,
do we still need gods?
Taught only to scroll,
we drown in this digital flood!
Do we still need culture,
when meaning has become a luxury?
Do we still need poetry,
or just a deep, uninterrupted sleep?
Copyright @ Corina Junghiatu

43.
Poem: “TOO SOFT AND LOVING”
Poet: Irena Jovanovic
From: Serbia.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Who would resist
who could resist
too soft and loving
You are, Lord
too beautiful and divine
too amazing and awesome
too sweet and delightful
too blissful and pure
too attractively inviting
too tasty and spicy
too enjoyable and submissive
too surrendering and pleasing
so too irresistible cute
too lovably pretty
too gorgeously opulent
too superbly opalescent
O, supreme Lord!
Too soft and loving!
Copyright @ Irena Jovanovic.

44.
Poem: And I have left you like grey”
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

And I have left you like grey.
The storm clouds bolting horse-faced
with the moon, to lie turquoise, quiet
in the linen folds of your dress.

Longing to mirror you, compass-bright
in my palm. Shape your echo
between thumb and forefinger
and pull you down to me again
Copyright @ Helen Pletts

45.
Poem: “Eyes Speak”
Poet: Gopal Sinha.
From: Hongkong.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Eyes are impressive
And very much expressive,
Silently and subtly,
They convey the messages,
Through some signs, gestures,
Dropping of eyelids,
Widening of apertures,
Pierceing eyes or a side glance,
Each has a meaning,
Sufficient hint in advance,
What the heart wants to say,
And the lips fails to find,
Suitable words to convey,
Eyes use a language,
That has no sound, alphabet,
Internal feelings are expressed yet,
Silently, but explicitly.
Copyright @ Gopal Sinha.

46.
Poem: “BEDBUG”
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite.
From Osun state, Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

I am the bedbug
Small, persistent, and nearly invisible.
Yet I have dined with governors,
Slept soundly on presidential mattresses,
And whispered sweet itches into the dreams
Of both the ruled and the rulers.

They say I am a pest,
But truly, I am a mirror.
A humble creature thriving
In the warmth of your denial,
In the folds of national amnesia.

You spray your insecticides;
Policy memos, emergency summits,
Public outrage carefully scheduled
Between two football matches.
But like your problems,
I return,
Resilient.

In this country,
Bedbugs do not die;
They decamp.
They rebrand with new logos,
Switch ethnic slogans,
And crawl back in, Boldly.

Nigeria,
Land of the ironic.
Where the thief is honoured with chieftaincy titles,
And the truth-teller must write apology letters.
Where a man can build a mansion
On the ashes of unpaid salaries,
And call it divine favor.

I am not your enemy,
I am your consequence.
Born from your silence,
Your selective outrage,
Your prayers without action,
And actions without principle.

You change beds,
But keep the same infestation.
You blame the mattress,
Yet refuse to question
The hands that made it.


So I crawl,
Not just through the fabric of your furniture,
But through your politics, your pulpits,
Your petrol stations and polling units.

I am the bedbug
You detest me,
Yet you breed me.

And until you fumigate your conscience,
I will continue to feast
Quietly,
Night after night,
While you sleep in your decorated dysfunction
And call it peace.
Copyright @ Emmanuel Adegbite.

47.
POEM: “SHADOW”
POET: FLOCERPIDA S. VILLARUEL
FROM: PHILIPPINES.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Let not our shadow be what we portray,
It follows us but does nothing each day,
Wherever we go, it’s always by our side
Yet it has no will, no strength, nor pride.

Unlike us humans, strong and full of desires
Can lift heavy loads and stand for right
We’re gifted with mind as high as the sky
A work of wonder, a precious prize.
Let’s not live our lives like shadows that cling,
Just trailing behind, can do nothing
We’re blessed with power, with thought we have too
So let our lives count in everything we do.

This gift of life must lead us to create,
To build, to record, to shape our own fate
With heart and with mind, we’ll strive ever true
Until real success comes into view.

We are but a mist that soon fades away,
Our life in this world won’t forever stay,
So before we pary and breathe our last air
Let’s leave a story, a mark that is rare.
Copyright @ FLOCERPIDA S. VILLARUEL

48.
Poem: “CARMINA NON DANT DAMEN”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

The story of a coin is of no interest to anyone
two sides never so bold to see each other face to face
on one side imprinted the effigy of a queen,
austere, draped in silks and thirsty of drapery,
on the other the image of a minstrel, clad in a mantle of earth,
surrounded by the golden sadness of war songs.

The enchantment of love turns into coin
two hands, arranged one with care and other artisanship,
shake hands, and two faces, two metic eyes
protrude from the copper reliefs,
keeping alive, embraced, suspended in the void,
the one observing the amenity of a realm
where rivers run free, flowers smile,
clothed in forests and fruit forever,
the other gazing into hell.

My art is powerless
to cast spells so influential
to keep two faces timelessly suspended in the void,
mixing in forge the two worlds
into a single world where minstrel
and austere queen harmonise thoroughly.

Minstrel, continue to sing
your useless song with a broken heart,
waiting for fragments of tears
to flow again
in the blood of a halved love.
Copyright @ Ivan Pozzoni.

49.
Poem: “The Fabric Of Reality”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar.
From: Pakistan .
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Come with me to a place between dusk and dawn,
where unseen verses stretch and weave into the air.
Dreams take flight—delicate yet strong,
whispering their longing into the silence.

Let us embrace this fleeting moment,
where a thought lingers, seeking a voice,
where the weaver moves on—calm yet restless,
searching for a dream that waits to be found.

From dusk to dawn, the journey continues,
seeking the whisper that will take form,
until at last, it breathes in the fabric of reality.
Copyright @ Saeeda Akhtar.

50.
Poem: “Blue Moon”
Poet: Hassane Yarti.
From: Morocco / Spain.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

With eyes darkened in deep blue,
I saw her standing needlessly by the sea
All that made her so was all dark and anew
And all that she was then engulfed all that was me

Blue moon, suddenly
You appeared in these dreams
Blue moon, don’t you need me
As I stand in this darkness alone
Without a love of my own.

A dark blue hue
and I knew it was you
Staring back at me
Straight beyond the far sea.

I heard you whisper
Softly I could barely hear
Sweetly my heart was left warm
Slowly I wanted nothing else
You said the words tender and calm
A dark blue hue
You said you needed me too.
Copyright @ Hassane Yarti.
Bio:
HASSANE YARTI- Morocco / Spain Is a Moroccan writer, poet, editor, translator and graphic designer based in Barcelona, Spain. He holds an honorary doctorate in linguistics and translation, is an honorary advisor to the Women’s Chair Association under the auspices of the United Nations, and is a global ambassador for the United Nations affiliated World Union of Arts and Literature (UN-IFAL). Renowned for his significant contributions to literature and culture. He holds memberships in prestigious organizations such as the Union of Arab Writers and the Arab Elite Union for Poetry and Literature, reflecting his influential presence in the literary community. The impact of Yarti ‘s writing extends globally with his works translated into several languages including English, French, Italian, Spanish, German, Portuguese, Korean, Chinese, Albanian, Hindi, Bengali, Hebrew, Greek, Uzbek and Turkish.

51.
Poem: “Conquer your fears”
Poet: Soma Mukherjee.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

We all have phobias and fears,
Fear to say aloud,
Fear to not to get included,
Fear of rejected,
Fear to get subjugated,
Fear of getting cheated.
Fear of failure,
Fear of death,
Fear of unsaid,
Fear of fire,
Fear of inner desires,
Fear of darkness
Fear of loneliness,
Fear of unloved,
Fear of being loved,
Fear of abandoned,
Fear of abuse,
Fear of obtuse,
Fear of being unsafe,
Fear of being raped.

List is endless,
When we will live without fears?
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee.

52.
Poem: “Wish I Knew”
Poet: LJ Bechtel, The Unexpected Poet.
From: Melbourne, FL USA.
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

I wish I knew what you were looking for,
When you wandered past my fragile door.
Your shadow lingered, your gaze unsure,
Yet your silence spoke of something pure.

Had I known the depths you’d seek,
The hidden truths, the hearts you’d break,
I might have shielded what you’d find,
The shattered pieces you left behind.

You searched for gold in barren ground,
For whispers where no voice was found.
And still, I stayed, a silent plea,
Hoping you’d find your way to me.

But what you sought, I could not give,
A love that burns, a life to live.
You turned away, your treasure none,
And I was left, undone, undone.

If only I knew what you longed to see,
The light you chased, the dream you’d be.
Perhaps I’d have learned to let you go,
Before the ache had time to grow.

Now here I stand, with an empty chest,
A heart that gave, a soul suppressed.
I wish I knew, I might have tried,
But now I know—I’ll never suffice.
Copyright @ LJ Bechtel, The Unexpected Poet.

53.
Poem: “Mind with Music”
Poet: Amb.Priyanka Neogi.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Always keep in mind music,
Which music love it .
Mind with any music,
every time you realise it’s fantastic.
New journeys are always created by you,
New location new light always be with you.
If you carry good vibes of music tunes,
You are on an amazing feeling.
You are enjoying your every war,
Your feelings will be true,
When you are around in the music.
You’re feeling awesome all the time,
Cause you have in the music mind.
Your mind in the rape music mind,
Every impossible is possible behind.
Copyright @ Amb.Priyanka Neogi.

54.
Poem: “Sweet Memories”
Poet: Souad Zakrani.
From : Morocco
Primelore Published Date: 22, April,Tuesday,2025.

Your faded photograph hangs
on my wall.
Tears flow as I remember,
our simple joys in late October.

I lift my face to the darkening sky,
and taste each raindrop as it falls;
I raise my hands to the firelight

Warmth;
Each flame contains an image:
Do you remember the flowers?
The sun peeping white through
clouds of white.
The stars in the evening,
shining bright.

The water lapping against the sand,
The wonder and beauty of the land?

No further Palette is needed
To find the beauty therein.

Withdrawn into myself
I love the sight my eyes behold;
These things I’ll cherish when I’m old,

All caught up in emotions,
Ecstatic, elated in devotion,
Some memories are like a breeze,
Like the words of a lingering song.
Your smiling face, your easy grace,
Your sad voice still recalls
Past visions of delight.

I face the day with renewed hope.
Just like the petals of a Petunia
Or the thorns of a rose
Blessed with so many emotions
We can forever own

. We count the many Moons
that rise and fall
In the bleak nights,
Trust that the distant
Sun will return.
Copyright @ Souad Zakrani.

Thanks to all our writers and readers for staying with the 30th edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven from all over the world. We got more new Poems. 54 Poems are published from all over the world. Some short Bio of some new poets are submitted here.