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01.
Poem: “WHAT SHALL I BE FOR YOU?”
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER.
From: TรRKฤฐYE
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
If I were a smoking hearth
In a distant country house,
Opening arms to a lonely soul
In their most hopeless hour.
โโIf I were a humble table
โโSincere, free, and true,
โโOffering a long-desired world
โโIn their most loveless hour.
If I were a halay* held,
With a most gentle rhythm,
Joining hands together
In their most yearning hour.
โโIf I were a song sung,
โโEchoing in the hearts,
โโIf I were ice-cold water
โโIn their thirstiest hour.
If I were a meaningful poem
Read within your life,
A road made of words
In your most bewildered hour.
If I were a mountain, a sea,
In the land where you live,
A tree in your summer
In your most shadowless hour.
If I were endless love,
Beating in the heart each moment,
Spreading joy and happiness
In your darkest hour.
*halay: a traditional Anatolian folk dance.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธMustafa Naci รZER.
02.
Poem: “Words of a wise man”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
The wise say,
A thief does not listen to religious stories,
therefore, he remains a thief.
If only they had obeyed the words of the agriculturist.
They would not have suffered in silence for the lack of rice and clothes.
The wise say;
If you live with honesty,
you will live with heaven.
If people would listen to these
words of virtuous people;
Life would be full of happiness
They weren’t crazy.
As the wise say;
A person will not get anything;
except three and a half cubits of space,
If people understand these things,
they will not be disappointed.
The wise say;
The devil lives in a lazy head,
If one can understand this,
one will never be lazy,
If one is busy with work,
one will never suffer from any disease.
The wise say;
All children will go to school;
They will not work hard,
Education is a waste of money
These are the words of a madman,
The wise say;
If all our mothers were educated,
There is no doubt;
that the education of that nation is assured.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Afroza Jesmine.
03.
Poem: “OCTOBER ACROSS OCEANS”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
October light softens over Hanoi
the street is filled with scent of young rice
mother stirs a pan of special COM
her hands remembering the rhythm of seasons
across the oceans in Bangladesh
another mother waits patiently for her only child
peace drifts between us like autumn leaves
a bridge of memory, of meals and longing
I am far, yet near in the swirl of steam and spice
in the whisper of RUOI calling through the market
October holds us in traditional ritual
in love that spreads across time, distance, and hope
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
04.
Poem: “Freedom is dead.”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
Kind face are not the good
We have lost our humanity
In a world full
Of mobile screen
Do not laugh
Do not talk
Do not breathe
We are looking at your pocket
To understand
If you are good to us
Do not laugh
Do not think
Do not speak
Freedom is dead
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Eva Petropoulou Lianou
05.
Poem: “๐๐๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐”
Poet: Mehrangiz Talaiezadeh
From: Iran ๐ฎ๐ท
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
The last autumn sunsets under the pomegranate trees
The pomegranate trees;
Full of red ruby seeds
Full of jewelry beads;
The jewelry beads
Embedded in shields;
The shields
Full of sweet and bitter weeps;
The sweet and bitter weeps
Flows through human lives;
The human lives
Full of shades and glitter lits;
The glitter lits
On a flory plain in pretty reds;
The pretty reds
Over the chaise;
The chaise with tea ware parties,
The parties, full of intimacies
The intimacies with raw almonds, tricolor is
In the last autumn sunsets
Under the pomegranate trees
The spirit of honesty breeze
In the peace pure jungles.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mehrangiz Talaiezadeh
Bio:
Artist and Poet Mehrangiz Talaiezadeh, Citizen of Iran, Owner of English teaching and general linguistics degree in MA., Teacher, a Renown international Multi_Awarded Iranian hyperrealist painter artist, bilingual poet, art jury, art Ambassador, Holder of an international diploma in drawing and painting from the international technical and vocational organization/International Multi_Awarded in poetry.
So far, Her artworks have been exhibited in many competitive and non-competitive national and international virtual and visual exhibitions, both nationally and internationally, and have been published in national and international newspapers, magazines, and art books.
Some great international poets and writers have written poems and art criticism about some of Her artworks. Also, Mehrangiz’s poems have been published by International Newspapers and Magazines and Anthologies. Some of the world’s leading poets and writers have provided precious literary criticism for Mehrangiz Talaiezadeh’s poems. Mehrangiz’s poems have been translated into 10 living languages โโof the world so far. Mehrangiz sometimes writes poetry for her paintings.
06.
Poem: “THE DIALECTIC OF REFLECTION AND EXISTENCE”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
From: LEBANON ,BRAZIL
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
I stand before the mirror
as if facing a river flowing out of nothingness.
My face emerges from the silent glass
and returns to me as a strangerโฆ as if I do not know it.
The mirror does not lie,
yet it never tells the whole truth.
It grants me half of myself
and hides the half that dwells within.
I stretch my hand toward it,
and the hand becomes a question in the void.
Who touches whom?
The one outsideโฆ or the one within?
In my eyes lies the reflection of my eyes,
facing each other like night and night.
The closer I come to the light,
the heavier the shadow grows inside me.
The mirror is a stage without an audience,
where I am the only actor,
the only witness,
and the slain who rises after every scene.
The face of childhood passes swiftly,
like a forgotten phantom in the glass.
The face of old age waves from afar,
a rendezvous from which there is no escape.
How many images has the mirror kept of me?
How many versions of myself are scattered in its silence?
And each version whispers to the other:
No one resembles himโฆ and no one resembles us.
When I close my eyes before it,
I hear the echo of my steps resounding in the unknown.
As if the mirror does not only reflect the body,
but also leaks the secrets of the soul into other mirrors.
I ask it: Who am I?
It answers with rigid eyes.
I ask it: Where am I?
A thousand broken images shatter across my face.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ TAGHRID BOU MERHI
07.
Poem: “I AM SATIATED”
Poet: Kujtim Hajdari.
From: Albania
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
I am satiated with the air of silence,
Where words remain suspended – lifeless corpses,
Thoughts wander like chaotic clouds,
In an endless, dark sky,
With mystical stains and marks.
* I am satiated with old memories,
That, like frightened echoes in terrifying nights,
Return with the faint voices of the past,
And still, call to me like hopeless orphans,
Like cursed spirits in a spell.
* I am satiated with lost moments,
That time is drowned in murky waters,
And I, weary, exhausted,
Dissolve on its frightening shores,
Waiting for a new wave,
To erase the epitaph of pain,
On the gravestone of joy.
* I am satiated yet still remain in search,
For a light to ignite the cold night of my mind,
For a feeling – to warm my icy heart,
And for a hope to lead me somewhere,
Even if it’s down a dead-end road of the future,
I just want to feel that I am moving and pushing forward.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Kujtim Hajdari
08.
Poem: “YOUR EVER-FLOWING SONG”
Poet: Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi
From: Yemen.
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
From your own throat has come
The ever-flowing twitter, strong
The dulcet tones that flame
Esteemed, a soft sweet song
The incense-breathing morn
The groves that smile with breeze
All at once, newly born
Sang your song to appease
The golden wings of sun
To earth sent musicโs wave
Till sunsetโs strings were done
And night its silence gave
How Natureโs laws combine
To shape one song, the whole!
O charm, O voice divine,
You rise as mountain tall
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi
09.
Poem: “THE FALL”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
The summer is going
And the fall comes soon,
We all are waiting
With a clear moon.
Chainging the season
Has a very big reason…
The year has it’ s rules
We have to modernise our tools.
As long we are praying
For freedom, independence and equality,
Let’ s be prepearing
For real humanity!
There must be the right solution,
Not anymore invasion and exploation!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
10.
Poem: “The First Time”
Poet: Bishwajeet Gupta.
From: Nepal ๐ณ๐ต
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
When my pupils witnessed you for the first time,
It was like mixture of honey, bittergourd and lime,
My heart was so quick too fast as well as in haste.
To welcome you in my life as a permanent guest.
At very moment, I even forgot myself too,
I was really in dilemma what I should do.
Your voice sounded so sweet in my ear.
For sure, pleasure is coming my dear.
I have forgotten some of those bad past.
But, remember our good doing of last.
Now, you’ve become fresh memory of mine.
And, you’ve been the reason why I am fine.
It is my destiny that I think so.
We’ll be together wherever we go.
Nothing can block us at anytime.
I to be yours and you to be mine.
And that road is also a choice of our mind.
I’m not sure about how identical they find.
It will help us reach the final destination.
Showing us way to be free from tension.
The sunlight reaches to Earth though it’s far,
We’re for each other like a universe and a star.
In our leisure, several places, we should visit.
Atleast, to share sorrow and joy, we must meet.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Bishwajeet Gupta [Bishal]
11.
Poem: “Where Truth Breaks”
Poet: Kuma Raj Subedi
From: Australia
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
Dreams alone are seeds unsown;
they wither like a willow-
bend over to every gust of doubt
without a hardy hand that tends.
Realising
– Iโm holding the reigns of dream
charioteering you-
before a betrayal of truth can shatter it!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Kuma Raj Subedi
12.
Poem: โThe Noise I Woreโ
Poet: Sipra Debnath.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
I dressed in echoes not my own,
Wore voices like a borrowed tone.
They told me who to be and how,
And I became a silent vow.
The mirror showed a strangerโs face,
Composed of dreams I canโt replace.
And in the hush of sleepless skies,
I saw my truth in someoneโs lies.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Sipra Debnath.
13.
Poem: “Bleeding for Awakening”
Poet: Alex Dieppe.
From: Hanoi, Vietnam.
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
When it gets tough, the trouts keep swimming
When it gets hurt, the patient keeps smiling
When it gets burnt, the gold keeps shining
When it gets cut, the diamond keeps sparkling
The mother simply sighs: my menstruation arriving
The Contract of Awakening
Somewhere in the wine
The osmanthus intertwines
Somewhere in the light
The rainbow shines
Somewhere in the enlightened mind
The compassion rides.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Alex Dieppe.
14.
Poem: ” flood”
Poet: Mahakdeep Singh.
From: Punjab
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
From the corner of the power corner to Corner game is going played
How did I say one part of the nation is going well
Flying vessels are surely moving of the government
How much help reached on a ground tells newspaper
Flood surely site on the ground
With the cleaness it’s tell who is own and aline
Floods which came are intrigue or natural coincidence
Service, patience and Corporation are showing their power
One side Ravi Satluj and Beas showing their power
Another side youth of the Panjab by the Langar saving the Panjabis
23 days are heavy 23 districts
This flood take many people and kill in his grip
From the corner of the power corner to Corner game is going played
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mahakdeep Singh.
15.
Poem: “๐ป๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
”
Poet: Bishnu Charan Prusty
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
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Bio: Bishnu Prusty hails from Odisha, India. He holds a master’s degree in History from Utkal University, Odisha. By profession, he was a member of Indian Administrative Service and has served the State in different capacities. His passions include poetry and interpretation of ancient Indian literature.
16.
Poem: :Think a Little”
Poet: Mahadeb Chatterjee.
From: INDIA.
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
Co-peration stretches our minds Which is the valuable gain,
Avarice gives a lot of suffering The heart is filled with pain.
Kindness enriches our minds The great person’s mind so,
Love is like the sunlight It touches everywhere also.
Bounty brings liberality It makes a beautiful mind,
Try to donate some parts of your income Cowardice should be killed.
To donate is a great virtue None becomes poor by donation,
Like the waves of the sea It comes back again and again.
Donation to whom will you? It is a matter of thought ,
Have to donate the needy persons,
Try to bring from the darkness to light.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mahadeb Chatterjee.
17.
Poem: “I distribute flowers instead of selling them”
Poet: Rana Zaman
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 23 September, Tuesday, 2025.
I pick flowers from the endless flowers
in my garden every day
The flowers that look like Weaving birds,
teach weaving in hostile environments
The fragrance that the flowers emit instills
the absolute peace of heaven in the nervous system.
I do not leave the buds empty, but coat
the seeds of tender thoughts with the glue of my tongue
Many miscreants are lurking outside
the garden, trying to snatch a flower.
I beat them up in Bruce Lee style and
went back to my own land effortlessly.
When a swarm of bumblebeesโ flies in,
I open the door of the whole bag.
They only take the honey
without harming the aroma
I give flowers instead of selling
among people with pure hearts
Even today, because of not getting such people,
all flowers have dried up and I keep it with worry.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Rana Zaman
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