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01.
Poem: ” Paradise “
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
Let’s make the world a paradise.
We will never bow our head to injustice.
This is our poetic world,
We always love it.
If one person makes a mistake,
it hurts everyone’s heart.
Only when there is love in the heart,
Humanity awakens.
Even a small child can set;
Fire to a house and burn it down.
But the child doesn’t know that.
Don’t do anything wrong,
Whatever you want.
In this small life,
Friends, work only for the happiness of the world.
We are the best of human creation;
We are not wild.
We will not insult world humanity.
For our own interest.
We will love the world the most;
We will make this world blessed.
All children, young and old
Helpless, sad, sick,
Physically and mentally disabled.
We are all brothers and sisters in this world.
Friend, I raise my hand you raise your hand;
Where there is injustice stand up to it.
Erase today’s pain and sorrow with love.
We, the people of one world know the earth as our mother.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Afroza Jesmine.
02.
Poem: “IN MY HEART”
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER.
From: TรRKฤฐYE
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
Fountains flowed in my heart
Sweeter than sherbet, sweeter than honey
White as milk, pure as water,
They never even tasted
โโHold a hand! Feel the coolness
โโThe love and the friendship
Flowers bloomed in my heart
As roses, violets, tulips
As lotuses, lilies-of-the-valley, hyacinths
They never even smelled
โโTake a handful, feel the softness
โโFill your lungs, let it caress youโ
โโPeace, happiness
Winds blew in my heart
As beautiful as spring breezes
Birds flew together, lambs danced
Colorful butterflies fluttered in its spring
They never even lookedโฆ
โโOpen the window, look!
โโHave you seen this beauty
โโHave you tasted anything like these?
Peace, freedom,
Like the fountains, the flowers, the winds of my heart
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mustafa Naci รZER
03.
Poem: Freedom.
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
Freedom,
A word
Who has all the meaning of…
This is happiness
This is harmony
This is respect
But what we do
Humans are killing humans
Humans are manipulating humans
Freedom ,
A game between two birds without wings
Freedom,
A hope inside two hungry stomachs …
Freedom,
Elefteria
A sun waiting to rise…..
In our days
In our century
We are in need of second educational system
Re write new words
Or learn the meaning of the old one
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ EVA Petropoulou Lianou
04.
Poem: At the Literature Museum.
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From:Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
Stepping onto streets Iโve only dreamed
lantern light spills like dancing verses
and each doorway plays a note
of centuries kept in ink
The air is filled with literature
brushstrokes of poets
weaving seasons into syllables
plum blossoms, autumn moons
snow on temple roofs
I walk among them now
in this house of words
each page has a heartbeat
and the books tell stories gently
against glass and cedar
My own footsteps feel like commas
inside a larger poem
as if Japan itself
has paused to welcome me
I read literature and enter it
to become one small line
in the finest story
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
05.
Poet: Fadwa Attia.
Poem: “My Life Long LOVER (Romantic poem)”
From:Egypt
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
I have waited for you so much, my beloved,
and I have hope that your love will be like
the sea whose waves do not calm down.
Your love has become the focus of my life.
Do you feel me or not?
Your distance has increased a lot,
and my days have become lost to me and
I have become no longer the one who loved you.
Come back, beloved of my life,
to my warm heart with your love.
Come back.
You will find me waiting for you,
wandering in love during your days,
and getting lost with you in the moments of my life,
my lifelong lover.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Fadwa Attia.
06.
Poem: “Meat”
Poet: Binod Dawadi.
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
You are tasty and delicious,
You are sweet,
You help to build body,
God also likes meat,
But there is also,
Bad feelings,
Killing is not good,
If someone kills like that,
Then we will cry,
Some doesn’t likes meat,
Meat is great,
There is meat in every festival,
Meat costs money,
Meat is good,
We should love animals,
We should like or not like meat.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Binod Dawadi
Bio:
Binod Dawadi, a polymath from Kathmandu, Nepal, is a beacon of creativity, intellect, and activism. Armed with a master’s degree in English, Dawadi wields the power of words to enact societal change. His journey as a writer, teacher, artist, photographer, model, and singer is a testament to his boundless passion and talent.
07.
Poem: “THERE’S A PLACE…”
Poet: Maria Tosti
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
There’s a place far from the world
where Time doesn’t lord it,
where all remains childlike
and the soul feeds on dreams.
There you can hear silence speaking
about the things that nobody told you,
you can see the morning of the days
that you haven’t lived yet
and feel the emotions of what
you werenโt able to feel.
You can go there every time you want
even when you lose your way,
it doesnโt take long to be there,
close your eyes and let it happen.
There’s a place in the heart of everyone
where the best things dwell,
where all remains childlike
where cans and canโts
smile at each other.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Maria Tosti 2007
Bio: Maria Tosti is an Italian author from Perugia. Her literary debut was with a multilingual poetry book in 2014. She likes various forms of poetry but she’s particularly interested in short poems, in Japanese style, and also likes creating visual poems thanks to her passion for Photography and Drawing. Many of her literary and artistic works have appeared in various national and international literary journals, magazines, blogs, websites and anthologies around the world. The author also collaborated with several articles and essays for a small local Italian monthly newspaper in her community from 2099 to 2018 and 2022 to 2023.
10.
Poem: “HOW THIS ANXIETY INCREASED IN ME!”
Poet: Lulzim Hajdari.
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
I remained surprised on that shore,
The water flowed like crystal,
It wets my chest, I stayed without words,
How did this anxiety increase in me?
God had granted a dream
That took my eyes from the radiance,
My heart leaped from my chest,
I approached too much by bewilderment, (Not courage)!
God, what have you brought before my eyes?
What is this pearl, this miracle?
To make me burst in suffering and loneliness,
You now owe me her love.
When she noticed me, I stood before her,
She charmingly covered her wet chest
Like a rose just blossoming,
Her eyes burst flames that had just ignited.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Lulzim Hajdari.
09.
Poem: “Song of Gratitude”
Poet:Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
Come on.
Join in wherever
you are out there.
To celebrate nature
its beauty,
and life outdoors.
Wherever you are,
be there,
without worrying.
With peace in the heart,
or the height of anguish,
take up space.
The warm wind
revolves in the sky
and sings.
Accompany it
along the way
making new friends.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Barbara Anna Gaiardoni.
10.
Poem: “Broken Mirror”
Poet: Rajeev Vashista.
From: Delhi, India
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
So many faces looking from the broken mirrorโ
None appears like me.
Though their eyes are fixed on me,
Perhaps they all belong to me.
Yet they are so different,
Defying all the rules I follow.
They are on the other side of the mirror.
Why do they imitate me?
What could be the reason?
I am not fearful, yet they scare me.
I feel threatened, uncomfortable.
They have my face, my smirkโ
But they are not me.
The mirror once existed, whole.
The person on the other side behaved like me.
Though I always wonderedโwas it me?
So many times I felt he was changing,
And how come I didnโt feel any change within me?
Now that it is broken,
I can clearly see:
Several versions of me, beholding meโeach distinct.
As if carrying just a part of me.
The rest is built of something
I never hadโor did I?
Still I wonder
How I held it inside me
Alwaysโand remained unafraid.
A broken mirror
Brought all to life.
I wonderโhow many more hide within?
The broken mirror is adamant and fearful.
It cannot be broken further.
Yet someone withinโcurious and stubbornโ
Wants every other part of me.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Rajeev Vashista
Bio:
Rajeev Vashista, also known by his pen name James Kult, is a bilingual poet, psychological mentor, and visionary communicator based in Delhi, India. With a background in engineering and management, and credentials in hypnotherapy, CBT, and Six Sigma, he blends precision with emotional nuance. His poetry explores longing, transformation, and existential themesโoften weaving Hindi and English into reflective, soul-stirring verse. Rajeev curates inclusive poetry gatherings and designs evocative digital content that uplifts and inspires. His work is rooted in the belief that suffering can be reframed through hope, gentle action, and poetic truth.
11.
Poem: “Things I Would Give Up for Lent.”
Poet: Patrick Connors.
Fro: Sheppard Avenue East ,Toronto.
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
With a Shoutout to Psalm 84:10
For Lent, I promise to give up writing political poems, shots
of Jรคgermeister while paying my bill, bitterness towards my
day job, getting upset when I take public transit, obsessing
over sports, or, most likely, not very much at all.
One of the biggest fears I have is of politics and religion
being confused with one another, including when the cross is
wrapped around a flag. The barkeep at my favourite pub once
said the only rule they followed was no discussing either topic.
At the end of the night, I want to feel like I did at the start,
leaving the consequences to the next day. I am unable to decide
if my immature faith leads to baser appetites or if itโs because
I have nothing better to do than wait to go back to work.
The doorkeeper opens the juniper gate made heavier by the
desert wind. The visitors bear the stench of their travels, but
still he doesn’t flinch. They remove their sandy, sweaty cloaks,
slap them onto his shoulder, yet do not greet or acknowledge him.
I get on the bus to end the worst part of my day. My laptop bag
hangs off my right elbow, my cane dangles from my left wrist,
but I manage to grab the bar as the bus pulls out. I get a seat
a few stops later, and look up the Raptors on my cellphone.
Masai Ujiri won’t need my help to draft Khaman Maluach, then
decide the better fit between Michael Ruzic and Tyrese Proctor.
Itโs also highly unlikely he will ask. I guess Iโm better off when
I trust his judgment, and continue to sit back and enjoy the results.
Bio:
Patrick Connors first chapbook, Scarborough Songs, was released by Lyricalmyrical Press in 2013, and charted on the Toronto Poetry Map. Recent publications include Spadina Literary Review, Asemana Magazine, Spirit Fire Review, and Dissident Voice.
His first full collection, “The Other Life”,
His most recent chapbook, “Worth the Wait”,
and His latest collection, “The Long Defeat”
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Patrick Connors.
12.
Poem: “YOU WERE A STAR AND THE STARS TOOK YOU”
Poet:Kujtim Hajdari
From: Albania
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
In endless galaxies where memories reside,
In the sleepy fog of my soul, in the cry,
How the seagull, you take flight suddenly,
And with love, sweet, as a vision comes to me.
Every anniversary, you give birth again,
A bouquet of memories from our beautiful life.
Bring them back to me with a gentle touch.
They, on the petals of joy, flutter like butterflies.
A cherry blossom spreads its wings in the wind,
In the window where it plays with a very kind,
It was a day like this, a beautiful spring,
When you arrived from dreams, and brightened everything.
You set my soul on a sunny background,
With your beautiful words, you placed on me a crown.
I made you into a butterfly, lifting you into the sky,
And I placed my heart in your gentle hands.
The happiness shared between us brought us joy,
Years filled with beautiful dreams and love.
And over time, the sparkle in our hearts never faded.
Our days flew by gently with love, like a sweet white dove.
But our days were very short, very short days,
You were a star, and they took you, in their chest deep,
But I, in the memories in the soul where they sleep,
Sweetly, dearly, I shake your hand, always.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Kujtim Hajdari
13.
Poem: “THE SOLIDARITY”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
I read an article:
To protect hungry people,
Who are in danger and need,
From invadors that are greed!
The humanists have to change,
Helping them , it’ s too strange
Only looking and waiting,
There children everyday are dieing.
Let’ s try to bring equality
And doing a step towards freedom and humanity!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
14.
Poem : The Bright Night
Poet : Bishwajeet Gupta (Bishal)
From : Nepal๐ณ๐ต
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
When it was bright,
Everything was alright,
When it became dark,
Dogs began to bark.
I was not so scared,
When nobody cared,
Actually, I was cool,
Very cunning not a fool.
Avoiding those selfish,
I just selected peace,
I didn’t prefer to mesh,
And memorise the case.
Be a candle for night,
Spread peace, don’t fight.
I’ve to be at the top now,
At any cost and anyhow.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Bishwajeet Gupta .
15.
Poem: “Life of Money”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
Today, life is worth only by money.
People can enjoy only with money.
Money can buy love.
If you are with wealth, you are appreciated.
If you have money, family members have loyalty.
It you are rich, your relatives can not criticize.
If you are in poverty, people hate you.
So, wealth is everything.
If money is enough, your family members respect you.
Your money may earn relatives and friends.
Your money keeps people near.
You can marry rich man, only when you have money.
Otherwise poverty can not be attached to rich home.
So, wealth is magic of today โs world.
Money is everything.
It is tension of life.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Til Kumari Sharma
16.
Poem: “THE SADNESS OF KNOWING “
Poet:Praise mk Nkhoma
From:
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
There is a kind of sadness that doesnโt arrive with catastrophe.
It comes instead in silence, too familiar.
Not born of pain, but of perception.
Of seeing the world undressed,
It’s illusions stripped,
It’s shine dulled under the harsh light of truth.
It is a sadness that sits in the marrow.
Not loud. Not loud at all.
Justโฆ always there.
A companion cloaked in quiet observation.
Iโve known what it is to romanticize death
Not out of despair,
But out of intimacy.
Not the death of others…no, that grief still shatters me.
But the quiet fantasy of slipping out of myself.
Of rest. Of release.
Of relief from the ache of being.
It is not that I want to die.
It is that I have, at times, forgotten how to live
Without grieving pieces of myself daily.
Iโve lost friends…
Not to caskets, but to absence.
To doors closed without explanation.
To silences louder than farewells.
Iโve learned that people can leave without dying,
And sometimes, thatโs the deeper grief.
So I have become cautious with connection.
Terrified of attachment,
Not because I do not love deeply,
But because I do.
And love has always meant eventual loss,
And I am tired of collecting goodbyes.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Praise Mk Nkhoma
17.
Poem: “SOMETIME IN THE DARK !”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
Itโs midnight dream,the moon is drowsy
All on a sudden sometime in the dark
Faint murmur of leaves like a whisper
Lulls in the air far away from the dark sky
As if amidst a solemn parade of stars
Two dreamy hearts drowning together In the nearby jasmine garden
Dewdrops slither without a word
Fire flies around the casuarinas
Do play hide and seek quietly
All words crowding our bleary eyes silently.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.
18.
Poem: “O world humanity”
Poet: S. M. Sajedur Rahman ( Ashru)
From: UAE.
O world human race today call the heart,
O Muslim nation of the world, the tragic gap.
They are our brothers and sisters, a section of blood,
Yet today they are the proletariat.
They are Palestinians, the song of humanity,
Stand beside them, barely give a place to live.
Look at the face of their misery once,
Happiness is broken in thirst for hunger.
Someone’s father has lost, some gone mother,
Someone’s sister Ahazari is not over today.
Someone’s child is torn down the bomb fire,
Someone’s house is destroyed by destruction.
One day there was light happiness in their life,
Why today is the sadness.
They are the fakir of the path today, begging the soul,
Yet they are human beings, but there is hope.
They want a handful of food, they want the right to live,
Yet why the world is so cruel today?
Alas humanity where do you go today,
Alas, why are you a rock?
Please be awake, wake up
They are Palestinians, they are immortal.
Return the right to survive in their lives,
Please kindly in the world, in the light of light.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ S. M. Sajedur Rahman ( Ashru)
19.
Poem: “Thunder in the Firmament”
Poet: Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
Thunder cracks the firmamentโno rain, no grace,
Only fire that falls from manโs own hand.
The sky, once cradle of stars, now a graveโs face,
Where missiles bloom and bombs command.
Children cry beneath a blood-red moon,
Their lullabies drowned in sirenโs scream.
The earth, once fertile, now a dying tune,
Its rivers choked by mankindโs shattered dream.
Man is now a victim of missile and bomb,
His prayers lost in smoke and ash.
He walks through ruins, silent and numb,
Each breath a countdown, each step a clash.
The gods look down, their eyes grown dim,
As temples fall and truth is torn.
No victor rises from this hymnโ
Only shadows of the unborn.
Man now sees the nightmare of annihilation and tomb,
Yet still he builds his throne of doom
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee.
Bio:
International Tagore Awardee Dr.Ratan Bhattacharjee is a former Affiliate Faculty Virginia Commonwealth University& Ex Associate Professor and Head PG Dept of English Dum Dum Motijheel College,President Kolkata Indian American Society and a multilingual international poet cum Columnist for national Dailies.His story collection Six Feet Distance is published from AuthorHouse Bloomington USA. Oleander Blooms is his best seller.
20.
What If I’m Not Me?
Poet: Sipra Debnath Tultul.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
What if the mirror lies with grace,
And masks another in my place?
What if the voice I call my own
Is but an echo carved from stone?
What if these hands were taught to reach
For borrowed dreams they dared not teach?
What if the smile I wear each day
Was stitched by fear to keep dismay?
Is this desire truly mine
Or laced with roots of some old vine?
Do these thoughts bloom from soul or cage?
Am I the poet, or the page?
I chase the truths I canโt define,
A maze of self in tangled line.
Each question peels another skin,
Revealing deeper riddles within.
I breathe, I blink, I speak, I see
But tell me, what if I’m not me?
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Sipra Debnath Tultul.
21.
Poem: “A Quest For Greatness”
Poet: Edna Salona-Labrador
Country: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 30 September, Tuesday, 2025.
A Quest For Greatness
Who will not think of being great?
To have a grandeur at its best
Life is survival for the fittest
Each has a dream to pursue for achievement.
When I was in my younger age my dream maybe high
But greatness never comes into my mind
It was not my goal in using my poetic ink
But the joy in writing is my primary aim.
Trying my best in writing good results I attain
In many poetry challenges God helps me win
Creating poems for fun not for fund is my by- line in writing
Poetic writing is my life though there is no earning.
In getting awards a quest for greatness others may have in mind
Thinking that way is a freedom given to everyone
I want to be a recognized writer during and after my life time
A quest for recognition perhaps is all what I want but greatness is too high for me to aspire.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Edna Salona- Labrador
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