Poems of Primelore Writer’s Heaven The 58th Edition.Read & enjoy

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01.
Poem: “THE LOVE THAT FOLLOWS ME”
Poet: Mustafa Naci Özer
From: TÜRKİYE
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

A distant love walks behind me—
a voice, a breath, a tender smile.
The stars bear witness
to my dreams and my yearning.
Who is the guilty one?
I cannot tell.

In my dream lives a gentle world—
a soul, a flower, a butterfly.
Fireflies behold everything:
the secrets of my spirit,
the quiet murmurs of my heart.
What is there to hide, truly?

It was the songs that parted us,
and we gave our word,
as though it were our ancient custom.
Then the sky turned radiant—
every star we gazed upon
shone brighter for us,
carrying word, untiringly,
from the faraway one to my side.
I waved, and sent my greeting.

Are we blessed, I wonder,
by these steadfast stars?
That love behind me,
that love within my dream,
suddenly feels so near—
what was once distant
now quietly lives within my heart.
(translated and adapted from Turkish by M. Naci Özer)
©® Mustafa Naci Özer

02.
Poem: “WHEN AUTUMN ARRIVES”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Australia
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

she always comes softly
morning opens its calm rhythm
resting on the skin of the world.
the sky stretching endlessly blue
the sun gentles itself into gold
touching each leaf and each city corner
until everything shimmers with tenderness

on the familiar streets
the trees wave their slow goodbyes
scent of the leaves mingles with the damp earth
steam rising at the small cafes
from the cup holding our friendship
laughter gliding through the air
and the city learns to slow down

evening falling like a soft memory
lights bloom across the streets
fragrance of the milk flowers drifts
grandfather smiles at the wind
young lovers walk like a song
autumn reminds us to be gentle
to be still and to love what we have
©® Vo Thi Nhu Mai.

03.
Poem: “Water”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

Need water need water,
One-third of the Earth is water.
Yes !
One-third of the Earth is covered in water.
Yet there is a shortage of clean water,
We want water, we want clean water,
Water is life, water is death.
We want to drink pure water.

Children are dying on the battlefield(Gaza) due to lack of water.
No life can survive without water.
Plants, animals, and birds do not live the lives of anyone.
We want water, we want pure water.

I am floating ! I am floating in the sea.
There is not a single drop of water for drinking,
My chest is bursting with thirst.
My life is going away;
I cry for drinking water,
There is no water anywhere.

Give us clean water,
Please don’t turn off our water at untimely times.
The plants in the tub cry for water.
All animals cry for water.
Helpless children cry for water,
The helpless bird cries for water.
We want water, we want pure drinking water.
We want to survive.
We need clean drinking water.
©® Afroza Jesmine.

04.
Poem: “Nature”
Poet:EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

Nature
A little piece of heaven
Colours
Perfume
Flowers
Trees
Animals
THey are all leaving by God law
They are surviving
They get eaten
They are reproducing
But
They never take the home of the neighbours
Only humans are stealing
In all levels
We need to educate our childrens
We must respect
We need to re educate ourselves
Only then
Earth will be peaceful
©® EVA Petropoulou Lianou

05.
Poem: “LIFE AND TIME.”
Poet: Bernadete Cavalcanti
From: Brazil
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

Time marches inexorably,
leading life to a single destiny.

The final awakening of this present life,
always leaves an enormous void………

The soul, completely distraught,
still clinging to the inert body,
with time, manages to detach itself.

It is not the end, nor is it a desert,
eager for water to refresh itself
and bring the soul a sweet solace!

It is a rope that breaks at each thread.
A farewell to so much suffering.
Life, bound to time, goes on alone.
Sometimes, the situation reverses
and it is time that, always clever,
leads life to its immutable destiny!

The void of Nothingness that existed,
is gone and only your self remains.

Fears fell silent in an instant,
The shadows sought to distance themselves.
And dreams and chimeras are distant.
But love will always be present!
©® Bernardete Cavalcanti.

06.
Poem: “The spring of tear”
Author: Valentina Yordanova .
From: Accordia (Bulgaria)
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

A sad memory emerges in a tear –
In it the dawn looks so deep.
In my eyes it seems ti kindle fires.
The pain burns them. And the flame does not go out.

Starlight floods the sky at night.
My gaze is blinded by a brilliant ray with tear.
It darkens deep within the soul.
The moon turns yellow with solar pallor –
Having cast a shadow across my face with hush.
My gaze fades hopelessly with the silence.

My tears break into falling leaves.
Autumn mows my memories with the rains.
The wind scatters tearful ringing drops in sad bursts –
Left bafefoot in the dew.
Where the grass turns yellow from sadness
And a bitter breath spreads
Imperiously through the meadows,
But the blooming hyacinth melts it with its aroma.

The clock`s hurried hands are turning back.
Spring is running away. Another season is skipping.
Everything that has flown away is returning.
Beautiful moments and southern birds.
And white sea tides in one beginning.

Tears of sadness turn into joyful laughter.
My eyes are open – life is born in them –
In the morning with crackling warm sunrise – early.
And the sunset entwines the sad memory with its hair –
Insulted by the breeze of spring`s gentle whisper.
©® Valentina Yordanova
(Translated by Dessy Tsvetkova)
Bio:
I am Valentina Yordanova from Mezdra – Bulgaria, pen name Accordia, children teacher and psychologist. I write poems since school years. My poetry is truly sincere, deep expression of love, pain, dreams, personal experiences. My favorite theme is love – gentle, beautiful, but also painful. My style is figurative and lyrical – I paint with words emotional landscapes. I have awards, diplomas, certificates at international level, publications in Almanacs: Bukvite Publishing/Bulgarian Publisher, Writers Association – Samokov, Confederation of Bulgarian Writers – Vratsa; collections: Moonlight – 13 Publishing House, from 13th International Poetry Contest of Serbian–Bulgarian Friendship Association – Serbia, Mnogotochie and Ini Ino Publishing, Bulgarian–Turkish Peker; magazines: Paintings with Words and Colors, 33 Beautiful Ideas, Bulgarian–Turkish literary magazine Peker, first Bulgarian–Turkish children literary magazine in Bulgaria Mahbup, newspaper Pensioneri. My poems are published in international platform Atunis Galaxy Poetry, led by world-famous poet and editor Agron Shele. I am included in Anthology Still Waters Anthologies and Micro Anthology of Julie Miles. I received badge “I Am World Poetry Brotherhood” among poets all over world, part of Hymn of World Poetry – 1430 poets, 110 countries, translated into 72 languages. I write children poems. My heart dictates, my soul writes – this is my poetry.

07.
Poem: “Where the flags have no colour’’
Poet: Elena Angelopoulou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

In the damp earth where silence breathes,
the wind remembers everything—
the heartbeat of soldiers before dawn,
the cry of mothers stitched into the soil.
Once, the flags split the sky in two,
each proclaiming its fiery truth.
Now they fade—
washed by rain,
softened by tears,
by the endless patience of the dead.
Peace does not come with drums.
It walks barefoot,
carrying the dust of the fallen,
planting wildflowers
where bullets once bloomed.
And when the children ask
what the colours on the cloth once meant,
no one remembers what to say.
Only this:
that once we painted the world to divide it—
and then,
slowly,
we learned to let those colours
fade away.
©® Elena Angelopoulou

08.
Poem: “Crafted My Art of Words in Dark Graveyard:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

Dark the days are in winter season.
Mist and snow are leading the few days.
The graveyard of mine was already furnished.
Snow and mist are decorating its mystery.
I am dead there but soul crafts the words of dark history.
Love was kidnapped earlier.
That was ruining my life .
Again I made the huge history beyond my land that was hidden mystery.
Like the frozen snow love was died earlier.
The materialistic love of someone was like grave.
That was not true love in itself.
Unshakeable earth is shaking to see injustice to me.
I am unlike others and furnish the crafted words of my history inside grave.
The grave is separate, shining and sometimes cold like winter snow.
Though from the grave I make myself as the standard being to born again and again.
Far at mountains snow is gathering.
And shining to bring the winter perfect.
From Himalayas the mist is dancing to change season.
The beauty of words consoles my journey of life.
Anyway every human is horrified to visit bosom mate as death.
Here is not true love in this materialistic world.
©® Til Kumari Sharma

09.
Poem: “I wait for you in dreams “
Poet: Sherife Allko
From: Albania 🇦🇱
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

Ah this night with extinguished stars
The sky is nowhere to be seen.
Inside the room, the mirror reflects only one star.

On the black night where nothing whispered,
and when the stars withdrew sleepily,
Only my soul sees you.

But my sleep was disturbed by the “night sailors” with their black souls,
I didn’t even take a breath
until the new dawn.

In the world of dreams I searched
I found the kiss left hostage,
the caress I never had.
In the silence of sleep dreams,
I look out the window for a chance meeting.
©® Sherife Allko

10.
Poem: “When I die”
Poet: Dr.Purnima.
From: Nagaland.
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

When I die you might seem to care
When I die you might seem to care,
Whisper my name to the empty air.
Touch the letters I left behind,
In poems where our souls entwined.

You’ll trace my words with trembling hands,
And try to go where memory stands.
The scent of rain, the songs we knew,
Will break your heart—yet pull you through.

I’ll live in dreams you try to flee,
In every dusk that reminds of me.
And though your world moves on, I swear—
When I die, you’ll seem to care.
©® Dr. Purnima.
Bio:
Asst Professor of English Dr. Purnima is a poet, dreamer, and seeker who writes to uncover meaning in the unseen. Her verses collected in three published volumes weave silence and soul, tracing the delicate threads between memory, myth, and awakening.

11.
Poem: “From the river to the sea”
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad.
From Gaza city, Palestine
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

Different races
With the same praises
From the river to the sea
Palestine will be free
In the factory or the field
Let’s cheer, Palestine will be free.
In the mosque or the churchLet’s pray,
From the river to the sea,
Palestine will be free.
In the streets or schools
Let’s Sing, Palestine will be free,
Palestine will be free.
In the floor or outdoor
Let’s play, Palestine will be free.
In the office or the work
Let’s rehearse, from the river to the sea,
Palestine will be free.
On the earth or the sky
Let’s fly, Palestine will be free,
Palestine will be free.
In the oacen or the motion
Let’s blare, From the river to the sea,
Palestine will be free.
In the summer or the fall
Let’s call, free free Palestine.
In the protest or the crowdLet’s applaud,
From the river to the sea,Palestine will be free.
The whole world shouts To stop the genocide.
Different languages and one voice
Free free Palestine
The world protests against the occupation.
Different languages and one voice
From the river to the sea
Palestine will be free
Children demonstrate to show The solidarity to the innocents.
Different languages and one voice
Free free Palestine
Messages sent to the so called leaders To stop arming the occupiers.
Different languages and one voice Free free PalestineThe world sings in
harmony
For Palestine to be free.
©® Ahmed Miqdad.

12.
Poem: “WE HAVE BICKERED, MY DEAR”
Poet: Kujtim Hajdari.
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

We often fought, my dear, along the way,
We were very quarrelsome over trivial things,
We carried love with pain to the edge,
It often burned us and brought tears.

We filled the rivers to the brim and the bed,
We burned the flowers of love like July,
We emptied the bitter insult along with the anger,
And once again, we looked for a lighthouse to ignite.

At the seashore, once again, we waited tiredly,
Maybe with dawn, the boat of hope was returning,
Biting ourselves and wondering what had happened,
Killed and lifeless in the arms of remorse?

After so many years, they come to mind once more,
wounds cut us deeply, like old rheumatism.
We bow to the love we only left a little room for:
“Oh, if only we could start from the beginning!”
©® Kujtim Hajdari

13.
Poem: “When I See You”
Poet: Ansu Bhatt
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

My heart melts, like snow in the sun,
Soft and weightless – you’re the only one.
The world fades to black and white,
But you remain, my shining light.
A rhythm beats, a joyous tune,
My heart dances, lost in you.
Day and night, you’re on my mind,
In every breath, in every time.
I dream of hands through silken hair,
Of whispered warmth in love’s sweet air.
A gentle touch, a soft embrace,
A love so pure, time can’t erase.
When I miss you, sky turn blue,
With every thought, I’m close to you.
A silent wish, a lover’s song,
my heart will always belong to you.
©® Ansu Bhatt

14.
Poem: “WE ARE NATIONS”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqir
From: Albenia
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

Looking so long for equality,
To stop wars and conflcts
And achieving humanity,
Not to demage people for benifits!
The justice must be for each nation, It will be the best solution:
Eachone can live free on their own country
And work with security,
Only that way brings prosperity
And can be for everyone right,
To protect individual and human’ s right!
©® Shaip Zeqir Zeqir

15.
Poem: “WHAT KIND OF MIRACLE LIFE IS”
Poet: Irena Jovanović
From: Zaječar, Serbia.
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

Life is a certain kind of miracle
within which you find all sorts of wealth
so many so inexplicable brilliances
so many so deeply hidden excellences
and feelings so refined, so blurred
into infinitesimal, miniature skills
which works on a micro and nano scale growth
it is a whole science of miracles
comprised so to complete each other
and make it totally all done and function
covered by secret, intact ties, tiny joints
holding life on, cooperating, continuing love
holding hand for hand and passing all through
the impulse of creation to the next developed step
like a whole, complete life factory of love
to enable us to have these fine imagined bodies
these complete experiences, to fulfil our wishes
to taste this platform of existence
knitted by higher beings
by the knowledge of God given
and His all-sensitive intention
to approve the entire range of our wishes
in so any different varieties
so what kind of miracle life might be
we can meditate
about this.
©® Irena Jovanović

16.
Poem: “Wonder’s of Almighty Allah”
Poet: Syed Shah Hussain.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

The moon that shines with gentle light,
Glows in the sky, so pure and bright.

The sun gives heat from high above,
Its rays spread warmth, a sign of love.

The stars that twinkle in the night,
In countless rows, they shine with might.

The clouds drift by in soft, slow dance,
They float and move as skies advance.

The wind that blows both loud and deep,
Can shake the trees and wake you from sleep.

The oceans stretch with no clear end,
Their waves and depths forever bend.

The stars and moon in the sky are so wide,
moving swiftly as they turn and glide.

His mercy flows through air and sea,
His kindness touches you and me.

All birds and beasts, both wild and tame,
In praise of Him, they do proclaim.

In every land and every snow,
His mighty signs forever show.

He makes a tree from a tiny seed,
His power meets our every need.
©® Syed Shah Hussain

17.
Poem: “Tree”
Poet: Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi
From: Yemen
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

Tree
It was brought
Leafless, rootless
Planted upon the tombs
Of those who long departed
Heavily watered with their blood
Manured with the dust of their shrouds
For decades upon decades it grew
As no rain-nourished tree had ever grown
Till its thorn-crowned shoots towered
In our bitter autumn
Never have we seen
A spring in due season
Nor our forebears
Should it, at times, come verdant
Thorns would seize the fruits we sowed
For endless years, we reaped but void
Till famine heaped itself on the ground
And when silent as the grave we kept
Its greedy branches tangled wide,
Their reach lacerating
All our other seasons
And when we neglected
It thirsted for the blood of children
That it might flourish through the ages
As it willed
Yet the Almighty does what He wills
Now behold, its fruits, our-blood-grown, fall
Tomorrow it shall return to its origin:
An evil tree, uprooted from the earth,
Rootless, unstable
©® Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi

18.
Poem: “self-confidence”
Poet: Dr.pravita Tripathi
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

Hands will be lost,
companionship will be broken,
But don’t let your faith break,
Our dreams will be shattered, we will be lost.
Don’t let your hopes break,
Many weak moments will come in life,
They will break you, they will shake you,
they will tell you to come along.
You will remain steadfast in your commitment to Him.
Only then will destiny be in your hands, friend.
Life will never fail.
Self-confidence is such a lotus.
Keep yourself steadfast in the quagmire of troubles.
If you want a brighter tomorrow, preserve your self-worth.
©® Dr.pravita Tripathi

19.
Poem: “Sparrow”
Poet: Dr Rosie Patangia .
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

Sparrow, little sparrow
Will you will stay with me today and every tomorrow?
I will feed you some wads of sticky boiled rice, a cup of organic oats and finest corn,
Will you sit in my grassy lawn
Every sunrise after dawn?
I will linger beside you
And watch you run nimbly, chirrup, chomp and chew.

Sparrow, little sparrow
Will be sit on my friendly lap
And take your afternoon nap?
And as you snuggle
I will cuddle
And hug you tight
And see you shine like the golden sunlight.

Sparrow, little sparrow
Why do you leave me alone in sorrow?
Why do you fly away towards the verdant meadow?
And make your nest on that bush with twigs, threads and strings that look radiant and yellow?

Sparrow, little sparrow
Without you my heart bleeds like a sharp arrow.
Dear little sparrow, I know you will come again
And my heart will be green and golden once again.
©® Dr. Rosie Patangia
Bio:
Dr. Rosie Patangia is an Assistant Professor and Head in the Department of English, Narangi Anchalik Mahavidyalaya Guwahati, Assam, India. She is a bilingual poet and has co-authored a number of poet ry Anthologies .She has published her first solo book titled ” 200 LIFE CHANGING QUOTES”.She has a number of publications in books, research journals, peer-reviewed journals, edited volumes on literature and Folklore. She has received Certificate of Appreciation, Teacher Innovation Award from Sri Aurobindo Society (ZIIEI) in 2019 .She has received 5th Position in All India National Level Creative Writing Contest organised by Knight Riders in February 2022. She has received the Outstanding Education Award from AIM Institute of Advanced Management in October 2025. She is the lifelong member of All India Association for Educational Research ( AIAER), Indian National Trust for Art and Cultural Heritage( INTACH) and Assam Sahitya Sabha.

20.
Poem: “O hell O hello Thaw-ma-turge”
Poet: Ruby Kaila Malhotra
From: Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

O hell, O hello time to ween pre-teens, are you metal?
Agatha tricked Buffy fiends hell-o-ween filled candy I
Big churns have packed molasses noir cacao treats owls
Aaaaaooo Stallone flick watching pa, candles I huraaah

. All ghoul’s sigh is here mummy cold owl wrapped up
Hole in his pocket what kinda haunt did my grandest Da
Grave? Uncle Frankeinstein hutch-sized frame He spooks
Must-have pies the web’s spinning cover, that Kawasaki

. Rise, O crackling cornhound rotary pins in harvest jams
Awuru, it’s grizzling slap some print on rubber puffs, will
Mutetos also cos tunes color I’m done with black orange
Marsh mellows harsh yellows gravity bob’s when pi wisps

. Rise O tornhound carmelized cordless Pumpkin, buy a bat
Pixelated faeries catapult pot-tellys hay
Rides frills inn knicks
Cut! uncle wurzels side-burns are soaked
In crankberry soup
Hole in the pocket decorations rocket sew bambracks stretch

. Boo!
. Rise O dawnbound, cell settings dump piggy bank clump turn-over?
Run along obon, pillow-pack mint aunt
martha’s tales gobble
Uncle mac tyre’s turning cogs werewolves! Pitch fork dig in
Party spells alms across shred, tissue, she
wraps vlood spook

. Fear of the fallen ties, out fo gory, we are witches without
Brooms, all year round without spills fly
Pssssst, carved a niche, wet I’s steam rolls
Jack-o-lanterns shelved, corridors berach
flann, tales bend retreats
Aisles mint-laden, Walpurgisnacht Re-treat
O, hell-o-ween hello tricks?
. Beats me
©® Ruby Kaila Malhotra

21.
Poem: “SILENCE OF THE NIGHT !”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai .
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

The earth under the sky hangs like a ball
Over the classic blue the night descends
And the earth falls asleep in a rush
I doubt you ‘ve heard the silence of the night
That hushes sob hovering in the wind
The dense darkness does engulf our life
And its very mundanity keeps increasing
The night stays awake under the sky-blue
With our shattered dreams here and there
But our trifling hopes do keep us alive .
©️®️ Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai

22.
Poem: “Boating in Banaras”
Poet: Lakshmi Kant Mukul
From: INDIA.
Primelore Published Date: 04 November, Tuesday, 2025.

The frolic of dawn-light
gilds the flowing breast of Ganga;
her glow crowns Banaras’s rising ghats,
the endless steps where walkers move
like prayers in motion,
and the far-off sandbanks blaze
beneath the tender sky.

The smoke of pyres drifts,
yet softens, dissolves
in the birds’ jubilant cries.
The boatman, with measured strokes,
parts the river’s calm skin
and leads us to her throbbing heart.

In midstream, the vessel sways
a young maiden startled by touch,
her secret pulse awakened
by the river’s gliding hands.
She trembles with the winds,
leaps like a carefree girl,
while the waves cradle her
in a rhythm half-rapture, half-prayer.

The boat rocks
a cradle of first love,
as if we were the earth’s first children
and this sky, this river,
these banks, this light,
were fashioned anew
for us, for now,
for the birth of joy, of touch, of wonder.

The oarsman hums
and in his song we hear
the echo of some primeval voice,
an ancestor who once,
venturing upon first waters,
summoned an ancient raga:
a music of boat and oar,
of stream and whirl,
of union and severance,
of storm-defiance, of longing
to save the fragile craft
from fury of waves and winds.

That yearning trembles still
upon the boatman’s lips,
and flows into our breath.

We, companions of the river’s embrace,
sway together in delight,
watching temples and ghats
drenched in colors of morning.
We listen to the quickened water-song
where the prow cleaves the current,
and to fishermen’s hymns
carried toward the waiting river.

And at Dashashwamedh Ghat-
life, resplendent, eternal,
stands radiant against death’s decree.
©® Lakshmi Kant Mukul

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