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01.
Poem: “MY BELOVED”
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER
From: Tรผrkiye.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
For years I wove my love with care
Into the carpet of my soul,
I laid it down upon your way
So you might walk and feel me whole.
I gazed afar with restless eyes,
A curiosity that never sleeps,
I picked up violets from the fields
So you might wear what my heart keeps.
I lined the night with lights so bright,
Each color placed with tender hands,
I brought you candles, soft and warm,
So you might light our dreaming lands.
I became shade in summerโs blaze,
Beneath the sun that scorched the day,
I turned to cloth to wipe your brow
So you could brush the heat away.
Your lips ran dryโI gave them springs,
Clear waters drawn from hidden streams,
My heart spread wide its waiting arms
So you might run into my dreams.
I silenced all my words and cries,
Endured the ache my loving knew,
I wished with all my honest heart
That you would ask me, feeling too.
I know no distance, none at all,
If you are life inside my chest,
I see no fault, I count no blame,
So you may find me at my best.
A dream outweighs the world itself
When love is rare and undefined,
If itโs unseen, unheard, unknownโ
It waits for you alone to find.
The carpet woven in my heart,
I fell in love with it as well,
But now itโs yours, and yours aloneโ
So you may love itโฆ and meโฆ my belle.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mustafa Naci รZER
02.
Poem: “HOMETOWN RIVER”
Poet: Vรต Thแป Nhฦฐ Mai .
From: Vietnam/ Australia
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
The river flows in language
On each bank a tender letter grows
We love the river
with mud-stained hands
bending to replant forests along the shore
small projects stretching a shared dream
Keeping the water clear
the city remembers where it was born
When forests stand firm
the river knows how to cradle life
rows of trees filtering water sheltering the dike
weaving havens for coming and going
From there we learn patience
protecting each patch of forest each carpet of grass
preserving familiar ways of seeing
parks pathways
ties of kinship and kindred hearts
We meet here loving this place deeply
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Thแป Nhฦฐ Mai
03.
Poem: “Freedom”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
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 because 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: “Our Parents”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
We love our parents.
They are the quiet architects of our days.
They are measuring time in lunches packed and doors closed.
Their love arrives to us before language.
They worry in small hours we never see,
They are stitching courage into our sleep.
Their dreams bend, not break.
They are making room for ours to grow.
They teach by showing up again.
even when tiredness has a heavy voice.
In their eyes,
We are always becoming children.
If we never finish our work, parents are never late.
They carry our names like talismans.
Our parents take care of us.
They give us courage against all fear.
When we wander far, they remain.
They teach us how to wait.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Afroza Jesmine.
05.
Poem: “PROMISE OF PEACE”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
On the shores of love, light is born gently,
Washing the heart from the dust of dispute.
We extend the palm of peace as if it were a prayer
Chanted by souls above the crowd.
We say: come, for the road is one,
Even if footsteps and standings diverge.
Love is a seaโwhen our chests grow tight,
Its waves widen, and collision fades.
Peace upon the earth when it listens
To the pulse of wheat in noble hearts.
Peace upon humankind when it sheds
The sword of fear and the night of revenge.
Love is dawnโs promise to yesterday,
And tomorrowโs bridge between dream and pain.
Through it we mend what the wind has broken
And write our name as meaning, not as ruins.
If our languages part, the heart remains
One tongueโwhen it speaks, it stands upright.
We teach stone how to become a wing
And persuade fire to choose peace.
Be like waterโpatient and useful
Whenever it passes through land, it revives bones.
Do not make hatred the bread of evening,
For the night of enmity is bitter and dark.
Come, let us restore the name of embrace
And plant within the wound a share of harmony.
With love, nations are built slowly,
Yet upon truth, without division.
And with peace, meaning is fulfilled
When we ask the skyโand the clouds assent.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
06.
Poem: “Journey to Study”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
The study is beautiful.
It is moral journey of the life.
Study brings the light in the mind.
The right of the study is to bring life experience.
The books are vehicles.
The healing source of study is about mental sickness.
The shining mind is come with reading books.
Journey to study is about healing wound of the mind.
The mind of the higher race is to study and gain.
The study of the books gives you healthy mind.
The worth of the study is to collect the humanity.
To study is healing wave.
Gaining knowledge from different background is there.
Study is to know world.
Informative mind will be there with enough study.
Study makes the mind creative.
So, study is a kind of moral journey to universe.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Til Kumari Sharma
07.
Poem: “Elegy”
Poet: Iram Ijaz
From: Lahore, Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
I love my grandmother with all my heart,
She always fulfilled my every wish,
One day she said goodbye to everyone.
Leaving us behind in deep sorrow,
I can never see her again,
Yet one day she comes to me in dreams,
Her face blooming with gentle light,
And though her voice is now a memory,
Her love still warms my silent nights.
(I dedicate this poem to my late grandmother whose love, prayers, and memories remain alive in my heart forever.)
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธIram Ijaz
08.
Poem: “Hungry Among Peopleโฆ”
Poet: Blerina Pellumbi
From: France.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
Embraced by light, dreams screamed at the stars, starving
seeking a little sparkle, trapped in false horizons.
Alone, words walked barefoot
in the deserts of a wounded soul;
thirst, an unquenched hunger for freedom among the maddened people.
Dreams stammered deadly truths, for a bit of hope,
feeding the insatiable with the light of the soul every morning.
Under the sounds of sirens, they called for peace, trapped among stars,
in a world hidden behind the sun, in a forgotten worldโฆ
Mute words stayed hung; at night they turned into neon lights,
awakening those, the dead of the day, who with dreams slept until late at night.
Who knows, why did they trade day for night?
Maybe there they quenched the hunger for an endless dream.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Blerina Pellumbi
09.
Poem: Wound
Poet: Panagiota P. Lampri
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
Dead children,
merciless trophies of wars,
haunt our civilization
as a festering wound.
Dead children,
unripened shoots of life,
whose stems are cut down by human hands
before they can flower upon the earth.
Dead children,
their mothersโ incurable trauma,
memory untainted, indestructible,
and an unceasing, sacred cry.
Dead children,
blood-soaked prizes of wars,
brand our mighty civilization
as a deep wound in the body, beyond all cure.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Panagiota P. Lampri
10.
Poem: “Come on December”
Poet: Amed Miqdad.
From: Gaza City.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
Life stopped in October
As time has vanished
And the earth stopped rotating
We live the same day
Just black and white
No more colors.
The leaves fell down
And abandoned their mother
The bodies were thrown on the ground
And the souls flew to the sky.
We’re still waiting the new year
Inside a tent full of scars and stained with blood,
Full of memories and tales of pain
Come December,
Wash the blood and heal the wounds
Clean the shame of silence.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Amed Miqdad.
11.
Poem: “Memory”
Poet: Sherife Allko.
From: Tirana -Albania.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
There is no one to walk with, except the fog.
The tracks were erased by themselves, by the ,non-human presence.
Grandfather, dissolves his gaze, on the great map of the world, to see his genesis.
Really,!?
Where have they gone, where have their children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren gone?
His eyes dried up, remained in oblivion.
Grandmother, mother, eyes left in tears over the years.
They ask and ask, where are you, where are you, children today?!
I, you, gave birth to you without you, and
not to be separated from you forever.
To those under the shelter,
stretched out and stretched out as if in anger
mock us, the old ones:
You old people,
you have frozen worse than us.
The stones cry,
from the weight of the footsteps of the wanderers,
from the moss that has never been cleaned.
The roots of the trees dry under the scorched earth,
even the birds suffer from the hot steam of the hemisphere.
The stones of the ancient castle cry,
from the fear of collapse.
The icons of the pharaohs, of ancient times, emblematic, remaining stoic.
Even the wind, frightened in the air,
up to the infinite sky, cries, calls for help.
The cold of time is buried,
even the words
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Sherife Allko.
12.
Poem: “NO ONE”
Poet: Steven David Lampley
From: United States
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January, 2026.
Looking at me,
the walls smirk at three a.m.
Laughs at my memories.
I wake,
exhausted.
No one was here.
No one’s ever here.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Steven David Lampley
Short Bio: Steven David Lampley is an American poet whose work speaks from the hard edges of lived experience rather than safe distances. A military veteran and former police officer, including time in high-crime and poverty-stricken communities, Lampley writes with an unflinching honesty shaped by trauma, loss, and long service to others. His poetry gives voice to the forgottenโthe homeless, the hungry, the addicted, the abused, and those surviving at societyโs margins, without sentimentality or false hope. A number one bestselling author, Lampley is best known for his raw free-verse style, where grief, exhaustion, and endurance coexist in stark, stripped-down lines. His work has appeared in literary magazines, including The Uncommon Courier, and in books such as Breathing Through the Chaos. Lampleyโs poetry does not aim to comfort; it aims to tell the truth, and in doing so, offers recognition to those who rarely see themselves reflected on the page.
13.
Poem: “Shine”
Poet: Hanh Chau.
From: San Jose, California-USA
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
She walks through
the dark night with
a flicker of flame in
tenderness of hands
of the nurturing motherly
love with a carry of a radiant smile
in her tall and firm, elegant stand
shines with a grace of confidence
she rises from victory
reach her greatness height
remains with humility
as she refuses to surrender
to conquer fear with courage
she exudes the poise of
a glowing brightness with
a build of steady strength
display with an indomitable spirit
when it comes to facing defeat
yet, she stays calm and humble
with unwavering resilience
leading her legacy with full
of joy and pride bring to the heart
with a captivating memory of embrace
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Hanh Chau
14.
Poem: “Love at Sundown”
Poet: Auaduma A Adookorn
From: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
Sunset on my western horrizon,
lit cripuscle
path to my kraal
Let me ride home
on your soft butt bathed in fragrance
twilight roses
for a vow, a covenant with me
Pond of water found
in arid land with the taste of pure
honey in golden jar
is your ardour,
Solomon’s dinner with her queens
and nobles after victory
for a vow, a covenant with me
Rent me your bosom and own
my life; let’s glide in the costume
of silvern moon, entwine
on wheel of eventide
in sanguine sky of alluring eyes,
solft ears, upright tit
for a vow, a covenant with me!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Auaduma A Adookorn
15.
“HAIKU “
Poet: Maria Tosti
From:
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
petals in the wind –
who knows where lost kisses
end up
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธMaria Tosti
16.
Poem: “You are my dream”
Poet: Valentina Yordanova
From: Accordia (Bulgaria)
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
I choose this night to stay outside.
Under the open sky until the morning,
At moonlight with a huge dream.
Where the stars will dance brightly for me.
But the darkness will be hidden again.
The wind will catch my hand.
And lead me to sea coast where he found me.
You left. And the sea overflowed with fury.
Gulls and terns descended upon me
To drink from my falling tears.
I remember you last said Goodbye.
And my heart ached strongly and hopelessly.
The sand under my feet scorched me as fire.
And my soul seemed to be burning at the stake.
I slowly died from the unbearable pain.
You turned me into a desolate sand statue.
Now in this night Iโll dream about you,
When you will desire me and follow.
You will find me here at the coast although
Only for a second. But I will be yours again.
You and I will compose a new verse
For our unsung love song.
A summer rain will unexpectedly fall on me.
And the drops will kiss me mischievously, tenderly.
My lips will remain moistened by them.
Even my clothes will be stripped naked.
Then the memory will come to me for
a long time in my sleep.
And I will believe that you do it!
Come back to me again to love me!
Last love thrills again in the night.
Translated by Dessy Tsvetkova
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Valentina Yordanova
17.
Poem: “A virtual poet”
Poet: Jelena Jovanoviฤ Jov
From Serbia.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
I’m coming back to you poetry
I walk tall, slender.
Through murky landscapes.
I touch you, I feel you.
Everywhere in everyone.
I’m looking for your feet.
Virtual, no
The song was always Big dilemma.
I come back to your poetry
I tap the letters Each one bears a trace of time and dreams.
Timeless, misunderstood My virtual song
May it bring peace and happiness
May he bring all four seasons
And lots and lots of spring.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Jelena Jovanoviฤ Jov
18.
Poem: “Singing voices”
Poet: Xrysoula Foufa
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
Birds carry their songs
with their wings in the skies.
They twitter happily or sadly
weaving the story of their lives.
Bards sing with melodious voices
using their own skills.
Echoes transfer their words
in musical eternity.
Birds are nature bards
composing the best symphonies
for music applies to every living voice.
Birds and bards sign the repertoire
in the vastness of the world.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Xrysoula Foufa
19.
Poem: “Lethe”
Poet: Professor Dr. Jรณzef Tomoล
From: Poland
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
With a cool wind
blowing from the source
of oblivion
we depart from the flowers
in which the sun blooms
from the whispering caresses
of the touch of places longing
for light
from the tender eyes
of the night rocking with the songs of the stars
the pupils of sleep
we depart from each other
through the rippling breezes
of oblivion
like a river in the tide
of drought
transforming into sand
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Professor Dr. Jรณzef Tomoล
20.
Poem: “YOUR BEAUTY”
Poet: Lulzim Hajdari
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
When you close your eyes, think only of me
For i will come in dreams to tell you i love you,
When your body is laid upon the bed
In your nightgown,
unbuttoned without guilt,
I will gently touch you, not to wake you from slep
From the burning embers, i will blaze all!โฆ
And i will come out easily, like the leaves of autumn
And i will go to the river, right to the mountainโs water,
When you hear tomorrov that the waterfall has taken me,
Do not worry at all, do not cry for me
I do not want tears in your eyes nor any moans,
Your beauty has shatered my heard!โฆ
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Lulzim Hajdari
21.
Poem: “LOVE IS SHOWN”
Poet: Daniel omar
From: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
In gestures unknown,
Touches that speak,
Words left unbroken.
In eyes that meet,
Hearts that beat,
Moments we share,
Love beyond air,
In laughter and tears,
Forever appears
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Daniel omar
22.
Poem: “The Enigma of Existence “
Poet: Sajid Hussain.
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
This temporal sphere is wrought with paradoxical afflictions,
Each soul resides in veiled delight or contradiction.
Some pursue phantasms lost within timeโs vast corridors,
Others enchain the heart deeply with affections unresolved,
Yet some nurture rancor as sacred internal flame,
Deserts offer peace to spirits scorched by longing,
Even blossoms repel the souls detached from joy,
Forests cradle death for those fleeing civilizationโs noise,
Cities become sanctuaries to wilderness fleeing minds,
Some wield disdain as banner for hollow triumph,
Some perish gladly within the arms of love,
One forsakes homeland another dies in sacred soil,
A friend may betray, another bleeds for loyalty,
Life becomes obsession for seekers of elusive breath,
Others serenely greet death as a tranquil passage,
Some pursue joy through infinite spirals of desire,
Others find solace in sorrowโs profound descent,
One runs toward the horizonโs predetermined calling,
Another absconds from fateโs inexorable approach,
Solitude attracts those averse to worldly communion,
Others embrace the crowdโs dissonant, fleeting company,
Some revere anguish as hallowed inner communion,
Others plead respite through ephemeral temporal comforts,
Wealth intoxicates minds with delusions of dominion,
Poverty humbles hearts with dignified, silent resilience,
Some abandon the tenets of sacred humanity,
Others expire upholding its eternal radiant light,
Oneโs heart brims with rancorโs silent decay,
Anotherโs remains empty,yet bears expectancyโs weight.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Sajid Hussain ยฉ
23.
Poem: “PAIN AND HOPE”
Poet: Kujtim Hajdari
From: Albenia
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
The world spins amidst the heavy hours’ tick-tock,
Wounds that ache are refreshed and washed in rain,
The weary young of the time await a shower,
This low, merciless, gray refrain repeats again.
A sighโฆ, and the air trembles while seeking,
Unfolds within the chest, a silent prayer,
They have lost the weapons and voices for speaking,
Only hands that stretch toward the hidden future.
Yet, in the chaos where the world has surrendered,
Hope always ignites a thread of greenish light,
Even in the gloomiest sunsets that descend,
It seeks to always light a star at the North Pole’s height.
Sighs do not resemble the white flag’s surrender,
They are a deep breath, even in the dark,
From the storms that call, light will not soon appear,
They simply awaken people for a better day’s spark.
They call for peace, not as an end to human pain,
But as a warm, quiet space of brotherhood,
A gentle, conscious awakening of human society’s chain,
Toward understanding, for more beautiful days of quietude.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Kujtim Hajdari
24.
Poem: “LIKE A BIRD”
Poet: Mirjana Stefanicki Antonic
From: Republic of Serbia
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
You spun me
Like a bird in the sky
Will you meet when I fall?
In your hands
Let me melt on the pavement
Or will I soar even higher?
To the heights where I belong
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mirjana Stefanicki Antonic
25.
Poem: LYRICAL STARRY NIGHT.
Author : Bernardete Cavalcanti
Country: Brazil
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
Looking out the window at the starry night,
I am always moved and amazed,
dreaming of being in this surreal universe!
Stars touch me and dance softly,
listening to my lament of pain, since they know of my feelings of love.
It is late at night and they continue to shine there
and my poor heart begins to dream!
My desire is unique and ideal
I want to be yours forever.
Sweet and sensual feeling,
that envelops my body and my mind.
Thinking of you in total ecstasy,
I want only an eternal love,
deep and full of pure feeling
filling my soul, sometimes so absent
I need to strongly envelop my thoughts
and I will never be absent from you again!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Bernardete Cavalcanti
26.
Poem: “Brilliance without identity”
poet: Abdel latif Moubarak
From: Egypt.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
A secret still resides within your eyes, a pearl,
You confessโฆ everything that never was.
You grant the heart a bolt
And should the nights grow too narrow for us to live,
The harvests of passion sometimes lay siege to us.
A sign of somethingโฆ we comprehend itโฆ we touch it,
It lived within the tremors of lightning,
Brilliance Without Identity.
In the silence, the nectar was held,
And the hidden heresy in the burning pulse,
Brandishing the light of longing,
Playing the melody of permanence,
The crowning explosion for the sorrow, stained
With bloodโฆ and with tears.
โฆ.. And still, in your eyes, a joy remains,
Fertile in its rootsโฆ the salvation
For the disappointments of a tragic touch.
And I feel you, in my blood,
The fissures of feelingโs freshness,
For the ground of this seed,
From the ache of the masses,
An existenceโฆ
A being for the sense refined,
From the diaspora of memory.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธAbdel latif Moubarak
27.
Poem: “WHERE CHILDHOOD LIGHTS THE WORLD”
Poet: Sanjit Gupta
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
When I watch children, it feels like I am watching a sunrise.
Nothing loud, nothing rushed,
just light slowly filling the world.
I see them picking flowers and tiny stones,
treating everything like treasure.
Small moments suddenly feel huge,
almost like time slows down for them.
Their laughter
I swear it could shake every mountain on Earth.
It feels too bright and too alive to ever quiet down.
In that moment I stop moving.
I just watch and breathe.
The world feels softer
because children are here.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธSanjit Gupta
28.
Poem: “This’s Not Your World”
Poet: F. Shelton Gonkerwon
From: Liberia, West Africa
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
Certainly, this is not your world
Spiritually, this is not your world
You’re always calling on the Lord
You’re always preaching His word
You bear bigger spiritual sword
You don’t salute & honor the devil
You don’t know how to brew evils
You hate to play dubious games
You love to raise spiritual name
You love to be on the spiritual lane
Hence, this is not your world!!
You have no space in this world!
You can never be loved by this world
You have pure heart and clean hands
You bravely speak truth to sitting power
You desire no satanically made flower
You desire no satanically induced power
You pray all men to enjoy peaceful hours
You prefer reality over and above triviality
You always destest satanically made charm
You never love anything that leads to harm
This world can never be your home!!
Truly, this is not your world!!
You can’t lie; this is not your world
You can’t cheat; this is not your world
You can’t undermine; this is not your world
You’re God-fearing; this is not your world
You’re naturally truthful; this is not your world
You’re straight forward; this is not your world
You’re not cruelly cruel; this is not your world
You hate to blackmail; this is not your world
You’re spiritually fit; this is not your world
You’re Christ loving; this is not your world
You’re very much pure; this is not your world
You’re not devil’s fanatic; this is not your world
You love nothing wordly; this is not your world
You love what’s Godly; this is not your world
You seek justice for all; this is not your world
You’re not self-seeking; this is not your world
This’s not your world!!
Your world is not this cold
Your world is not placed on hold
Your world is very pure like a gold
Your world is young; it never gets old
Your world is fair; it’s spiritually bold
Your world is kind; it has spiritual mind
Your world is fine– produces spiritual wine
Your world is too calm; it shares no harm
Your world hates scammers & loves dreamers
Yes, your world is eagerly awaiting your arrival!!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธF. Shelton Gonkerwon
29.
Poem: “MY BIRTHPLACE”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
From: Albenia.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
As a child it was for me too enigmatic…
Later I understood it is very romantic.
With high mountains and many rivers,
My birthplace contains everything what has the univers!
In meantime it has a beutifull lake,
Who thinks it was ever, really is fake!
The lake and the bridge is younger than me,
They are artificial and builded for gathering waters,
Not only for swimming , but many other matters…
The half of the country has lights of that lake,
It’ s really true, nothing can be fake!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
30.
Poem: “Moment by moment”
Poet: Fadwa Attia
From Egypt
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
Moment by moment
, they said about me that I am a strong girl,
one who cares only about her dreams,
able to plunge into the depths of life,
to face difficult tasks and endure so much.
But they forgot that I am a girl with delicate feelingsโ
I cry like a child
and live moments of happy dreams
with a piece of chocolate and a red rose.
They forgot that I am a human being
before I am an artist.
I love goodness for everyone
and forget my pain in seconds through my love for people.
Yet, no matter what they say,
I will always love people,
and I will never forgetโ
the love of people.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Fadwa Attia
31.
Poem: “Gen Z”
Poet: Fenan ponfa
From: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
Are you gen z:
I’m not of 90s,
but of 20s
the called us,
Gen z’s
With gait up above the knee,
Trousers down below the waist
Skin seduce by ink
Teeth captured in grillz,
We say we grind
Oh,what the generations,
beyond will be
The will say we’re ancient,
As we have called our fathers days
What will the gen z’s,
Beyond look like…
Will the be of this type,
Or of saints
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ fenan ponfa
32.
Poem: “Staying”
Poet: Mohammad Ali Khan Chowdhury
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
You loved meโ
and because you did not leave,
even in breaking
I learned how to stand by leaning in.
When every hand grew tired and pulled away,
yours remainedโ
quiet,
like a final refuge.
I give you a love
that has no pronunciationโ
one that does not become words each day,
but slowly turns into habit.
Each day, to me,
is not a lifetime,
but a rebirth.
When you are beside me,
mountains are no longer mountainsโ
they become only
the courage to rise, slowly.
I have forgotten the word impossible,
because you taught me
that faith means
placing oneself
inside another human being.
I brokeโ
not like shattered glass,
but like broken silence.
Sorrow tore me apart
into scattered darkness,
and then you arrivedโ
you did not fix me,
you simply sat beside me.
That staying
is what saved me.
You did not give me courageโ
you allowed me to feel fear,
but never to be alone.
You loved me in a way
where leaving
was never an option.
So what exists between us today
is not loveโ
it is history.
Because you were
the quiet god of my hardest days,
who said nothing,
yet understood everything.
We needed tears
to know the depth of laughter.
Pain unshared
does not grow loveโ
it only makes it beautiful.
We made each other necessary
through suffering,
through patience, through the courage to stay.
Love asks for spaceโ
to expand,
to strengthen,
to endure.
It does not arrive suddenlyโ
it slowly
becomes human.
Together we will stand
before every obstacleโ
not with screams,
but with faith.
Because we knowโ
a love that has crossed pain
never collapses.
I promiseโ
I will give you
not the excess of my happiness,
but the truth of who I am.
I will love through respect,
keep faith in silence,
and honor presence.
Let our love be like the oceanโ
deep,
strong in its unseen depths,
and calm on the surface.
There is no endโ
because some loves
are not made
for endings.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mohammad Ali Khan Chowdhury
33.
Poem: “BUTTERFLIES”
Poet: Maya Milojkoviฤ
From: Serbia
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
My butterflies are my pets
whom I lead to the pasture of dreams.
They compete in the beauty of their wings
and playfully fly among poppies
that color the meadows red.
They flow through a heavenly symphony
and material observation.
Human curiosity longs to ruin their wings by touch;
they wish to gather the dust of gentle bodies
and hold it in their palms,
yet by doing so, they steal their breath.
How do they not understand?
All beauty is created
to connect us with Divine Beauty,
yet people, out of selfishness,
claim, seize, and imprison it in insectariums
to remind themselves of the beauty
of an already lifeless body.
It is painful to witness
how butterflies suffer
while exposed to a slow dying.
O my beauties, how could I hide you?
How could I breathe life into you
while a pin destroys your bodies?
O my souls, guardians of my flock,
I cannot restrain the joy of your flight,
for it summons misfortune,
nor can I preserve your beauty.
I cry out while my echo
resounds against the cold, nearby mountain.
God, protect these gentle souls
from the lethal human gaze.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Maya Milojkoviฤ
34.
Poem: “The Athenaโs realm”
Poet: Tajalla Qureshi
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
Hovering over the sky, he often replies
to the veracity of wisdom, she Athena
Cherish the preponderance love at miles
Apollo, retains the luxurious arena
For up tides the cacking craves
to the motion of murals
That eagerly awakes the airwaves
Ah! Athena smooch your heavenly pearls
Sometimes, green adores your heart
and Apollo dances with a mirth and March
She, the starfire encircles the melodious art
An affection, a reflection, he starch
An Easel that holders hold in his lap
and tell-tale the illustration of aesthetic lust
Athena, the guardian, aware of traps
As up heals and deals the intimate thrust
And as all that Athena went down
before the nightfall mate
Roll up her furs that immensely round
the peep out over fate
Hails that clasp Apolloโs dignity and affinity
Softly, Slightly, Athena retreats the ravishing realms
over the sea and sky, beyond divinity and infinity
Oโentirely claim the light and delight of his dreams.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Tajalla Qureshi
35.
Poem: “Echo of Inside”
Poet: Allahobhayo Dal.
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
If I were to count the days since you left,
Numbers would escape the grasp of mind, and vanish with the mists.
Time, like the river, flows onward, but her echoes linger.
I forget my dreams, yes, those solitary fantasies of the soul,
Threads of your presence remain within my being.
A nose ring, I purchased, a silent promise,
A hair clip for your curls, a fragile hope,
An anklet, once whispered as a wish
These tokens remain, relics of a devotion that defies the ages.
I hold still that diary, a vessel of memories,
And within its pages, a rose lies pressed, dry and fragile.
Fragrance has surrendered to the winds of time,
Your touch, a phantom sweetness remains alive.
I remember the glance in your eyes, like a beacon in my mind,
A memory laid upon the soul, untouched by the passing years.
Though my love remains as a pure and silent offering at your altar,
Unspoken, and perhaps forever so.
Hundreds of lines stir within my heart, a melody of unwritten words,
A myriad of thoughts, held in suspended animation,
Waiting, still waiting, for a joy that may never be.
Though your station is now elevated, like a distant star,
I remain rooted to that place where you once stood,
Clutching to dreams that fade with each setting sun,
And countless words are forever caught upon my tongue.
My poems, my quotes, all wither like unfed flowers,
Petals curling inward, surrendering to the dust.
My words, seem to possess no worth,
And my hair, like winter’s frost, bears the burden of time.
Yet, within this passage, worn by the seasons,
My heart, still pure, untouched by bitterness,
Continue to love you with the same,
Believing in a bond that transcends the boundaries of existence.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Allahobhayo Dal.
Bio: Internationally renowned Pakistani eminent poet Allahobhayo Dal was born on December 16, 1977 at Khipro, District Sanghar in Sindh Province of Pakistan. He done his master degree in Sociology though he neither went to college nor Varsity but he got his education as external student, he assessed the worth of education in true spirit. He was started writing fairytales in his mother tongue “Sindhi language” since his boyhood. As it published in the different renowned newspapers, literary magazines and little magazines in 90s decade. Now he is familiar as a vibrant poet, author and writer. He received more than 300 hundred appreciations, participation certificates so far on His literary work from across the globe. More than 500 of his poems, prose and short stories have been published in the global literary magazines, newspapers as well as. it is included in huge number of anthologies over the world.
36.
Poem: “HIDE ME SOMEWHERE !”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
So beautiful are your eyes
And I am their hardcore fan
My lips do chant your name
Words from your lips spread
As though scents of flowers
Please hide me somewhere
This world cannot find me
Your long hair is so beautiful
I want to make a castle there
To share it with you forever.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai
37.
Poem: “The Waning of Existential Colors:”
Poet: Ahmed Farooq Baidoon
From: Egypt
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
Behold โ Adamite vanguards and balladeers โ that woof of atmosphere,
Things fall apart, threads of nothingness prevail, let alone tumultuous fear,
That divine incandescent celestial bygone sun โ call it fanning a flame;
No sign of equinox, yet a litany of turmoil, a travesty – a fallible human to blame.
Call it a vicious filament wiping out every color,
Call it an abject cowardice obliterating valor,
Call it a push that never comes to shove,
Is there any incumbent room in this world for love?
I wonder again and paint my sapling,
On a venerable portrait, I pigment my longing,
No gleam of mercy but vanity humankind reflect,
No trail for verdant, yet dark loom inflect.
With abrupt wind, my tethered dreams dimmed,
It was a congregational rite of an elegy hymned.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Ahmed Farooq Baidoon
38.
Poet: “Hersh Sinjawi”
Poem: “Love is like that!!”
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
From this point on,
my speech will be a message
for everyone.
It is a definition.
But what must this definition be?
On the surface,
it may seem no different
for anyone,
unless one lives only for oneself.
For some people,
you may find yourself falling!
Is love like that?
It is all heart,
and it decides!
For others,
Is that what love is?
On the surface, it may seem mad,
and even within!
This world is at your feet.
Is that love?
They stopped at the surface.
That is what the heart is:
soaring,
winged!
It does not rest.
That is the definition of hearts.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Herish Sinjawi
39.
Poem: “MAKE MERRY”
Poetry: OBaka OKolo
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
MAKE MERRY
Make merry, yes make merry
Amidst life storms, it comes and goes only for a while.
Why spend time on worry?
Worship the good tidings, aren’t they more than the storms?
Say no more, and make merry.
So let’s make merry and dance into the dawn,
Untold and new, a story waiting to be written by me and you.
Make merry, yes make merry.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธOBaka OKolo
40.
Poem: “LET ME DREAM”
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti.
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday, 13 January 2026.
Dreaming and thinking like adventure.
Let me dream
to discover the Man who hides within me!
No book can be read separated from its Author!
The costs of the times are heavy.
May your disagreement about misery embolden you!
How much foolishness, my God, can we still bear to burden ourselves with?
We are suffocated by allergenic stupidity….
I resist those who are allergic to intelligence….
To those who are immune to stupidity….
If you are an “anyone” you are a “Nobody”!
If you don’t doubt, you will never reach certainty….
From what you hear:
don’t believe anything!….
And from what you see: believe half!…
Say that I misheard….
that my eyes are laughing at me…
that your eyesight has become weak!…
Confidence will always betray you!..
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธMaria Kolovou Roumelioti.
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