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01.
Poem: “THE WORLD I WANDER”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER
From: Türkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

A garden of heaven,
Filled with roses bright,
A fountain of affection
Flowing through every tongue in sight.

An endless ocean
Within the eyes so deep—
The wondrous world I wander,
A treasure mine to keep…

A gentle melody
That echoes in my ears,
A tender touch so softly
On my skin appears.

A pleasant drifting fragrance
That fills my breath within—
The wondrous world I wander,
Where all delights begin…

A distant road
That carries me away,
An innocent face
That steals my soul each day.

A sacred love
That enters through the heart—
The wondrous world I wander,
Where all my dreams take part…
Mustafa Naci ÖZER.



02.
Poem: “I LEARN MYSELF”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Australia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

turning the pages
a colour finds its way
sing through the ages
I turn from day to day
research thoroughly for the mind I grow
and feel the green seeds of knowing sow

walk in the learning
now certain, then unsure
walk with the yearning
to understand the more
tell myself the path is deep and wide
and know each doubt is walking at my side

stand in the insight
small truths begin to rise
stand in the new light
clear in thoughtful eyes
one future day, the mind reshapes the mind
thought builds on thought, and leaves the dark behind
Vo Thi Nhu Mai.



03.
Poem: “Beautiful”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

Brand new car is beautiful,
Each people like it.
All creation of Allah are most beautiful.
Umbrella is beautiful when it save us from rain.
Trees are beautiful when they give us fruits and flower.
Ink-pot is beautiful when it is full of ink;
Fairies are beautiful because of their wings.
Ugly birds are also beautiful for it’s sweet voice.
love is beautiful when we have lost it.
Afroza Jesmine.



04.

Story: “King without Kingdom “
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou.
From: Greece 🇬🇷
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

Once upon a time there was a King without Kingdom
Every day he wakes up and he was talking a walk in the garden.
The birds were singing,
Here , here comes the King without Kingdom
And the peacock repeat
Here here comes the King without Kingdom

The King keep walking until he arrives in the lake.
Beautiful roses and tulips and jasmine were around the lake.
The king approached his face to the surface of the lake and he asked the water

When my Kingdom will come to me?
When the time to rule will arrive?

The water didn’t answer
But two orange fishes come out of the water
and respond to the King

When’ the Sun and the Moon will meat each other
When humanity will stop killing his brother and sister
When they are going to be no poor in this world
When the Peace will rule the entire planet
You master
You will have a Kingdom.
EVA Petropoulou Lianou.




05.
Poem: “Unethical Love and Society:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: West Nepal
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

How is love ?
Love is dismissed.
Love is kidnapped by an unethical source.
It is kidnapped by others.
Is it love that someone’s husband is loved by another’s wife ?
Is someone’s wife loved by another male ?
It is right ?
Someone’s lover is married by another woman.
The beloved of tears is not respected well.
Is it love of truth there?
Is it love of one truth ?
Is love bought by tall city houses and gold?
Love is only in true heart and truth.
This unethical world makes me live in alienation.
The false blaming of the enemy should be fired.
False criticism of the enemy to me should be fired.
This unethical love damages our life of innocence.
Is there love of respect?
So, I will never be in love the second time.
I never touch and look at any males for the deceptive love of false hiding.
I hate false talkative or critics of mine.
I love my virgin body, heart and soul standing from the grave of false love.
My tears in false love draw the art of eternity.
I don’t like even the false touch of any male and female.
© Til Kumari Sharma



06.
Poem: “THE THIN HREADS OF MY SOUL”
Poet: Jagoda Sablić
From: Croatia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

I weave the web of love
With the threads of my soul.
In it I plant a flower for
every child.
My soul is restless, war is
All around us.
My heart cries, sending
Love to the world.
Let the war end.
Enough of death, enough of
war , let peace on the Planet
reing.
I weave the threads of my soul
Into the web of love.
I want to protect every child
In it.
My soul cries for death and war.
I want it to sing in peace and
Freedom every day.
That’s I write this song to fly
Like a free bird, so stop the
Senseless war.
That’s nor do I weave my soul
Into a web of love and peace,
May every man and every child
On this Planet be happy.
Jagoda Sablić



07.
Poem:Knitting made with threads of thought
Poet: Bania Sofia
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

An ethereal breath of ideas
touches the mind and heart and
gives birth to flowing words
that gushes forth light and hope.
Even the pauses –
cracks in the veil of the mind –
where the ineffable breathes-
the thoughts that float are tied with a spider’s thread.
And all together, thin and indelible
in the loom of silence and dream
they weave a knitting of memory and anticipation.
Each knitting leaves its mark
like an engraved star, an imprint of the mind
that remembers dreams that preceded speech.
Within this knitting
breathes the very existence and truth of our inner world.
And inspiration dances airily with the light
shining every dark path
and ignites sparks of creation in the sky of the soul.
©Bania Sofia



08.
Poem: “the old is forgotten”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

it’s all gone
the past as it was
that familiar glint
is not there no longer
that warm sharp memory sunk down deep
that spark that rang true
of how it was
is not around to bring
a shiver tugging
at your heart strings
everything is new now
no longer will I be
familiar with a soul mate
no longer will there be
joining with you me
the old is so old
there is no old left
to remember
Mary Garde.



09.
Poem: “A Heart Weary of Waiting”
Poet: Aziza Jorayeva
From: Uzbekistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

My nights pass sleepless,
I miss you — yet you never come.
No message in the letters,
In your love, I’ve fallen deeply ill.
From which place should I seek you,
My pomegranate-faced beauty among the stars?
For years I waited on purpose,
Alas… I burned in the pain of your absence.
Even ice cannot cool
The bridge of you, like a dagger.
My heart never tires for you,
Your love has left its mark.
I lost my life,
My fortune left with you.
O dark-browed one,
Within my pain, I am destroyed.
Aziza Jorayeva



10.
Poem: “THE FIGHT”
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

Not everyone participates in the battle….
Some surrender, prematurely, their weapons!..
Some count the dead….
Some fire bullets….
And some remain
civilian combatants…..

But, not even in the truce,
does everyone shake hands
for a common greeting.

Some scratch wounds…
Others scratch pencils…
and others count
movements and steps
in the opposite camp…
With the slogan ready:
Now the fight is above all!




11.
Poem: “Sunday Arrived”
Poet: Xhuli Spahiu
From: Kosovo 🇽🇰
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

Sunday arrives like a gentle breath
upon the tired shoulders of the week,
like a hand that does not ask,
but understands.

The city speaks more slowly today,
the streets take a deep breath,
windows open like drowsy eyes
searching for light, not haste.

Coffee is no longer just coffee
it is an excuse to pause time,
to listen to the thoughts
we usually postpone for tomorrow.

Sunday asks for nothing,
no victories, no grand plans
only your simple presence
in this quiet moment.

And perhaps,
in its soft silence,
it teaches us without words
how to be a little more
ourselves.
Xhuli Spahiu



12.
Poem: “In My Heart, a Mosque”
Poet: Muammar Alsufyani
From: Yemen 🇾🇪
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

They asked me about paradise,
I said:
Bliss.
They asked me about hell…
I said:
My heart.
In my inner self, a mosque calls to the truth..
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
And You are the prayer
within it .
Muammar Alsufyani


13.
Poem: “LATE LOVE”
Poet: Jakhongir NOMOZOV
From: Uzbekistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 31 March 2026.

I loved you—
to forgive,
yet found myself in a place
where forgiveness could not reach.
My hands were not for you,
they opened only in prayer
to stay in love.
I said, when I arrived,
“You will mend my wounds,”
but instead you opened my heart
and turned it into a vast
bleeding sore.
I waited for your balm,
yet you—named my illness:
“Separation,”
and with that name
you hurt me even more…
I saw my dreams in your eyes,
yet to forget them,
I looked at your lips.
First, you conquered my heart,
in the end, I became
a prisoner of your love.
I wept for you—
in every tear, a fragment of affection,
in every sigh, a great truth.
And now—
when I leave, saying,
“I’ll tend my own wounds,”
the hardest blow
is your
“too-late love.”
Jakhongir NOMOZOV

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