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01.
Poem: “YOU FADE AWAY”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER.
From: Türkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

Just once step out of someone’s space,
a friend, a soul you used to embrace;
no greeting comes, no voice to say
a simple “hello”… you fade away.

To leave a world is not to die,
yet smiles that warmed you pass you by;
those tender looks, that gentle light
they had an end, they lost their sight.

At every road’s uncertain end,
you choose a turn, you cannot mend;
and worlds will choose their course as well,
though you resist, though you rebel.
You sigh in silence, lost in gray,
then curse at fate along the way
as if your final hour’s at play,
you slowly, softly fade away.

Your eyes become a waiting road,
your ears still seek a distant code;
old wounds within your heart arise,
like echoes under broken skies.
Where ruined halls hear owls complain,
you search your yesterdays in vain.

Your thoughts like misty mountains grow,
your soul like autumn vines laid low;
the harvest gone, the colors stray
and like the fall, you fade away.

You’ll have many friends in life,
but one true soul will cut like a knife;
and many loves may come your way,
yet one “Aslı” will forever stay.
The one you burn for, deep and true,
like Kerem’s flame that once you knew;
though never joined, still in your heart,
they live, a light that won’t depart.

That love still shines within your eyes,
a guiding flame that never dies;
you search for those you left behind,
through years that wander in your mind.
You build a world that’s not quite real,
a place where memories still feel;
you seek them there, both night and day,
perhaps you’ll find them on the way…

You wait for hours, hearts in sway,
for just one word, one “hello” to stay
but silence answers, cold and gray…
and once again,
you fade away.
Mustafa Naci ÖZER

02.
Poem: “Time”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

Your time is now;
Just utilize your time.
Now is your time;
feel your time.
Your time is now;
just love nature,
Now is your time;
love your family.
Your time is now;
love your neighbor.
Now is your time;
Love and respect your teacher.
Your time is now;
Love your friends.
Now is your time;
Love your country.
Your time is now;
Love yourselves.
Now is your time;
Love and conquer the world.
Afroza Jesmine

03.
NOTHING IS EVER GONE
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Australia. Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

a few arrive like storms
a few fade gradually
a few remain inside your eyes
a few drift into the ocean
a few stay with the mountain
a few sing a tune for years later
a few ignite entire inner worlds
a few dim the candles
a few cradle me into the world of dream
a few pull me toward restless dawns
a few tighten my heartbeats
a few help me learn to forget
a few truths I embrace gently
a few wander through his thoughts
a few wait patiently for years
a few become something lasting
a few vanish and forget to say goodbye
a few turn into maps I follow
a few dissolve into myth
a few settle beneath it all
a few rise and fall like waves
a few remind me
nothing is ever truly gone
Vo Thi Nhu Mai

04.
Poem: “Friends “
Poet:EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece 🇬🇷
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

Hearts understand eachother
Maybe distance
Make appart
But the heart knows
The beauty
The kindness
The integrity

Friends is sacred word
Rare the person
They find friends in life
Because they are blessed by
God
Friendship is a virtue
EVA Petropoulou Lianou.

05.
Poem: “One Curry Shop of Kirtipur Tanglaphat:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma.
From: Nepal Kirtipur
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

Yesterday when I went to curry shop.
I had gone there without much pocket money that I had left purse in the room.
I had bought a carrot but five rupees were left because I had only 20.
It was because I had left my purse in room.
When I had bought a carrot he joked roughly to my incomplete paisa of carrot.
I do not seek money.
That shop was in Tanglaphat.
They do not respect the students, teachers and poets.
Not to have five rupees is not matter of shame.
The uncivilized words of uneducated seek only money having expensive price or seek money minded behaviour.
Such corrupted curry shop should be paused to do business.
Few uneducated do not know how to speak with home.
Their speech seems as of rough unethical corrupted person’s voice.
They sold curry taking much benefit.
Think money is not everything.
It is just to exchange with materials.
©Til Kumari Sharma.

06.
Poem: “WE ARE WAITING”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

For a real Spring
We need more understanding.
There are so many interwiuos,
But the same news…
We are not waiting for any paradies,
But we pray for real peace:
At least for children to bring safety,
It is our priority.
Not anymore to bring them in danger to die for bread,
This situation looks more than bad.
We wait everyday something to change
And can’ t joke with tragedies on this age!
Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.

07.
Poem: “Become Love Itself”
Poet: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
From: China.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

Everyone craves a beam of light
To dispel the haze lingering in the corners of the soul

Everyone longs for a glimmer of hope
To ignite the courage to smile through the present moment

Everyone yearns for a touch of warmth
To soothe the heart burdened with unspeakable bitterness

Everyone wishes for a word of encouragement
To meet the better self that is destined to shine

The most irresistible force in the human heart
Is never thousands of troops and horses
But —— Love

Rather than chasing love relentlessly
Better to become love itself
Human beings have two births
One is the physical birth
The other is the awakening of the soul
When the soul awakens
You will no longer seek love
But become love
Create love

When the soul awakens
You begin to truly live

On the day you become love
You will no longer pursue
No longer crave
No longer expect

The ultimate meaning of happiness
Is not finding those you love
Or being loved by others
But —— become love itself

A person who truly loves themselves
Has the power of love
To love others and this world
Dear friend
Open your heart completely

When you open wide
What arrives first is light and love
Not harm
—— For light is the fastest
Love is the highest
When you become love
All the beauty you yearn for
Will surge towards you

When you become love
There flows an endless source of loving energy
Nurturing yourself
Moistening others
When you become love
No need to fear the future
Heaven has the best plan
—— Predestined love comes naturally
© 2026 by Lanxin.

08.
Poem: “To My Dearest Child”
Poet: Wan Yilong
Translated by Lan Xin
From: China.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

My dearest child
Your arrival
After my fate has wandered and risen and fallen
Is heaven’s most precious gift to me in this life
After I have given all my tenderness
Is heaven and earth’s most perfect grace in return
May you have a carefree childhood
I will give you all I have in this life

May you have the warmest and kindest smile
May you have the sturdiest and most reliable arm
May you have the most careful and gentle protection
May you have the longest and warmest companionship
And above all, a clear and bright heart

May you grow freely with an open heart
Transparent, peaceful, upright, and calm
With an awakened soul
Embrace all things with love and compassion

May you know true affection in the world
And pursue the cause your heart truly desires
May you have a happy home and a fulfilled life
May you also have your own beloved children

The universe is vast, like a sea of wisdom
The world flows on, like a dream
Life on earth is a spiritual journey
Only awakening and compassion
Only great love and peace
Can lead us to eternal light

Life is colorful and impermanent
With love and hate, joy and sorrow, parting and meeting
Every setback is a refinement of life
Every experience is a sublimation of the soul

My dear child
May you grow through trials
May you grow strong through hardships

You may be an ordinary person
Living an ordinary and free life

You may also be a wise soul
Strive for the awakening of humanity
Stand for the peace of the world
Establish a heart for heaven and earth
Establish life for the people
Carry on the wisdom of the ancient sages
Open peace for all ages

My dearest child
Please always remember
I am your forever strongest support
As lofty as the mountain
As vast as the sea

No matter how far you go
No matter how high you fly
My love
Will always wait for you
Shining with the sun and moon
Existing with heaven and earth
© Wan Yilong 2026.

09.
Poem: “Mom, I Only Want to Be with You”
Poet: Luo Qianxuan
Translated by Lan Xin
From: China.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

Dear Mom
I really want to play joyfully at the amusement park
But if I have to leave you to go there
I would rather not go at all

Dear Mom
I really want to laugh and chat happily with my good friends
But if I have to leave you to meet them
I would rather not go at all

Dear Mom
I really want to see the wonderful world outside
But if I have to leave you to set off
I would rather not go at all

Dear Mom
I really have so many places I want to visit
many friends I want to play with
many things I want to do

But if all of these
come at the cost of leaving you
I would rather give up everything
—just to stay quietly by your side

For
no matter how big how beautiful how wonderful the world outside may be
it can never compare
to even one second of warmth and peace by your side

Only where you are can I feel at peace
Only where you are is my true home

Dear Mom
the thing I want most in my whole life
—is to be with you
and never part!
Luo Qianxuan

10.
Poem: “the way we were”
Poet: Mary Garde
From: Vancouver Island
restore the world the way it was
it might not be ideal
people once had their culture
people had their show
everyone one from ever where had a costume
a dance
others came from every where just to see the differences
there isn’t a country in the world didn’t have a way to display their individual way
now we have so many places distorted by war
cities crumbled no longer inhabitable
we are all afraid to go explore
Mary Garde

11.
Poem: “Human”
Poet: Juraeva Aziza Rakhmatovna.
From: Uzbekistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

I am but a helpless human being,
So many trials have passed over my head.
Sometimes I was right, sometimes mistaken,
Time itself would smile, then weep instead.
I endured it all in silent patience,
My body crumbled like grains of sand.
My enemies laughed at my condition,
They scattered stones along my path.
Through these trials my back was bent,
Yet I carried my dreams within my soul.
Never once did I look behind,
In striving forward, I found strength once more.
Aziza Jorayeva

12.
Poem: “Between Languages, Between Lives”
Poet: Xhuli Spahiu
From: Kosovo 🇽🇰
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

I carried my home with me
in a suitcase that wouldn’t quite close,
its corners spilling memories
like clothes that still smelled of longing.

At the airport, I left part of my name behind,
only the half that could be pronounced was called.
the rest stayed there,
in a language still waiting for me.

Foreign streets do not recognize me,
they look at me like a map without a legend,
no one knows how to read
the signs that remain on my face.

I work by day for a life that isn’t mine,
at night I build another one
with bricks of memory
that collapse the moment I wake.

And every morning I dress in patience,
like a coat that doesn’t quite fit,
but I have to wear it
until it learns the shape of my skin.

In the end, I understand —
I didn’t just leave a place,
but a version of myself
I once knew without translation.

Now I live between two worlds,
one I dream,
the other I translate.
Autor: Xhuli Spahiu

13.
Poem: “The Kermes Oak”
Poet: Panagiota P. Lampri.
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

At the root of an ancient tree
the old father sits, absorbed in thought;
his legs no longer hold him,
and the slow, faint pulses
of his heart
foretell the end.
His gaze,
lost in the vastness
of the horizon,
now and then turns back,
resting on the half-bare branches
of the solitary kermes oak,
and he murmurs:
− Fierce suns we weathered
in the years of youth!
Yet when winter comes
and our hair turns white,
death, a ruthless storm,
uproots all things.
The oak felt the sorrow
of the aged father,
who, all alone, awaited
the dark horseman;
it stirred its branches,
worn now with age,
and knew that in its own ending
it too would stand alone.
Panagiota P. Lampri.

14.
Poem: “Bones in Dust, Hope in Heart “
Poet: Wamahira Hamman
From:
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

Society collapses into a hush—
day and night stitched with the same silence.
Even the dark arrives trembling,
carrying a tired kind of fear.

Each morning, men unlearn their names
and answer only to the shovel.
The earth opens without protest.
Mothers sit with grief that has no language.

Classrooms gather dust like abandoned prayers;
roads forget the memory of footsteps
and surrender themselves to weeds.

Doors close early now—
before the sun can witness too much.
The village square, once loud with stories,
has swallowed its own voice.

Who counts the widows?
Who names the children left behind?
Dear FG—
this was not the shape of freedom
we imagined beyond broken chains.
Still—
the soil remembers courage.
It keeps the echo of those who stood.

And someday,
peace will return quietly,
walking these roads
as though it never left.
Wamahira Hamman

15.
Poem: “Religion”
Poet: B. S. Tyagi
From: India
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

Religion – a luminous celestial stream
Flows stately from the highest plane
Of pure Consciousness, a seat of the soul
Awakening of the inmost energy
Driving away all that clutters the mind
Then, the light of awareness spreads
Transforming the vessel into a new one –
That brims over with pure love and joy
Embracing all existence in the universe
Nothing remains but sheer bliss.
If religion kindles bitterness in mortal hearts
And scatters them like dry autumn leaves
That is no religion – only a hollow word
Betrays the human noble spirit.

16.
Poem: “The Spider’s Dance on the Ashes of Emotion”
Poet: Mufid Nabzo
From: Syria, Mahardah
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

The roof of my soul… its stones corrode, its cement cracks,
its dreams peel away
slowly, slowly…

and its visions stretch into emptiness.
The mute iron bars
have absorbed the moisture of feeling…
they rusted, decayed under winter’s frost… its corners pierced with sensations,
around which the spider’s threads dance…
the cocoons of spiders laugh at a helpless dream
clinging to defeat in the age of the shattered crystalline man.
A mocking absurdity,
a blood-stained circus, bulls roaming the arena…
the world is mad, obsessed with its hired sadistic urges,
its pastime scattered papers,
trapped in the cavern of fear, stench, and pitch…
Ah, O broom of the soul!
If only your straw were stronger than my solitude,
and your bristles longer than my doubts…
I would sweep away my wings and the ugliness of my desires,
and from the threads of the spider I wove
a new coat for a poem trembling in the frost,
before its droplets of feeling freeze
at the adolescence of its whims…
and in the suffocating instant,
the wolf of desire is reborn from my final ash.
Mufid Nabzo

17.
Poem:FULL MOON NIGHT
Poet: Jagoda Sablić
From: Croatia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

Full Moon night
The night gently embraced the city.
Only the Moon was a witness,
illuminating the city streets, looking
for loving faces among the passersby.
On a full Moon night two lovers
hold hands.
A gentle whisper of love is heard,
while the Moon illuminates their
faces.
Lips on lips, hair intertwined
with a golder veil, the Moon witness
of one love.
On the night of full Moon love is born.
The Moon shines with happiness and
clouds disappear in the distance like
gray ships, and stars shyly twinke with
their brilliance.
Love was born during the full Moon.

18.
Poem: “The First Light Within- “
Poet: Sipra Debnath
From: India
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

In the silence after countless storms,
I heard a whisper not of the world, but mine
A trembling truth, long buried deep
Rising gently through the cracks of time.
I had searched in distant skies,
In faces, in echoes, in fleeting dreams-
Yet all along, in my depth
Lived a light with golden beams.
It did not shout, it did not demand
It waited with patient grace!
Through nights of doubt and weary tears,
It never once erased my place.
The broken mirrors I once believed,
Now shimmer with a softened glow
For every shard reflects a truth—
That I was whole, I just didn’t know.
The world outside still hums its noise,
Still pulls and pushes endlessly,
But somewhere deep, a calm is born-
A quiet, sacred clarity.
I am not the fear I carried,
Nor the shadows that passed me by,
I am the dawn that slowly rises,
Painting hope across my sky.
Sipra Debnath

19.
Poem: “What a Creation!”
Poet: DR. Narendra Gadge
From: Nagpur, Maharashtra, India
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

15April26©narendra
What should I write?
Now my pen is unmovable,
My feelings have dried
My lips are now unspeakable.

Till today my mind and heart
Gave me fertility of words,
Those words were of;
Love, affection and of bards.

My words of intense feelings;
Brought me glory and name,
My few words assisted me
To earn unimagined fame.

Many say, ” poets are mad”
To some extent;they may be right,
Without madness one can do nothing
For a single word; the poet has to fight.

A genuine poet has to
Gather his scattered emotions,
When these emotions spilled on paper
Readers applaud;what a creation!
Prof. Dr. Narendra Gadge

20.
Poem: “HAPPINESS”
Poet: Sarvinoz Tuliyeva
From: Uzbekistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

Someone would say that happiness is beautiful,
I never believed it before.
I was even afraid to dream
I was a shy girl, a fairy.
I would read without looking up from a book,
And write new poems.
Looking for happiness in a fairy tale,
Sometimes I would lose my mind and consciousness.

Joy floats inside a book,
The words of steps towards happiness.
If you have a peaceful, calm family,
There is no greater happiness than that.
Sarvinoz Tuliyeva

21.
Poem: “The magic of my thoughts “
Poet: Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: Luton UK 🇬🇧
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 21 April 2026.

Silver feather flew in
It calmly fell on the desk
On which thoughtful supported by hands
Thought ran through new verses
I looked at the feather
What I see I was speechless
The feather began to grow
Until it became a goose feather

Inkwell appeared out of nowhere
Gold ink appeared in him
The pen slipped into my hand
The ink was taken from the inkwell

The papyrus magically unfolded
The pen laid a thin gold ribbon
On it the verses were created by
It didn’t stop until it was over

The pen guided my hand
My thought on papyrus was created by
A white owl flies in through the window
On my shoulder he sits
Golden letters ignite with fire
A fiery phoenix creating
Which soars above the papyrus
Watching me closely

Lifts me high up
Above the sunrise-gilded clouds
I look at a flaming bird
In the golden shield of the disappearing sun

A white wolf jumped out of the clouds
He walked slowly towards me
The white owl on my shoulder saw
He sat down straight in the eyes, looked

The bright light lit up
We were all blinded
I heard the flapping of wings
I saw a white pigeon

He soared over us like that
He emanated his light
With the wolf we ran through the clouds
We felt the warmth from the pigeon in our hearts
Then we heard a voice from above
We understood the message clearly
Only human hearts are purified
Humanity will lead to unity in hearts
Author’s letter:
If man does not purify his heart, humanity will be doomed to self-destruction. Therefore, we need to start with the transformation of ourselves.
Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek

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