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01.
Poem: “AGED SECRET”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER.
From: Türkiye.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
Damn… I could never tell you I loved you.
I thought the days were endless,
Yet my horizon darkened far too soon.
I gazed into your eyes
As though I were diving into eternity,
But you spread your wings and flew away,
Like a timid dove.
We were only guests
In a place that belonged to someone else.
“I must know my place,” I whispered.
I never let my fugitive glances be caught;
I hid them skillfully
In the deepest chamber of my heart.
The burning warmth of my love
Made me forget
The weary anguish of every road I walked,
Even the thorns
That pierced my feet.
Loneliness wrapped itself around me,
Like twilight falling
In the middle of the day.
Yet I kept making wishes.
I never counted
How much time had passed.
I sowed patience
In the fields of my heart,
Only to harvest sorrow.
Every moment I was close to tears
Was witnessed by silent rocks,
By ruined houses
That became my confidants.
Fate lay in ambush,
Leaving me alone
With my love, my journey, and my fears.
At every stop
Where my longing grew stronger,
Countless stolen emotions
Were carried away by the wind.
They scattered
Like the storms of autumn,
Like broken kites
Whose strings had snapped,
Never to return.
It was the love of my childhood,
The dream I cherished most.
Within my tiny heart
It was an entire world.
And still…
I could never tell you
That I loved you.
©® Mustafa Naci ÖZER
02.
Poem: “Pain is a force.”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh 🇧🇩.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
Pain is a force.
When you feel pain,
please remain calm and still.
Pain is a force.
Pain is not a pit where light goes to be lost;
rather, it is the dark, fertile soil of the forest floor.
When grief tears through your heart, it does not leave you empty;
instead, it expands the inner space of your soul.
Pain is a force.
Every teardrop you shed is a silent act of defiance;
In a world where everything is growing increasingly numb and cold,
You refuse to yield to that apathy.
Suffering strips away the clamor and artificiality of the surface of life,
Revealing the authentic and unbroken core of your true self.
Pain is a force.
In the stillness of the night, heartbreak teaches you a lesson in silence;
A silence deeper than the tranquility of any peaceful day.
You learn to carry burdens that once seemed destined to crush you;
You move forward with slow yet steady steps.
Pain is the flame that burns fragile illusions to ash,
Leaving behind only what is true and real.
Pain is a force.
It compels you to look directly into the darkness and
Realize that the flame is actually held in your own hand.
Joy may give you wings to soar in the sky,
But sorrow gives you the roots that keep you steadfast even amidst fierce storms.
Pain is a force.
To feel something deeply is a form of silent courage; One that many spend their entire lives trying to avoid.
After overcoming the pain of losing something dear, you discover
That your soul cannot be easily broken.
Darkness teaches the eyes to see those subtle things
That others pass by without even noticing.
Pain is a form of strength.
A wounded heart does not signify weakness; rather, it means
You were brave enough to throw the doors of your heart wide open.
Empathy or compassion is born from the very ashes of our own heartbreak;
And it binds us deeply to one another.
Pain is a form of strength.
When you feel pain,
Please remain calm and steady;
There is no need to hide your scars,
For every mark upon your body is, in fact, a testament to a victory.
Pain is a force.
Just as the heaviest iron is forged in an intensely hot furnace,
So too is the strongest soul shaped in the fire of grief.
When pain speaks, it speaks the truth;
And that truth shatters the veil of illusion that envelops us.
Pain is a force.
Do not carry that pain as a burden to be borne forever;
Instead, embrace it as a beacon that lights the path ahead.
Rising from the profound depths of silence,
Emerge far more refined, wise, and strong than before.
Pain is not the end of your story,
But rather the hidden strength that makes you invincible.
Pain is a force.
When you feel pain,
please remain calm and steady.
©® Afroza Jesmine.
03.
Poem: “what’s real”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
what’s real
what one of your poems
do you review
when there’s noone
there only you
are you able to turn a sad
poem into a smile
would it begin to be a smile
then tears roll
down your face
I’m finding it so very hard to hide my sadness
behind a smile
my eyes covered in tears there is no way
I can make my words say one thing make it read
I’m filled with joy
I can’t seem
to do it that way
I can only show sad
or happiness
when each poem reads your going to see
authentically
words I see
©® Mary Garde.
04.
Poem: “LEGEND”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
They say the moon is waiting for the stars
She knows it longs for her, near and far
A cup is raised filling with fragrance
The night become golden enough
To hide the truth inside its magical desire
She walks along the river
Wearing a robe woven from moonlight
She forgets to leave footprints behind
Except in his heart
The moon keeps drifting its dreamy shyness
Settling like pollen on the petals of the eyes
She drinks the distance between what is lost
And what still returns
whenever a full moon touches the earth
If love is a legend, it survives
because someone still whispers into the wind
She lifts the moon like an ancient vintage
Letting its fire bloom through her soul
Until memory itself
becomes the last beautiful passion
©® Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
05.
Poem: “I need to write a poem”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou.
From: Greece .
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
A poem that will serve as peacekeeper
Between the God And Humanity
Between the brothers and sisters
Between my self and my mood
I need to find the verses
Be completely different from the past
And so new to fit in the present
Need to have one truth
Justified and accepted
Need to write a new story
A new book about the life
Every single day is a new discovery
People become evil
Failure earn in so many levels
And love is replaced with food
People are divided
Between those who love the food
Between those who love the humanity
Need to write a poem about the fear
And the dark
But many of stars are shining
So must not afraid of darkness. But definitely need to re organize in our mind what the unknown is like?
People are divided
Between those who love the food
Between those who love the humanity
Is so, difficult to think with the stomach full
People forgot to love and they become
Slaves of their stomach
Little servants of this great stomach
That cannot filter anything
Poetry unites people
Poetry travels more fast than the unknown words, that remain unborn
In the mind of an author…
Need to write a poem
About the happiness
The smile of the childrens
The journey that never ends….
Who is the captain of the boat??
©® Eva Petropoulou Lianou 
06.
Poem: “SECRETS OF METAPHYSICS”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
In the deepest depths,
where there is neither place nor time,
metaphysics ripples like gentle waves
hiding behind it the secrets of the universe.
It is the mystery that envelops existence,
and perhaps it is the eternal question no one answers.
Are we thoughts dwelling within the body,
or bodies trying to understand thoughts?
What is the truth of the shadow that follows us?
Are we part of this universe,
or is the universe a part of us?
Questions with no resolution,
yet we seek them between the letters of silence.
Metaphysics is what tempts
the mind to go beyond its own limits,
to search within the infinite for what it sees without seeing,
to reach with its hands toward unknown shores,
to dive into the sea of meaning in an attempt to grasp the unknown.
But can a human truly perceive what lies beyond existence?
Or will truth remain distant,
like a lost planet in a galaxy our eyes
cannot behold?
©® TAGHRID BOU MERHI
07.
Poem: “Tears in Alienation: “
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma.
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
Really tears are alienated friends.
Relief after tears in hidden space.
Sharing pain with tears with memory of disrespect.
Really at night when the tear sharing is there.
Life is short.
We do not know who is ours and who is not.
Tears come unknowingly.
So, life is a puzzled wave.
Relief sitting at night and sharing the pinched heart.
I do not know who supports me or not.
©® Til Kumari Sharma
08.
Poem: “Say: It Is Love”
Poet: Reema Hamza.
From: Syria.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
My goblet, its taste shut-eyed,
and my heart
the thought of your palm.
Open your prophecy upon my covenants—
I am the bearer of wonder.
And seal with musk
the splendor of histories well-versed in weeping.
Recite to love its appointed hour:
Are not the bells of wheat-ears
Joseph’s laughter?
I hid you from the assembly of poets,
O my virgin word,
and with Surah Maryam
I caressed the palm tree of your love.
The swings,
as they speak to children,
pain me…
I never knew childhood
as joy would have it.
My father died early
and left the morning
bowed beneath the weight of a wounded orchard.
And my mother
bakes the days
without the salt of rest,
close to my silence.
A treacherous lifetime
wears the Most Beautiful Names as rings,
reviles my branch
and alters my taste.
My voice, resting in your heart,
is pure of lineage.
So come
to the intuition of lineages
stretching far through our love,
that I may prostrate in gratitude
upon the embers of rhymes.
Indeed, the soul is ever-commanding toward love,
and in the intentions of clay
the statures of roses flutter.
©® Reema Hamza.
09.
Poem: “Boundless Love Begins with a Reverent Heart”
Poet: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei).
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
Though numerous worldly rules regulate our behaviour
none can rival a reverent heart
Reverence acts as our inner‑set code of conduct
separate from constraints imposed by society and other individuals
An ancient Chinese proverb states “Divine beings stand three feet above one’s head”
Every thought conceived and every action performed
is entered into an invisible scroll of merits and faults between heaven and earth
People may harbour petty private schemes
yet the universe maintains its impartial grand reckoning
Good causes bring good rewards
evil causes bring evil rewards
When the destined moment arrives
karma proves undeniably real
Gazing upward to the sky we grasp our own insignificance
looking down to the ground we perceive our superficiality
Revere heaven earth and the whole universe
revere every living creature
and you shall receive nourishment from all creations
Humans are infinitesimal amid the boundless cosmos
The spiritual essence of all living things may even exceed that of mankind
To honour every living being
iis fundamentally to honour oneself
Love is the light of all creations
as well as the high‑dimensional energy that connects humankind to the universe
May my dearest one
forever cherish a reverent heart
wherever your sight reaches
boundless love unfolds
©® Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
10.
Poem: “Be my sea!”
Poet: Jagoda Sablić.
From: Croatia.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
BE MY SEA!
Wrap me in the the blue
Gossamer of foam.
Hold me gently, gently,
While the sea’s harp
Softly plays the melody
Of love from depths.
Kiss me with your waves,
Softer than hands,
Caress me with your tides,
Softer than touch.
Don’t give me to your
Storms and tempests.
Inspire my soul with
Mystery of your depths,
And whisper to me,
That you
LOVE me.
O, my sea!
Your saltiness intoxicates
Me like wine.
You are the mighty sea
That is mine,
I call to you , because
I love you so deeply.
Not Poseidon, Odysseus,
Nymphs,sirens, could
Resist your beauty.
And you call me to embrace
You with my soul,
To kiss you with my heart,
To capture you with my
Eyees, your ebb and flow.
So much defiance lives in
You,
As if I have grown up with
You all my life,
For we share the same spirit,
Mystery, Courage,
Depth, Temperament.
O, my sea!
You mean so much to me
That I forget that you are
Only the sea.
I embrace you, I kiss you,
And I entrust to you all
My secrets.
I LOVE you my SEA.
©® Jagoda Sablić
11.
Poem: “springs “
Poet: Ruby Kaila Malhotra .
From: Canada .
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
Carmelized onions when paddy stirs strip strip
Statements dip what if chronical abbrevia
-tions
Aligned belligerence be bearish charades rations
What if queer quaints, quixotic t’rails eyed
trip?
What if iced draconian works metaphoric,
springs
Then juxtaposed posing postions potions
naught
Suppose when shut shuttles support sew
taught
Buffalo bill, bills bulls, brewers bleachers
brings?
Stanza shaped stage shows, stretches, so
sweep
Wonder witch wanders without whatsoever
wear
Splits splendid splendor style stilted scoop
tear
Relentless rations races red relate response
reap
Returning response rates range rose repose
redressed
Time this threads thistles typical type that’s
tow gear
King Kong kilt knights know knives kickstart
forbear
Think what if cake iced cats, sunnyside coat
regressed?
©® Ruby Kaila Malhotra .
12.
Poem: “THIS FOREST TONIGHT”
Poet: Kujtim R. Hajdari.
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
This forest tonight walks with me in hush,
It seems to trail behind—your footfalls, too;
How sweet this quiet is, this shadowed hush,
I’m friends with woods; it knows what I pursue.
It tries to tell me something when I’m alone,
Worn out and sad—I cannot understand;
So far apart—where did we lose our own?
Perhaps it knows… it knows of us, unmanned.
These towering trees, bowed heavy with their boughs,
Lean down so slow beneath their weighty load;
They whisper sweetly in the leaf‑language boughs,
Surely something fair—unsaid—along our road.
Soft breath of evening, lace on quiet air,
You draw my name as starlight warms the sea;
Your hand in mine will unthread my old despair,
If time turns kind and brings you back with me.
©® Kujtim R. Hajdari
13.
Poem: “Do Parents Know Their Limits?”
Poet: Maheswor Paudel.
From: Kathmandu, Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
My octagenerian mother who lives some 140 miles away from me calls every evening and asks if I dined.
She says, “I cannot go to bed without making sure you have had.”
Her son, nearing two scores and ten, feels his pain alleviated after hearing from her as if he expects her
lullabies before he tucks the blanket.
Is she overprotective?
Is she emotionally entangled?
Is she expecting too much from her son?
Does she think I cannot manage my meals?
She just expects the exchange of a few amorous words so that she can live peacefully.
She’s the epitome of pure love, eternal love.
My spouse makes a call to our child to ask when he will have dinner.
She’s encroaching on his individualism.
She asks him when he’s returning home from the pub.
She’s being nosy.
She asks what he’ll have for breakfast.
She’s treating him like a child.
She knocks on the door at midnight and requests him to sleep.
She’s a bully.
He wishes he were living away from the nagging parents.
We live in new Nepal.
Society has changed.
Parents don’t know parenting.
Children don’t need parents except on occasions they need money for their ‘independent’ life. They’ve learnt how to live from a virtual community of friends. They’re smart, confident and free. Parents need to comprehend their styles and behave the way their children expect them to. Society has changed, so parents have to change. Do parents realize their role today is very limited? Just address their children’s needs and stay away from them.
They are independent!
©® Maheswor Paudel
14.
Poem: “Like the Moon”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic.
From: Serbia/Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
Like the Moon,
you always hide one face from me,
from the world.
Like music without an ending,
abruptly cut short—
that is sorrowful,
to me.
It suits you,
because you always keep an escape route,
so you won’t be hurt or deceived.
You always love only halfway,
never giving yourself completely.
You measure,
and weigh everything.
Always polite, always restrained,
always one step behind,
ready to flee,
to what is safe,
to that place of yours,
your hiding place,
which is not a home,
but a place of safety,
within your soul.
©® Tanja Ajtic.
15.
Poem: “Homeland”
Poet: Abdelsalam Harmouch.
From: Lebanon.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
My homeland lives within my soul,
Beyond the borders of the land.
Its olive trees whisper ancient stories,
Its mountains teach me how to stand.
Wherever life may lead my steps,
My heart will always find its way home.
©® Abdelsalam Harmouch.
16.
Poem: “AFTER THE WARMTH”
Poet: Milena Pčinjski.
From: Republic of Serbia.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
Outside, the *košava is sweeping
as if it will never cease
The day stretches endlessly, like the
Euphrates
I wish I could slip into its warm bloodstream
while I think of you and do not wish to think
Cold is all that remains in the heart
after a love never fully lived
Now the *košava and I
exist within the same emotional shard
ice queens erasing all memories
There is nothing good in remembrance
when love comes with an expiry date
and yours was merely an illusion
too daring, yet unsteady,
uncertain of itself,
a restless bird
wherever it may land
At times I think
I am the same
Perhaps our likeness tangled the threads
That is why I turn away from thoughts of you
because the *košava would blow inside me
forever
and that pain is unbearable
for once, you were all my warmth
*Košava is a strong, cold, and persistent southeastern wind characteristic of Serbia. It often blows for
several days, especially in autumn and winter, and is commonly associated with restlessness, inner
tension, and emotional unease in local cultural and poetic contexts.
©® Milena Pčinjski
17.
Poem: “Illuminated Insights”
Poet: Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi.
From: Yemen.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
Clouds are but
ephemeral visions
to which the sky fashioned a hue
unlike its own.
Whenever I try to divine summer,
the azure unfolds before me
as an endless space
opening onto eternity.
There is something
in the beauty of the heavenly lights
that turns the celestial page into
an eloquence beyond the power
of language to name,
revealing to the seers signs
of sublime splendor wrought by its Creator.
You behold the moon
passing through its appointed phases,
as if the universe, in every turn,
unveils before our inner sight
the mystery of the very beginning.
And there is the sun,
repeating its miracle each day
after sinking somewhere
beyond the sea.
It leaves the horizon to witness
nothing but its birth anew.
Blessed is the soul
who perceives light as truth!
Blessed indeed…!
For the hidden path to beholding it
begins in the very direction
that no one thinks to notice.
©® Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi
18.
Poem: “The Language of Emotion”
Poet: Nabzo.
From: Maharda, Syria.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
Come with me, all who are weary beneath the weight of life, and I shall offer you rest.
Come, let us enter the paradise of words, where language is not merely written, but celebrated.
Premiliour.
It is a story with a beginning, yet one that will never know an end.
A golden island adrift upon an emerald sea.
The most beautiful of memories.
To lie upon its tranquil shore, beside its silent boats, is to loosen the chains of existence itself.
Each time you drink from the salt spring of thought—purified through its own hidden grace—you emerge
renewed.
There dwell the shadows.
There wander the gazelles of beauty.
There the soul discovers its serenity.
There the whole earth becomes one, gathered together by a poem of love, where emotion translates itself
into every language spoken by the human heart.
What a blessed oasis it is, folding us gently beneath its wings.
Then its birds rise with us, carrying us into unknown skies, while we echo their songs until waterfalls of
joy burst from the highest cliffs of ecstatic wonder.
Peace be upon you, O Poetry.
Peace be upon you, O Poets.
You are the knights who guard humanity’s highest ideals.
You are the helmsmen steering through oceans of darkness.
Blessed are you, for you belong to those who awaken the sleeping spirit.
Blessed are you, for you ask nothing in return as you place the balm of healing upon wounded hearts and
offer the crystal vial of hope whose fragrance quietly spreads across the world.
©® Nabzo.
19.
Poem: “Never A Burden”
Poet: Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
Right in front of my house for me to see.
She had three babies, soft and small,
She loved and cared for each of all.
From early morning till day was done,
She searched for grains beneath the sun.
She fed them all with equal care,
A mother’s love beyond compare.
The little food that still was there,
She ate herself with thankful care.
If nothing then was left to eat,
She stayed hungry without retreat.
She never minded work or pain,
She flew again and yet again.
Her loving heart was kind and true;
She did what every mother would do.
Their wings were small; they could not fly.
They looked at her with trusting eye.
Each night she kept them safe and warm,
Beneath her wings from every storm.
When rain came down from cloudy skies,
She covered them with sacrifice.
She got wet in the pouring rain,
To keep them safe from every pain.
As days went by, they grew up strong;
Their wings grew wide before too long.
They learned to fly so high and free,
From branch to branch and tree to tree.
But then they left their mother dear;
They did not stay to keep her near.
Each wanted her to live instead
With another brother, so they said.
The dove grew old, her strength was gone;
She had to face the world alone.
No child remained to hold her tight
Or help her through the day and night.
Parents spend their lives with love,
A precious gift from God above.
But some children, when they grow,
Forget the love they used to know.
So love your parents every day;
Respect them in each word you say.
For those who care while they are near
Will earn God’s blessings year by year.
©® Dr. Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi
20.
Poem: “The White Parade of Children”
Poet: Santosh Kumar Pokharel.
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
The rulers are rampant these days
For power and corruption; no mirth!
There is a risk to life,
And justice is a dearth.
There are wars at places that can’t be abated,
And hunger that cannot be sated.
Empty stomachs of children and their moms
Are highly rated.
There is no hope for the future,
There is only sorrow for the present.
The situation is terrible as never before,
Millions of children and even more.
Bliss for all them—who shall schedule?
The children never voted for the rulers,
And by what right over the children do they rule?
Let the children be free!
The children are the owners of the earth.
Their stomachs are not meant to be void,
Their homes are not meant to be destroyed,
They are meant anomalies to avoid.
The children are entitled to love, I strongly say.
Let kids speak, and let them play!
They are the jewels of their parents,
They are the lights of the future blurred,
They are the parts of every family—
Those make a quarter of the world!
Their rights have been lost since ages,
Their innocent smiles shall not be lost,
They are our pride, almost.
Stop the war!
The earth is not your father’s inheritance,
The earth is not your mother’s dowry either.
You shall of your madness refrain!
This is the earth of the children!
They have stepped just back a while—
You won’t call it a sinful defile.
They’ll line up in rows and play parades
With white shrouds tied to their heads.
The kids, for the cause of peace,
Shall surely make a global raid.
Someday, our lovely children—
And your own children!
©® Santosh Kumar Pokharel.
21.
Poem: “Too Blind to See Love”
Poet: Alam Mahbub.
From: Bangladesh 🇧🇩.
Primelore Published Date: 28 July Tuesday 2026.
I crossed the seas to chase the morning light,
Yet missed the soul that held me through the night.
I reached for stars beyond the endless skies,
While love stood near, reflected in your eyes.
Love spoke in silence, gentle as the rain,
While I pursued the glitter born of vain.
The open door, the untouched cup of tea—
Were quiet songs still waiting there for me.
Now tears have cleared the darkness from my view;
Too blind to see love… until I looked at you.
©® Alam Mahbub.
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