The 99th Edition of primelore Writer’s Heaven. The next is 100th.

01.
Poem: “How close to the edge”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

each day I am
more afraid
than I was from
the day before
I am trying to keep the faith
I will not give up

no matter what for
though my heart is burdened by the news more talk of war just isn’t amusing
could we please
get some relief

If we pray all together could we get a sign
we don’t need to worry
there will be elders to rise up helping us deal
with what’s going on

a more sensible person needs to be in charge
to lead us on a way to recover from
however we got here
Im truly amazed
that from our past days
we weren’t happy

it didn’t seem to be as dire all of a sudden we have come to an edge
if were not careful we could fall over that would be more devastating than
I think we thought we ever could see
©® Mary Garde.



02.
Poem: “The World”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh 🇧🇩.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

This world is a very tough place,
yet birds sing here;
countless flowers bloom here every day.

Sometimes a gardener tends to the flowers,
while at other times;
they simply bloom on their own.
Bees fly from flower to flower every day.

Every day, the sea rushes to the shore,
And every day, people sleep and wake anew.
Countless poems are penned on thousands of pages;
As one poet departs, another returns.
Thus, everything moves forward;
Nothing ever stands still.
Bound by age-old conventions, humanity lives on,
While nature follows its own eternal laws;
Who has the power to defy this order?

Thus, everything will come and go in cycles.
Perhaps one day, people will depart;
words, too, will vanish from the earth.
Yet, the sentiment will remain,
we loved this world.

This world is a very harsh place,
yet birds sing here;
countless flowers bloom here every day.
Sometimes a gardener tends to the flowers,
while at other times, they simply bloom on their own.
Bees flit from flower to flower every day.

Every day, the sea rushes to the shore,
And every day, people sleep and wake anew.
Countless poems are penned on thousands of pages;
As one poet departs, another returns.
Thus, everything moves forward;
Nothing ever stands still.
Bound by age-old conventions, the people of this world;
While nature follows its own eternal laws;
Who has the power to defy this order?

Thus, everything will come and go in turn.
Humans may depart one day;
even words will vanish from the earth.
Yet, the words will remain,
we loved this world.
©® Afroza Jesmine.



03.
Poem: “HELLO”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER
From: Türkiye .
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

Hello to the dawn where green dreams softly gleam,
To the tender cool morning, a whispering dream.
To the wings of the swallows that cross the blue sky,
To hope on the branches where young blossoms lie,
To the rose-scented springtime—hello, sweet reply.

Hello to the sun in its radiant flight,
To joy filling hearts with its warm golden light.
Where sky-blue hopes wander on paths clear and wide,
Where love blooms on faces with nothing to hide,
To hands offering pure love—hello, hearts open wide.

Let pine branches awaken and blossom once more,
Let acacias laugh as they did before.
Let daisies and yellow flowers brighten the land,
Let love flow from heart into welcoming hand,
To souls dreaming beautifully—hello, where dreams stand.

Farewell to the days when our hearts were apart,
Hello to the souls who reach out from the heart.
May peace be the light in each home, warm and bright,
May friendship be our threshold, our guide and our light,
To humankind, to all the world—hello, with delight!
©® Mustafa Naci ÖZER



04.
Poem: “Peace”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou LIANOU
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

Peace,
So expensive
We buy so many weapons
To maintain it

If we pray more
If we were kind to each other
We could say
We have Peace of mind

Poetic heart
Call for meditation

Inside our heart
Peace,

We say a lot
We make nothing

Peace,
Such as a woman

We adore
But few can get

Peace,
A value with no cost

If the humans understand the word…
I wish one day….
©® Eva Petropoulou LIANOU.



05.
Poem: “FOR COLOMBIA”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Vietnam/Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

I came to Medellín with Poems
And Colombia UNDERSTAND
Now Earth herself has Trembled
Beneath the watching Eye

The Cameras keep on Smiling
While Stone forgets its Place
And Power rehearses its Lines
Behind a painted Face

But Earth will not be Figurante
Nor Grief an empty Scene
Colombia rises gradually
For Love outlives the Screen
©® Vo Thi Nhu Mai



06.
Poem: “My Worship”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

Worship of truth must be there.
The truth must be focused and accepted .
But making me illegal by others’fake work is denied by me.
Fake should be thrown beside.
My originality should be highlighted.
My mind so did not work well.
I am not buying my education with money.
I am weeping for my truth and original doings.
But support of originality must be favored.
Making me fake is not my worth.
It is a matter of ethics and truth.
To support whatever others do have not legal.
But I did legal work.
Support me to award my legal things.
I did with higher originality.
I am not higher in making me fake.
My original personality should be accepted.
I did not know earlier this fake doing.
Should be accepted whatever I have.
So truth may light to my worth of doing.
No matter of religious conflict truth must be accepted.
No Hindu No Muslim in my matter.
But must have true personality should be highlighted.
Because ethical matter should be highlighted there.
©® Til Kumari Sharma




07.
Poem: “A Mother’s Love”
Poet:Rajmonda Qose Shkopi
From: Kuçova, Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

The mother grew smaller
beneath the weight of years
she carried on her shoulders.

Her hair turned silver,
and lines were etched upon her forehead,
like ancient hieroglyphs,
inscribed by the worries of her children,
the passing of time,
the turning of the seasons.

Her hands grew gentler,
no longer as strong as they once were,
yet still they held
the tenderness of our childhood.

Her smile
had the quiet power to heal our wounds.
Her eyes,
waterfalls of kindness,
scattered little suns around us,
and every day
we were blessed by their light,
learning, through her,
to cherish life.

The mother grew smaller,
but her soul grew vast,
expanding endlessly
for us
and for our children.
Within that small body
she carried an entire world,
A world made of love.
©® Rajmonda Qose Shkopi



08.
Poem: “I Am a Sagittarius Girl”
Poet: Nisreen Masha’leh
From: Jordan.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

am a Sagittarius girl.
Half woman,
half wild horse,
born beneath an open sky.
I carry a bow beneath my fingers,
a burning arrow resting on the string,
my eyes drawn toward a place
no map has ever dared to name.
I was never made for cages—
not the gilded ones,
not the ones disguised as love,
not the quiet prisons built from promises
that sound too much like chains.
I run when the world whispers, stay.
I leave when they ask me to belong.
I choose the road
simply because it vanishes
beyond the horizon.
There is something untamed in me—
a restless wind beneath my skin,
a midnight fire that refuses to sleep,
a thousand distant places
calling me by a name
only the wind remembers.
My arrows were never meant
to wound a heart.
They were made
to pierce the limits
set before me.
So I aim at the impossible,
draw the string,
hold my breath,
let go—
then watch the sky
open a path
for my dream.
Call me reckless.
Call me wild.
Call me too much.
I have spent my whole life
becoming exactly that.
I do not want someone
to tame the horse within me.
I want someone
who can run beside me
without asking me to slow down.
So if you find me
beneath a sky full of stars,
a bow in my hand,
the wind tangled in my hair,
do not ask where I am going.
I am a Sagittarius girl.
The horizon is calling.
I am already
on my way.
Bio: Nisreen Masha’leh is a Jordanian writer and poet whose work explores human emotions, memory, identity,
displacement, and the complexities of the human experience. Her writing moves between poetry, short fiction,
novels, and literary essays, often blending vivid imagery with emotional and social depth.

She is the author of Daughter of Adam, a novel published by Diwan Al-Arab Publishing and Distribution in Cairo,
and the author of Darkness Pastures. Her literary work has received recognition through Arab and international
literary competitions, including awards for her short stories and poetry.
©® Nisreen Masha’leh



09.
Poem: “A VOICE I KEEP IN INK”
Poet: Hauwa’u Saleh
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

If my pen could speak,
I will plan a seed of imagery,
in every mountain of cosmos,
Letting its shadow branches to continent,
Rooting as a symbol of sublimity of art.

If my pen could speak,
I will walk through firmament of stars,
Adorn my stanzas with whispers of jinn,
Bearing a masterpiece of sound and voice,
With an imageries holding poetry’s lure.

If my pen could speak,
I will be like a stream of conscious in real,
To complex and Radeem with the brains,
Painting with radiant spark of light,
Before the pantheon of a literary circle.
©® Hauwa’u Saleh



10.
Poem: “THE PEN OF HUMANITY”
Poet: Princess Dr. Lovelyn Eyo
From: NIGERIA.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

The sound of humanity
Knocks at the door of the red apple
Shaking my ears and my very being
Like the quilt that covers my soul
Will not open to receive mail from the heavens!

Letters fluttering
Creating harmony
Immersed in passion of the waves and sea shore-
Love for self and for one’s neighbor

Words drift forth
Calling to minds within hearts
To open up its pillows
That help one rise again
Wiping away tears with cradles.

Do not let them weep in the cold!
Then, polish your voice to gold
Stroking sweet melodies
So that a better world may unfold
Not by sharpening swords but pens of peace
©® HRH Lovelyn Eyo.



11.
Poem: “THE TIME IS GOLD”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania .
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

I’ m trying to save time,
Everything belongs to God!
Becouse it is gold
We are looking for real solution,
He is listening our prays,
And not loosing just on ryhme,
By us is happening revolution.

Since 77 days:
Not any gavernment
Can be permanent…
We see people’s revolt
And on their side must be God!
I’ m worrying the most,
But the meaning can’ t be lost…
If there are technical troubles,
Again will winn valuable nobels.

I hope nothing is going wrong,
Each of us to the God belong…
He knows our needs and possibility, We want just human’s rights and equality!
©® Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri



12.
Poem: “Loss in the loose”
Poet: Ahmed Farooq Baidoon
From: Egypt.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

A noetic shape of mine got tucked at the end,
Within my patience lines of no use to mend,
A adamite lost in letters maze —weeping in ink,
A blind bard could no more wink or blink,
My gurgling waters of one’s own inspiration cloud,
Shall carry forward such a placebo shroud,
My whereabouts let alone a fairy tale in the lala land,
A resilient child aged in form of a senile with a wand,
All natural pieces lined in a harmonious peaceful serenade,
While a man taking after me trapped in an untrodden promenade,
Is it a specter of dream to tell or a nightmare?
It doth feel like a helpless homosapien apparition knows no dare!

It must be an act of my glorious Lord to show me the light,
Let thine diamond-in-the-rough lanterns overcome the plight,
Loose trails of my troubled universe make out a foray,
Let faith in forthcoming truthful tidings save your day.
©® Ahmed Farooq Baidoon



13.
Poem: “Lines of fate”
Poet: Jelena Jovanović Jov
From: Serbia.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

invisible,
Thin threads,
Our souls are connected.
And our thoughts.

fate like ,
A painting masterpiece.
Countless lines,
They merge into a whole.

I watch those faces,
Full but also empty hearts.
Everyone wants love.
Tenderness and warmth.

Love is the greatest,
A line of fate that,
We are led by the brave.
And it includes all of us.
©® Jelena Jovanović Jov



14.
Poem: “Breaking up”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic
From: Serbia/Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

I loved my man inside me.
He fulfilled my time day and night.
And then he left.
He left me imagined, sad.
Unanswered questions are countless.
Indescribable events, secrets.
He left a silence behind him, a void.
Now I’m listening to the morning
and telling myself how it happened and how it
maybe could have been,
if I had been a different woman.
He’s gone.
It is unnecessary to call for him anymore,
he doesn’t hear, he is far away,
he is far in his silence, the silence of his world, complete.
And he is no longer alone.
©® Tanja Ajtic



15.
Poem: “A KISS IN ECLIPSE”
Poet: Kujtim R. Hajdari
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

The sun screwed its eyes shut,
like a sweet little scamp.
The earth wrinkled its face
beneath the ominous shadow
of mythical legends.
And the pale moon,
nose held high,
showed herself brave for once
and shut the gate on the sun.
The world grew faint
beneath the mystical black veil.
With sighs, it spread fear,
with a madman’s tongue,
through the darkness all around.
We, with our kisses,
like two torchbearers of fire,
gave the world light.
©® Kujtim R. Hajdari



16.
Poem: “I WAS BORN IN THE TRACKS OF LIGHTNING”
Poet: Arben Iliazi
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

I was born in the tracks of lightning
amid false glory I grew up
with flashes of passion
dissolved in the longing of clouds
in wrinkled times
emptied out,
where unfortunate loves,
crucified
like ribs torn from fate,
live within one another
and warm themselves with the breath
of unborn days,
of nights with sorrowful elegies,
with wounds and shadows of pain,
where a merciless sun shines,
lying wounded at the feet of the sea,
like your face at sunset,
where it warms my hopes,
cosmic, like a river
floating toward nothingness,
yet lifting us in the arms of the sky
like the murmur of the universe,
where time flies
toward the songs of the soul,
enough to live in freedom.
©® Arben Iliazi.



17.
Poem: “IN THE ARMS OF THE MOON”
Poet: Jagoda Sablić
From: Croatia.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

I THE ARMS OF THE MOON
On a swing beneath the full moon’s light,
A little girl weeps through the silent night.
She reaches high for the silver stars,
To heal the ache of her tiny scars.
„Dear angels, please“, she softly cries,
„Bring back my mother from paradise“.
She sings the lullaby, sweet and low,
The song her mother sing long ago.
The crystal tears like diamonds fall,
She knows she is lonely, after all.
The mooon has heard her trembling plea,
And weeps in quiet harmony.
The stars descend with gentle grace,
To kiss the tears upon her face.
The branches bend in a soft embrace,
As if her mother had left a trace.
A snowy dove glides from above,
To wrap her heart in endless love.
The wind whispers,“She lives in your
Heart,
No heaven can keep true souls apart“:
The girl smiles throught her tears at last,
For love outshines the darkest past.
©® Jagoda Sablić.



18.
Poem: “Leaving and Returning “
Poet: Badamasi Ismail Chikaji
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

As I stayed away from my land
I held it with me
The courtesy of the womb I played
The beam of my father
The wish of my siblings
And the praise of my mentors.

I held it with me
The stories of my playing
The smiling of grasses and hill
The breeze of the summer night
While the called of the ray.

I took it with me
The wisdom of my elders
The hospitality of a loved one
The benevolent of their minds
For the beautification of life.

I held it with me
The echoes of traditional songs
The wrestling of my people
The sign of their existence
For the storytelling at night.

It remained in me
The hope I held from my youth
The aims of my existence
The fear of my loneliness
And the wisdom gained for years.

Will I return to you my land?
Will you welcome me as I return?
Will the witches be for ages?
Will my tears stop flowing?
The smile of childhood stay,
And the peace of mind retained.
©® Badamasi Ismail Chikaji



19.
Poem: “INK OF THE NILE”
Poet: Muammar Al-Sufyani.
From:Yemen 🇾🇪.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

The question shook me
and my pages scattered

Before she was born
she was born a lover
and her features resembled
an orphaned tree

It was watered by..
whispers between the Tigris and Euphrates
Ink of the Nile!
The relics of my poems.
©® Muammar Al-Sufyani.



20.
Poem: “Two Little Kittens”
Poet: Iftekhar Hossain Siddiqui
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

Behold, two little kittens came suddenly to our dwelling;
whence they came, no tongue can tell.

The children rejoiced, and tenderness awakened in their eyes.
Having eaten their little portion,
the little wanderers seemed to whisper,
Here is shade; here is refuge.

From morn till eve they give themselves to innocent mischief,
and, cherished by gentle hands,
forget awhile the ache of their mother’s loss.

Such is the grace of affection: it cannot call back what has departed,
yet it can teach a wounded heart to smile again.

Perhaps every forsaken creature beneath the wide heavens is secretly guided towards some haven of rest.
Their mother is gone; yet another haven has opened before them,
and in their quiet gladness shines a mystery hidden from mortal knowing.

They ask not whose unseen hand has led them hither,
nor whence comes the tenderness that guards their sleep.
O Lord, is not every earthly kindness a faint reflection of Thy boundless compassion?

Let them, then, play beneath thy sky,
and sleep unafraid in the peace Thou hast prepared.
For none who is received into love is ever wholly lost.
©® Iftekhar Hossain Siddiqui



21.
Poem: “A Caress for the World “
Poet: Menda Vreto
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

I would like to place a caress
on the forehead of the Earth,
as one does with a child
when they are afraid of the dark.

I would like to wipe away the tears
of those who have lost a home,
of those who have lost an embrace,
of those who walk in sorrow,
still searching for a little light.

I would like to whisper to every wounded heart:
“You are not alone.
I see you.
I feel your pain.”

Peace is not a distant word,
written only in books.
Peace lives in small gestures:
in bread broken and shared,
in a hand held with love,
in a smile given without asking for anything in return.

There are mothers who wait,
children who ask only for a peaceful sky,
people who carry within them wounds
that no one can see.

To them I would like to offer a promise:
a gentler world,
a world where no one should ever feel forgotten.

Because peace is born quietly,
in the heart of the one who forgives,
in the hands of the one who helps,
in the eyes of the one who chooses
to see a brother in another.
And so, dear Earth,
heal slowly.

We will be here,
with open hearts,
to protect your greatest dream:
to live together,
without fear,
with love .
©® Menda Vreto



22.
Poem: “Linking quality with revision:”
Author: Ahmed Aziz El-Din Ahmed.
From: Egypt.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

Skill and quality are usually associated with revision and checking the poem, since “a poet cannot be skilled without revision and checking the poem.”
He is meticulous until he inspects his hair, re-examines it, discarding the bad parts and preserving the good ones, and it becomes
They allowed the weak ones, rejected them, and turned away from them, for a good house can withstand two thousand bad ones.

Monitoring, examining, and reconsidering hair is often aimed at overcoming [the problem/issue].
The bad and proving the good in wording, meaning, and structure, and Abu Nuwas was one of those who did that.
This act negates the base and preserves the good, and he would compose the poem and leave it.
One night, then he looks at it, discarding most of it and limiting himself to the eyes of it, and for this reason, he shortened most of it.
His poems,” and the good poems are often short, and it was Al-Hutay’ah who entered
Within the category of “slaves of poetry,” he works on the poem in a month and reviews it for three months, then
“It highlights it,” and here the period between production and release is four months, which is a period
The length gives the poet the opportunity to add what can be added, and to delete the extraneous and
superfluous.
Changing the structures, presenting what should be presented, and delaying what should be delayed, until Creativity matures and becomes worthy of being presented to the public.
©® Ahmed Aziz El-Din Ahmed.



23.
Poem: “The cage is open”
Poet: Tursunboyeva Nigoraxon
From: Uzbekistan.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

The cage is open, the sky is wide,
Yet still the little bird stays inside.
No lock, no chain, no hand says “stay,”
Still something holds its wings away.

It dreamed of clouds, of wind, of light,
Of endless roads beyond its sight.
But freedom, once so bright and near,
Now stands outside disguised as fear.
Perhaps the chains we cannot see
Are stronger than captivity.
We dream for years of being free,
Then fear what freedom asks us to be.

And I wonder how many of us
are just like that bird—
asking life for freedom,
then trembling
when life finally says,
“Go.”
Bio: Tursunboyeva Nigoraxon Abdumannob qizi was born on February 23, 2009, in Uzbekistan. She is a graduate of the Is’hoqxon Ibrat Creative School. She is the winner of numerous international and national competitions and the author of two poetry books.
©® Tursunboyeva Nigoraxon



24.
Poem: “The Beehive”
Poet: Mahbuba Faruk
From: Bangladesh 🇧🇩.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

Through countless forests they gather honey
and return, offering love,
waiting to be chosen.
Yet

the queen bee does not unite with everyone.
Leaving desire unfulfilled,
many of the suitors fall into death.

Down the honeycomb,
sorrow drips, drop by drop.
And somewhere,
that sorrow becomes another’s healing.
Translated by Alam Mahbub.
©® Mahbuba Faruk



25.
Poem: “A Poem Is Never Alone”
Poet: Alam Mahbub
From: Bangladesh 🇧🇩.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

Some poems, in loving, find their way to love.
Some return to longing.
Some stand fierce in the blood-red dawn of ’71.
Some search childhood memories
for a beloved face.

Restless to speak what the heart conceals,
they search for the language of the heart—
perhaps this is what poetry calls
the hunger to discover.

Beyond the light,
in the darkness of a greater light,
the mirror of an unreal enchantment—
scattered roads, half-open windows,
faces, rivers, nights,
unfinished stories holding the sunlight of memory,
all speaking in the dreamlike language of song—
a poem is never alone.
It belongs to no map
drawn by geographical borders;
therefore, a poem needs no passport.
©® Alam Mahbub



26.
Poem: “Freedom and My Freedom”
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

Freedom is a river
that begins long before nations learn
to draw borders on the skin of the earth.
It rises from a whisper,
from a single human breath
that refuses to be owned.

My freedom is a flame
small, persistent,
burning in the secret chambers of the mind.
It does not ask permission
to dream beyond fences,
to walk barefoot across forbidden dawns.

Freedom is the sky’s vast signature—
unsigned, unclaimed,
a blue manuscript written for everyone.
My freedom is a footstep
that chooses its own direction,
even when the road is made of silence.

Freedom is collective thunder,
the march of millions
lifting history like a banner.
My freedom is quieter—
a lone bird deciding
to fly against the wind.

Freedom is the anthem of nations.
My freedom is the heartbeat
that keeps time with no drum.
Freedom is the world’s great sunrise;
my freedom is the inner light
that refuses to dim.
©® Dr. Ratan Bhattacharjee



27.
Poem: “Freedom Of World”
Poet: Elpiola Lluka
From: Albania 🇦🇱.
Primelore Published Date: 18 August Tuesday 2026.

Under the curtains stays conscience cold,
hard breathing goes beneath the glass;
Window as a cloud tries to connect skies old,
as raindrops wash the pain without class…

The fear embraces those innocent eyes,
where fire and ashes as a carpet lay down their foot…
Peace soon will touch the skies,
highest way will bloom again the root…

And smiles will paint all face and skin,
new colours will born underneath the heart…
Happiness creates the roads smart,
the Garden Of Eden blossoms as you never imagine…
©® Elpiola Lluka

Thanks all poets and readers from all over the world.