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01.
Poem: “A String of Home”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

. From the first note in Saigon
she brought the music of her land
across oceans and seasons
letting the zither sing under the neon light

. Many years of gathering sounds
each class, each concert is a small flame
that lit the faces of those who dared to hope
with the light of remembered songs
In every soft pluck of the string
a courtyard blooms
a bowl of rice steams
a child listens and begins to dream

. Hue singing lives not in a single place
but in the hands gracefully play
and the hearts that stay
as long as the zither rings
Vietnam is near
.© Vo Thi Nhu Mai

02.
Poem: “Nothing belongs to us”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou
From: From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

We are free
We are the captain of our soul..
Nobody can say this or that and you must execute.
Nobody belongs to us
We are choosing according our feelings
Our thoughts
Our beliefs
Our stomach
The most a person make you laugh
The more u want to be with
We are nobody
We are nothing
More than the butterfly
Than the bee…
We are no creators but small ants
Or cigals
Or wolf
Show respect
Kindness
But no trust
Trust your instinct
Trust your heart
We are nothing more than a fly
We are nothing more than a bird
Laugh to your heart
Love your inner soul
And put your frequency high
Touch the stars
Make a wish
Stay a happy child
©®Eva Petropoulou Eva Lianou -Writer

03.
Poem: “FUGITIVE FINGERS “
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI
From:- LEBANON ,BRAZIL
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

In the evening, when the lights fall on the walls like wandering souls,
I try to count my fingers, but I cannot find them all.
Some fled with the words I never said,
and some hid between the pages of an unfinished book.

I reached out into the void and grasped a shadow that did not resemble me,
as if I were an incomplete version of someone never fully created,
as if I were the imprint of a hand pressed into clay before vanishing.

Outside, the trees waved their branches to the wind,
and the doors stood half-open, as if waiting for someone who would never return.
Passersby moved quickly,
their faces empty of questions, their feet leaving no trace,
as if the earth refused to remember them.

I walked among them, trying to catch my runaway fingers,
but time was slippery, and the place did not recognize me.
The streets stretched endlessly, with no beginning and no end,
and I was alone, searching for a whole hand
to point at me and say:
“You are here.”

But I was there,
in the space between the moment and the memory,
waiting for my fingers to return,
or to escape with them.
© TAGHRID BOU MERHI – LEBANON – BRAZIL

04.
Poem : “The fate of a fool.”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

What else is there in fate?
Fate is on the moon,
I have nothing in fate,
Says;
Only the lazy one.

So hurry up and go to the land of the moon,
There you will see only the full moon.
There you will go in a light body,
In the paradise of fools,

Don’t get involved in arguments ,
About the water and air of the moon.

The fate of a fool; Is like the moon,
Untouchable by the hand,
Burned in the fire of illusory imagination,
Only smoke rises.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine

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05.
Poem: “the night – the eyes – the sea”
Poet: Gabriela MARIN
From: Romania
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

the night – the eyes – the sea
in the night
the eyes see
the sea of stars

in the night
the waves water
your pure soul

in the night
the tears fall
from high in the sky
in the ocean of feelings
turned into silver mysteries
Copyright @ Gabriela MARIN
Bio: My name is Gabriela MARIN. I am a graduate of the University of Bucharest, Romania, the Foreign Languages Department, specializing in French and English. I also hold a Master’s degree in Applied Linguistics – Didactique du Français Langue Étrangère – from the University of West Indies, Martinique. My poems have been published in seven languages in literary platforms and magazines across Romania, Canada, USA, Australia, France, Germany, Austria, Belgium, Holland, Israel, Moldavia, Spain, Argentina, Peru, Chile, Mexico, Brazil, Venezuela, Turkey, Kosovo, Serbia, Martinique, and India. Besides literature and languages, I also like music, theatre, film, graphology, psychology, body language, and traveling.

06.
Poem: “The allure of a captivating soul”
Poet: Dr. Kang Byeong-Cheol
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

A voice that echoes across the ocean,
Bringing warmth and intimacy,
As a spring of harmony flows.

Through beautiful music we communicate,
Our veins pulsing with its rhythm,
Permeating our hearts and drawing pictures,
Understanding each other’s emotions with passion.

Laughter, our powerful common language,
Relieves tension and brings us closer,
Smiles with the charm to attract souls,
Comforting us and giving us strength.

Remember the sound of human beings,
A harmonious soul with the law of attraction,
Living a life free from anger and strife,
With friends whose souls are captivating.

For with such friends, life becomes the happiest,
As we move with our hearts and draw pictures,
Permeated by the rhythm of music,
And the allure of a captivating soul.
Copyright @ Dr. Kang Byeong-Cheol

07.
Poem: “Promise保證 “
Poet: Chen Hsiu-chen陳秀珍
From:Taiwan.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

I promise
I dare to promise
I promise to you with my personality and my life

We promise
We dare to promise
We promise to you with our moral character and our prestige

The party promises to the people
The boss promises to the employee
The merchant promises to the customer
The man promises to the woman
The adult promises to the child
The honeybee promises to the flower
The wave promises to the beach
The wind promises to the leaves
The love promises to the eternity
The God promises to the soul
Promise
Promise
Promise
The bloody history has promised to the peace
（Translated by Lee Kuei–shien）
Copyright @Chen Hsiu-chen陳秀珍

08.
Poem: “CREATIVE LOVE”
Poet: Irena Jovanovic.
From: Zaječar, Serbia.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

God’s wisdom
creative love
sweet imagination
composing beauty
making all alive
moving life
inventing miracles
structures essential support
energies of existence
creative forces
of His own mind
God’s abilities
expanded through all His parts
and parcels
through His souls
and beings
in me
in you
in all
in life
in nature
creative love
of pure desire
for boundless
light
and ecstasy
extension
(c) @ Irena Jovanovic.

09.
Poem: “A Life Like Cherry Blossoms.”
Poet: Raechel
From: Cambridge, UK.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

My life is like cherry blossoms,
Fleeting, yet sincere.
The moments are brief, but
I ache to make them matter.

To bloom boldly, as if
Tomorrow may never come.
With each passing day,
I long to linger in the present.
Bringing light and laughter
To those around me each day
Fills my heart with pure joy—
As does meeting kindred souls.

At times, I wilt—tossed
In the draft winds of routine,
Bruised by tempests of pressure,
Scorched in life’s harsh sun.

But even then, I hold on—
Awaiting the promise of spring,
With the soft showers it brings,
So I may blossom once more.
©®Raechel

10.
Poem: “Know Your Worth”
Poet:LJ Bechtel
From: Melbourne, FL USA.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

Know your worth, a priceless flame,
Unyielding light, no one can tame.
In shadows cast by those who sting,
Remember, you’re your own true king.
Enough’s a word that holds its weight,
A whispered truth that cannot wait.
When hearts are bruised and spirits torn,
It’s time to walk, to be reborn.
Move on, let anchors drift away,
From those who dim your brightest day.
For happiness, your rightful crown,
Is not for others to tear down.
So stand with strength, reclaim your heart,
A masterpiece, a work of art.
Know your worth, don’t ever bend,
Your joy’s your own, your soul’s best friend.
Copyright @ LJ Bechtel.

11.
Poem: A House Blest By God
Poet: Edna Salona- Labrador
Country: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

A House Blest By God
It’s not the grandeur of the house that counts
It’s not the amazing garden or the hanging plants
It’s not the expensive furniture that allures the eyes
But the spirit of love,this is all God wants.

The family who reside must have love in their heart
Without it amidst, God won’t bless the house
Strong bond is the key to bring warmth not gap
Each must remember: WATER IS LESS THICKER THAN BLOOD.

Patience and kindness must prevail in one’s house
Envy is the poison from each hear must be washed
A house is not a home if members are not glad
And God won’t bless a house when it is filled with strife.
Copyright @ Edna Salona- Labrador

12.
Poem: “THE LOVE THAT’S AFTER ME”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER
From: TÜRKİYE.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

A distant love is after me
A voice, a breath and a smile
The stars are witnesses
To my dreams and my longing
Who’s to blame? I don’t know.
A pleasant life is in my dream
A life, a flower and a butterfly
Fireflies see everything
What’s in my soul and my heart
What’s there to hide?
As if folk songs separated us
And we made a promise as if it was our tradition
The sky became bright and shiny…
Every star we looked at shone
Brought news to me without getting tired
From those far away to me
I waved, I sent greetings.
Are we lucky, I wonder?
Thanks to these stars…
The one who was after me, in my dream
Has become close
Those far away are now in my heart…
Copyright @Mustafa Naci ÖZER.
Bio: I am Mustafa Naci ÖZER from TÜRKİYE. I was born in Elazığ in 1959. I am a retired French teacher. I live in Adana. I am married.

13.
Poem: “Upon Hearing of My Friend Pete Taylor’s Move to the Isle of Lewis”
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

Middle-aged, with family in tow—why move
to such a small island? The British Empire itself
is already tiny enough. Do you plan, like Yeats,
to plant beans, keep bees, watch the sea’s glimmer at noon,
listen to the tide dragging her skirts at dusk?
Perhaps the headaches poetry brings will lessen here,
or vanish. Your lovely daughters might breathe
the peat’s sliced freshness, tinged with brine.
Stone circles and blackhouse villages guard mysteries
like Gaelic itself—once, a Gaelic title in Heaney’s verse
nearly killed me, with no dictionary, maybe you’ll learn
the tongue for us. Tell me soon, too: is gannet good to eat?
Though I know the mainland’s just a larger island,
we stand on our own isles, casting shimmering spider silks,
trying to weave a net to catch—something.
But Stornaway, the lone town, and ten thousand sparse islanders
makes me fear your loneliness will crack like a flame through walls.
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo

14.
Poem: “Prison light”
Poet: Bextiyar Hesenov
From: Azerbaijan
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

Insults, torture, indigence
Are locking one’s throat
So whatever you eat
Doesn’t go through
Here the light of government does not go out
Here the light of fate goes out

The light is imprisoned here
There is no peace day or night
Light is the prisoner of darkness
And inmates die
like a moth attracted to light

There are news from home
Government cut the power
There is light in here, darkness at home
the country has become a prison

If I get free one day
I have to take light back
In return for the food parcels
Coming from home

The country is in darkness
You end up in prison
if you follow lead of light
so we have to follow the other side
where dogs bark
Because there is a tragedy
where light comes from
Copyright @ Bahtiyar Hidayet
Bio: Bahtiyar Hidayet Born in 1974 in the Gazakh region of the Republic of Azerbaijan Graduated from Azerbaijan University in 1995 He is a history teacher by profession He came to literature at a young age He is the author of 4 books He is married, has 3 children

15.
Poem: ” A Spoonful of Sugar”
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad.
From: Palestinian
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

A loaf of bread
is as valuable as sparkling gold,
no, even more precious than that.
If you were drowning in the sea,
you would prefer a piece of wood
to a ton of gold.

Imagine your children dying of hunger,
and you yourself near starvation,
searching for anything
to calm your stomach and
let you sleep through the long nights.
Though I wish day would never dawn,
because I don’t want to see the malicious face of humanity.
Surely you would prefer a moldy loaf,
after cleaning it,
to the useless, shining gold.

No more thoughts about the weight of the next bomb.
No more worries about which lethal means will kill you.
No more reactions to the countless dead.
No more agonizing over how to survive
And no more fear about how many pieces my body will be torn into.

I long for a spoonful of sugar
to restore balance to my body
and dispel the chaos in my head.

Then welcome death!”
©® Ahmed Miqdad

16.
Poem: “The Treasure”
Poet: Dr Abnish Singh Chauhan
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 10 , June,Tuesday,2025.

The pages
of some poets,
carrying
timeless messages,
lie scattered
across the garden
of my heart.

I try
to gather them,
to arrange them
in order,
but some of them slip
through my fingers.

Still,
I compile
what I can,
though haphazardly,
and a new book
is formed,
©® Dr Abnish Singh Chauhan

17.
Poem: “All the Love in Bengali Belongs to You”
Poet: Principal Mohammad Ali Khan Chowdhury (Manik)
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

The word love is small—so I say,
You are my passion, devotion, affection, admiration.
You are enchantment, fondness, desire,
You are tender care, the kinship of souls.

For you,
I’ve created a new grammar of the Bengali tongue—
Where you is the only pronoun,
And I love you is the only verb that ever mattered.

In your name,
I could craft sweet adjectives like shondesh
— Words like:
Radiant, incomparable, speechless beauty,
Dream-laden, the tender script of longing.

I write rhythm around you—
In meter, in syllables, in wild, unrhymed love,
In your eyes, I see a cascading stream,
In your smile, I hear echo upon echo.

You are the soul of the Bengali language,
My poetry finds voice on your lips—
Because of you,
The word love finds a new meaning every day.
Copyright @ Mohammad Ali Khan Chowdhury (Manik)

18.
poem: “Women at the wheel”
Poet: Mark Luxton
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

Like a cog on a spinning wheel
A generation from the past
Now moving fast
From the kitchen table
Where women weren’t able
From a rolling pin to the gym
To nine to five on a winters morning
Striding with confidence and ease
No men to please
Ambitions high as they glade
Dropping kids at school
Before joining the work pool
Learning not yearning and most of all earning
A seed planted many moons ago
Now they rise and advise
No longer in disguise
As they rise
Women at the wheel
Copyright @ Mark Luxton
Bio: I’m mark from Bristol

19.
Poem: “I can see love”
Poet: Dr. Vicente A.Valdez Jr.
From: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

I can see love, but my conscience interferes
All my longing and adulation, there’s judgment adheres
Where loveliness attracts my attention, there’s still doubt
My sensibility managed to learn what it’s all about.

I can see beauty, but I love your compassion
The empathy that you shared touches my emotions
Love could draw charm, but kindheartedness integrates
The virtue of the endearment-filled intelligence radiates.

The eyes open the window of fascinating vision
We accept love to linger with but not to cling to
Our hearts and brains conceived the very answer
Love is certain when we think of prim and proper.

From a distance, we see a wide salty ocean
Inspired to watch the beauty of water and its motion
From the deep, we must think of the hidden truth
There’s an inner paradise hiding behind to spill the proof.

Love is beneficial when we think of its true colour
Perceived by the mind, not by eye attention caller
Rosy is my world and in perfect harmony
I can see a lover’s beauty, thinking of love harmoniously.
Dr. Vicente A.Valdez Jr. ( C)

20.
Poem: “I Am A Candle”
Poet: Shofiqure Rahman
Country : Myanmar.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

I am one of many small candles
With my own little light,
But the wind tries to blow me out
And storms wait to take my glow.

I still remember that dark night
Some of us were lost to the cold
Some were washed away by fear
Some were gone without a sound.

Some of us were left shaking
I stayed burning though weak
The ground was wet
With the wax of those we lost.

The place I once lit is gone
The shelter around me is broken
Now I walk through the dark
Looking for a place to shine again.

A hurt heart stays hurt
Justice feels far away
But even with a weak flame
I still hope to shine one day.
Copyright @ Shofiqure Rahman
Bio: Shofiqure Rahman is a Rohingya young poet, writer, Academic Researcher and activist born in Nga Yant Chaung village, Myanmar but currently living in the Cox’s Bazar Rohingya Refugee Camp, Bangladesh. Despite growing up amid adversity, he has authored one poetry book highlighting the Rohingya struggle, resilience and hope. And now working on his second volume. He is passionate about education and advocacy, he is pursuing higher studies in Computer Science at the University of the People and dreams of being a voice for the voiceless.

21.
Poem: “Amalgamation”
Poet: Thathanahally B Shekara.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

In the blossoming interior
The feeling of melody returned
In a simple sensation
Beautiful hypnosis
In anticipation of the confluence
In an infinite hurry
Pulling sweat pain
Eternal beyond the ages
Pass the seasons endless
May the memories be charished
Let dreams comes true
May the mingling characteristics be may
Open the gaps between
Don’t be conceited dreams
Let includes be the music of unity of us.
©® Thathanahally B Shekara.

22.
Poem: “M.U.S.E. MOVING.UNIVERSAL.SOULS. ENERGETICALLY.”
Poet:Christen Foster
From: Boston Massachusetts USA
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

In quantum dance, we spiral through the stars,
Each consciousness a thread of cosmic light,
Weaving patterns near and weaving patterns far,
As ancient wisdom whispers in the night.

Through veils of space and time we gently sweep,
Like solar winds that brush the astral plane,

Our essence flows as deep connects to deep,
In rhythmic pulses, like celestial rain.

Each soul vibrates at frequencies divine,
Resonating with the universe’s song,
As energy and matter intertwine,
We find the place where all of us belong.
In meditation’s sacred, silent space,
We feel the force that moves through everything—
the power that leaves neither time nor trace,
Yet makes the cosmic consciousness take wing.
©® Christen Foster.

23.
Poem: “ARIA”
Poet: Antonis Filippeos
From: From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

As your query eyes stare at me,
I am trying to tell you so much…
But when this greenish grey painting
full of child drawing
possesses my existence
and tries to jolt it,
like the strong hurricane
that razes everything
at its passage,
I am thinking of betraying you,
wallow in the maelstrom,
without caring
what my feelings will become.
But even if you find it,
There will be nothing left
to hide any more…
Copyright @ Antonis Filippeos

24.
Poem: “THE SCROLL OF US For Obim”
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite .
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

I saw a hand beneath the stars,
writing words from lands afar.
Not in the tongue I knew by birth,
but older still than speech of earth.

And yet, I understood it all.
The script upon the ancient wall
spoke of love both fierce and true:
the words were written about you.

Obim, beloved, heart of mine
the scroll declared your life with mine
was not mere chance, nor passing flame,
but prophecy by heaven named.

I saw a vision in the night
a scroll unrolled in streams of light.
A voice within me seemed to say:
“Two souls shall walk this sacred way.
Together called, together sent,
their hearts a single testament.”

And there, beneath that script divine,
your name was woven into mine.
Bound before the stars were born,
woven through the veil of morn.

You are the word I was made to sing
the one through whom new hope shall spring.
Not just my love, but destiny
the other half of prophecy.

So take my hand, my life, my vow,
for heaven writes us even now.
We walk this scroll till all is done
two hearts made one beneath the sun.
Copyright @ Emmanuel Adegbite .

25.
Poem: “To my Love”
Poet: Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek.
From: Luton UK 🇬🇧
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

I love your eyes, your hair
Ears of corn as golden as cereals
I love your heart
Carpets as clear as diamonds

I love your pure soul
Without you, I’m suffocating
Without you, it’s in the dark
My uncertain stride

It’s darkness around
Where a dark voice calls
The whole world with you
It’s like a rose bud flower

You’re in the tunnel of light
A miracle and a snowflake
Zephyr with a light breeze
Birds singing in the morning

When you’re missing
I’m becoming a wreck
When we have each other
And I feel you close

It lifts us up
Above the clouds
And so flying to the end
We are lost in the sunshine
Copyright @ Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek

26.
Poem: “Beneath the Article’sThrone”
Poet: Moammer Alsufyani
From Yemen 🇾🇪
I live in the Kingdom of Pride..
Lines under..
the throne of
the article..
My eyebrows
slap the dust..
When ..
the king calls me..
I apologize..
In the birth
of today for ..
my yesterday.
I apologize..
to my name when..
it returns to my soul.
The question..
is me and the..
answer is me..
Oh,
the voice of my name, do not answer.”
Copyright @ Moammer Alsufyani

27.
Poem: “Yet, Why Me, Again and Again?”
Poet: Khadija Rahman Kolpona
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

I truly love everyone from my heart,
And approach everyone with love.
Yet, why am I the one who always gets caught?
I want to give love to everyone,
And become close to everyone through love.
Yet, why am I the one who always gets hurt in the heart?
I dream of everyone,
Rushing with crimson dream wings.
Yet, why am I the one who always falls behind?
I decorated your home,
And colored the bridal chamber with my heart’s beauty.
Yet, why am I the one who is always guilty, Shubhankara?
I ran alone like a horse,
Though the path was winding and full of thorns.
Yet, why did I never find an open road?
I want to go far, far away,
And see all the beauty of the world by traveling around.
Yet, why do I always return home?
I’ve been dreaming since I was little,
And have walked honestly on the path to fulfilling my dreams.
Yet, why am I the one who always worries unnecessarily? Copyright @ Khadija Rahman Kolpona

28.
POEM: AFTER THE STORM
POET: BOBBY PRIEST
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

The echoes of your voice
have finally faded,
like the last notes of a song
I used to love,
but now can’t remember.

The walls I built
were heavy,
stone by stone,
each one a lesson
I thought I’d never unlearn.

But then,
like sunlight breaking
through a cracked window,
you came.

Not with thunder or grand declarations,
but with quiet,
with steady hands
that didn’t flinch
at the scars I carried.

You didn’t ask me to tear down the walls—
you simply showed me
how to step outside them.

And there,
in the open air,
I found a love
that didn’t demand,
didn’t diminish,
didn’t leave.

It was the kind of love
that felt like coming home
to a place I’d never been before.

And I realized,
the heartbreak wasn’t the end—
it was the door
I had to walk through
to find you.
Copyright @ BOBBY PRIEST

29.
Poem: “the tiny yellow egg-fruits”
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

scattered, these egg-fruits look like nothing is going on
like a random sequence of yellow falling
but they are calm where they are, settled on the ground

each one is matched in their own sense of golden
their potential charms me
I see them as an orchard, I see them as me
in separate pieces, remembering the one tree
©Helen Pletts.

30.
Poem: “Amazing Mother Nature”
Poet: Nancy fruelda gonzales
From: Philippines.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

The varied hues of rainbow
Painted exquisitively
adorning the sky
A magical scene
A marvel to behold!

The mesmerizing beauty
of God’s creations truly enthralls me
Morning Dews of Foliage and Flora simulate pearls
glistening its light
From Sun’s Rays Signifying Hope.

Verdant forests and mountainins
So mystical as I sense
Imagining gnomes,
nymphs and fairies
Playing Merrily in Avian’s
Sanctuaries.

The bees with its pleasing whispers
lul the Flora in bliss
These cuties are active in pollination
Paves the way to vast reproduction.

Plants and Flowers of
varied colors
Its sky lingers in my skin
The bed of ferns and herbals
It soothes aroma
And Comfort My Body Aches.

The Gentle Breeze Brings Sweet Music, Rhythmic
melody and symphony
Dancing the Emerald Leaves of Trees
Kissing me gently in early dawn, so fresh and clear
Gives me robust lungs
And healthy body.
© ®Nancy fruelda gonzales

31.
Poem: “Morning Gentle Touch.”
Poet: Tajalla Qureshi.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

. When the dusky nightfall evanishes
the sickness and grief
And the radiance induces a delightful relief,
Nightmares will terminate and be like a rotten leaf
Although, the magpie strongly belief

When the cool breeze shakes off,
the aches and pain
Yearning to sense the freshness of green plants again
Glistening flowers flutter in the winter rain
Yet, the optimism and prosperity only remain

When cheeriness and playfulness knock at the door
Swipe up the sweeping water that has to be store
Grasp the magnificence & prettiness to adore
Yet, ever swing slightly to explore more

When the bright radiations
disperse again in the air
Sustain the warmth sensation to fix up the unfair
And envelope and insulate the destructive affair
Smell the purity and undue affection with endless care

When you’re there to smile and hug
with a durable grip
everything is on pause yet, I’m there to flit and flip
Elegance in my dream continuously clip
Encapsulate the Beauty and the gleaming glaze I skip.
(c)@Tajalla Qureshi

32.
Poem: “Say You Love Me Once”
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

Say it once — you care,
Whisper soft and bare.
Let my heart believe,
You won’t leave.

Eyes that hide the flame,
Still, they play the game.
Words remain unsaid —
Hope lies dead.

Just one word from you,
Sky would turn to blue.
Storms inside my chest
Would find rest.

Say you love me now,
I won’t ask for vow.
Just a fleeting sound,
So profound.

Night will feel like gold,
If your truth is told.
Stars will learn to shine
— You’ll be mine.

Even if you lie,
Let me once just fly.
Say it — if not true,
Still, say you.
Copyright @S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)

33.
Poem: “Sleepless”
POET: Kapardeli Eftichia.
From: GREECE
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

You must catch
sunrise
and that strange
flower
with white petals
and the red mark
the circle of life
to imprison
pink Sorrows
the shoulders of the angels
their wings ornaments
heavily
where the soul incessantly
the sky spreads and flies
At night the stars free
count
time to go
with the Sun heart
Stis land hug to submerge
together with the poor
homeless
and the hungry of the world
into an uninterrupted
sleepless prayer
Copyright @Kapardeli Eftichia.

34.
Poem: “BE KIND ALWAYS”
Poet: Flocerpida S.Villaruel
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

If in this life, we’re often treated wrong,
Don’t think of doing the revenge so strong.
Whatever comes, be kind and true—
God always watches both me and you.
Let no punishment fall by our hand;
There’s authority beyond, with the rightful stand.
Our Father above has all the right
To judge and bring justice into light.
And when it comes that our trust destroyed,
Invented stories , spread out just to annoy Keep on waiting,
stay humble and mild— Let patience bloom in our heart.
And never let the devil make you fall,
Whispering sin until you crawl.
Don’t give in to envy or jealous fear,
They’re tricks that bring only harm near.
Even if life treats you unfairly each day,
Take joy—“the humble shall be raised,” they say.
Those who boast and soar too high—
Their great fall comes by and by.
And to those chained by endless greed,
Hurting others to feed your nee
Copyright @ Flocerpida Villaruel.

35.
Poem: “Soulmate Connection ( Eternal Love)”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines 🇵🇭
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

In the depths of my heart, a longing resides deeply
A yearning for someone who feels like home sweetly
A connection so strong, it transcends all known bonds
A feeling that touches the soul, beyond all others
With eyes that sparkle, and a smile so brightly
They light up the world, and make everything right
Their presence is calming, their love so divine
A sense of belonging, that’s truly sublime and rare

In their arms, I find my peaceful nest slowly
A place where love and joy, forever will rest deeply
With every passing moment, our love will grow strong
Together forever, with hearts that beat as one song
With them by my side, I feel complete and whole
Together we’ll face life, with a love that makes us bold
Our bond will grow stronger, with each passing day bright
In their love, I find my guiding light shining

With every kiss, our love will ignite passionately
A flame that burns brightly, in the darkness of night softly
Our love will be the beacon, that guides us through life
A love that’s pure and true, a love that’s worth the fight
In their eyes, I see my future shining brightly
A future filled with hope, and a love that’s real truly
With them, I know that love, will forever be mine
A love that will stand, the test of time and sign

With every breath, I’ll love them more deeply
Forever and always, my heart will adore freely
In their love, I find my peaceful place truly
A love that will last, a love that will forever shine
Their love will be my shelter, my guiding star bright
A love that will lead me, through life’s darkest night far
With them, I know that I’ll, forever be at home
In their arms, is where I belong, forever known.
© @Dominique Erecilla Albano

36.
Poem: “THE LIGHT”
Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

We try to escape from the long darkness,
Where colonisators do with blood ” bisness”!
I’m sure only God’ s light
Can bring equality and human’s right.
Solong we stay indeferent…
The peace is not garanted and can’t be permanent.
Many nations feel so much pain
They cry, it’ s not natural rain!
One day they have to feel safe,
But the lidership must be brave!
If they want to be really proud,
They have to study the underground.!
Copyright @ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri

37.
Poem: “Five June”
Poet: Priyanka Neogi,
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

In the urge to care and love the environment,
In the call to keep the environment pure,
From June 5, 2012,
For the purpose of celebrating global Environment Day,
The journey started on “Environment Day”.
“Plants trees” to maintain the balance of the environment,
To maintain the environment of the environment,
The growth of the tree must be enterpreneur from the heart.
The role of the tree in the formation of oxygen,
Rules I plant at least one tree in a month,
Keep the care of the tree.
Flowers, fruits, in our shadow in the shadow,
The tree also has the life of the tree.
Increase the number of trees to keep the earth good,
From the desert to be covered in green, the highway,
If there is a pollution -free society,
There are pollution less rivers, soil, noise, air all in nature.
Copyright @ Priyanka Neogi.

38.
Poem: “Fire and Ice”
Author: Nikola Mrdak
Country: Montenegro
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

The white roses are cold
in your hand.

Innocent and pure
like the first snow.

Ah, if only tonight, my dear,
fire and ice
could burn together.
Copyright @ Nikola Mrdak .

39.
Poem : E C G
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath
From : India near Kolkata.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

A call came to me
Wit, touches, sense that gone.
Emotion, tied, with tears
Shows colour crimson,
Eyes frown, in anger, red
Raids among ribs, heart throbs

I, kept my words, silent
There is risk.. Risk… R I S K
Copyright @ Prabir Kumar Rath

40.
Poem: “IT RAINS ON MY SCATTERED SOUL.”
Poet: CONCETTA LA PLACA
From: ITALIA
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

It rains, the drops fall down
unstoppable over my face.
And so, penetrating deep,
they wash my frayed soul.
And as the rain comes down,
there, in my heart, amid memories that nestle inside, I hear the ancient echo singing of my frailty.
And I remember what has already been and what will be, when the last wave has swept away my
precarious existential essence.
Thus, I too will become water in water and slowly penetrate
into the arid earth that will welcome me,
to moisten the roots of humanity.
©@Concetta La Placa

41.
Poem: “I DON’T CARE” .
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni .
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

For the last twenty years or so, ‘I don’t care’ has been back in fashion, .
herds of brainless constipated people, all, in search of the rehabilitierung of ego, .
brick by brick, in the black shirt of ignorance organising raids, .
with the outcome of ending up dead, a mosquito bite away, on couch Freud’s. .
.
The new mass, without any strength, waiting for an acceleration, .
placed under scrutiny receives its models from television magazines, .
moved by a self-esteem disproportionate to its actual neural entity, .
ite, missa est, giving extreme unction, being a cancerous mass. .
.
Talking to the average italian is like talking to Louis XVI, .
an anencephaly patient who dreams of residing in the Medici court, .
living in Masters of Florence, the Renaissance soap opera, .
forcing you to surrender to the Magone as Lucius Chinchus Alimentus. .
.
With the new ‘I don’t care’ generations we should build democracy, .
stuff of exterminating homo sapiens sapiens with an attack of epizootics, .
we will rely on a detailed deliberative referendum of protest, .
forcing our fellow-citizens to use their heads. .
Copyright @ : Ivan Pozzoni .

42.
Poem: “Black daisy “
Poet: Indrajit Roy
From Kolkata, India.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

sun runs. pure scary.
shadows torn, stretched across,
our tiny, so tiny festivals. remember , i do, children screaming .
visiting hours of cashy hospitals.fresh , plastic tulips.

sun running, beside me , crying.
someone, im sure ,
trafficked this ball of fire .
Copyright @ Indrajit Roy

43.
Poem: “Nothing comparable”
Poet: Gopal Sinha,
From: Hongkong,
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

What I am today,
And where I am,
It is all due to your love,
I admit without shame,
You made me realize,
My potentials, otherwise,
I was not aware of, earlier,
Ways and means were unfamiliar.

You raised my confidence,
With love and patience,
In your trusted company,
I could cross hurdles many,
Name, fame and money,
They say, I have a voice of honey.

People know me, today,
By the position acquired,
I feel myself still deprived,
Have to pay a heavy price,
Make huge sacrifice,
Now being denied,
I have helplessly cried,
No wealth can suffice.

Your company was a pleasure,
Past moments, my real treasures,
I need you even more than before,
There is absolutely nothing to compare.
Copyright @ Gopal Sinha.

44.
Poem: “somewhere in the world”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island, Canada .
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

we are a spec a dot hardly a spot on this planet so large
when I say where I’m from
eyes could role wondering if it’s true or not
since we are a little spot so hard to see what place are we near
that makes one see a familiar
connection

it makes me happy to know since there are so many places we could go
we could find some joy sitting on a beach somewhere or climbing high on a mountain top
roaming crossed the land where trees fruit animals galore could astonish our senses perhaps a

desert or an oasis
it gives me a thrill to know no matter what you crave it’s out there somewhere to explore
we can find love with peace a brotherhood of man or stay away from troubled lands
Copyright @ Mary Garde.(mkap)

45.
Poem: “The mood”
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

Poet: Dr Nigar Khalilova
From: ?
Cats lie on trash bins with tales pointed south,
Arabic Simoom blow high up to the heavens.
The gawkers today better shup their own mouths,
The curious sand will get under the palates.
Cars hide under canvas that is set adrift,
Dust busily gets under every eyelid.
The nature presents with a very harsh gift,
The heart in the chest just refuses to beat.
Today I don’t love me and I don’t love you,
I’ll be the wind that makes all the roofs shutter.
Don’t mind me, friends, I am feeling blue,
And verses are born that don’t really matter.
Copyright @ Dr Nigar Khalilova

46.
Poem: “Label The Falls”
Name: Ruby Kaila Malhotra
Country: Canada
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

Flu funs, rain of spreads has a lame secret of tenderness,
Dante that bites
Soak some kind of resigned sleepiness, pot bellies what
marvel
Trails as if humble music wakes up with it, label the gulping
falls
Let currents pine that make the sleeping, splicing soul of the
landscape vibrate?
It’s a blue kiss that receives, the Earth, readiness stones
Branching the primitive myth that comes, snakes planting
back to life what Bacchus has been lifting
Custom art has been riding in a dinghy ever since, lily pads
bathing the violet lotus
The already cold contact of old heaven and lands, cordate
flushes
Plum burns butterscotch so seascapes with a constant,
sunsets can meek
Darning the aura of fruit alstroemeria plucks the one who
raises thorns
Betel anoints us with holy spirit of the baklava seas.
The one who spills life on the seedlings is passing by Goa
via
Tugela
Goals in the soul sadness of what is jogging unknown, label
the falls Niagara
The terrible nostalgia of a lost life, casts in fire slate, subtle sublimes
Floundering tunnels apart, slumber logs as misty rooms,
waiting to tear
Why do potters, bikers and hamsters have that terrible feeling
of being born late?
If you permit falls to showcase, waxing labels beside the restless
illusion of an impossible tomorrow, would whistle or tweet?
Tibet grunts with the nearby concern of the color of the flashing
flesh
Love awakens in the gray of its bursting rhythm, displacing faults
Santiago, our inner heaven has a brushed triumph of blood
but our optimism turns jacks to funerals
Label the falls before nested pen holders shave skins and
scrimmage
And nuts are the bets eyes of infinity that wager looks
Lizards nest while contemplating the dead drops on the glass.
Flowing brew cakes and onlookers cloud kindred rhymes
Tango to the white infinity that served them as a mother.
‪Every shard of reign shakes, the dark glass ‬that “pokies”
material
Mark colors and they leave him divine diamond wounds.
They are water poets who have seen and meditate
what the multitude of rushing rivers streets know not.
O silent rain, no storms or winds, urchins resist
Meteors house gentle, serene rain and soft might
Pocahontas runs good as peaceful hails before truth
Tahir, the one who weeps and sad about things falls!
O Franciscan snow you carry on your port drops to Kolkata
Cuts fringe souls of clear sources because bright humble
springs!
When you descend slowly rice rolls over the rock-splitting
fields where stallions dare and the horseshoe decorates
Wrap the roses of my chest Ruth with your open sounds.
The orchestrated song you mesh whips untraceable maps
Falls stalk the sound story you tell the herd
Comments crying my deserted heart crochets into buntings
Water scales in a black and deep pentagram without a key.
My soul has half sorrow of the serene hail, deconstructing
resigned stratus of unattainable things?
I have a light on the horizon that ties camouflage with hands
and my heated heart prevents me from racing to behold you?
Copyright @ Ruby Kaila Malhotra

47.
Poem: “Dormant Heart”
Poet: Dr. Debabrata Maji
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

The surroundings are full of noise
The thoughts of the mind remain in the mind,
There is no solitude anywhere around
It is impossible to say it.

The words of the heart remain in the heart
Or become a mountain,
The pain of separation has to be endured
The mouth has to be closed.

The joyful moment is not good
Uneasiness comes inside,
I spend the whole day helplessly
Desires lie dormant in my heart.

Even at the last moment, I want to say
My tongue does not give me a companion,
Even at the time of farewell, I went with you
I remained with the wall.
Copyright @ Dr. Debabrata Maji.

48.
Poem: “USHERING IN A NEW DAWN”
Poet: Ramachandra Rao Nanduri
From:Hyderabad, India.
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

Let gloomy night unfold a day bright
A cheerful face turns others day light
Grief be shut in self spread it not
Like a lighthouse be a ray of light;

Ego and envy spur one to spar
Sick in mind despots leave a scar
Misery to many for a few’s mirth;
Bombed land fills not a bowl of broth;

Humanity requires preserving all life
May history be written on a new leaf
Making a happy world be us all’s brief
Let’s assert that earth is none’s fief.
Copyright @ Ramachandra Rao Nanduri

49.
Poem: “Basement”
Poet: HyeKyung Ahn.
From: Seoul Korea
Primelore Published Date: 10, June,Tuesday,2025.

It was a basement someone had built long ago.
The door opened more easily than I expected,
and the air was thick with the scent of earth and mold.
It was a smell that unearthed long-forgotten pain,
the metallic stench of corruption I once uncovered.
Sealed-off objects testified to it.
I picked up a shooting star—
a dangerously glimmering green light.
A coldly shining star.
A star that spoke of the next life.
I thought the world underground was perilous,
and I became absorbed in the thought
that all of us will someday vanish.
Still,
someone’s corruption continued,
and the basement sank even deeper.
Determined not to lose the star,
I pressed my foot firmly on each step as I descended.
Copyright @ HyeKyung Ahn.

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