Dear poets and readers Thanks to all for all poems. It is the 87th edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Happy Eid Day for all. Just enjoy !
01.
Poem: “I BECAME”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER
From: Türkiye.
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
I walked your road — became a fool,
Was swept by winds — became their tool.
Was life a winter, endless, cold?
It froze my heart — I turned to cool.
When music played, I was the lute,
When words were sung, I found my root.
You burned within my tender flame —
With all your fire, I turned to soot.
When I was loved, I wore the crown,
When tears had fallen, I melted down.
A wicked word, from lips of shame —
When spoken loud, I turned to stone.
©® Mustafa Naci ÖZER
02
Poem: “specs on the earth are we”
Poet: Mary Garde
From: Canada
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
you look from above
you can hardly tell
we dwell here
yet looking down
to the ground
earth is Scarred across the planet marked from humanity destruction
it has taken its toll
we’ve changed the air we’ve changed the sea
our forests have been devastated
never will they regain
the luxury they once were giants to behold
our seas are so polluted it endangers the creature who swim beneath it
some will never recover
how long can earth endure
destroying nature’s
natural resources
questions asked over and over again
there is good on the earth those who wish to change
the ways we can move forward I for one wish before
we have distorted it all we could preserve for generations
Mary Garde
03.
Poem: “Happy EID Day”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
Happy EID Day for All
Not only for Muslims ;
Happy EID is for all peoples;
In the WORLD.
Religion is not a boundary;
To get smiley face and joy,
EID is for all;
He She you me;
girls and boy.
We pray to ALLAH’
For a peace-full world;
EID means Enjoy;
Please just smile
And enjoy with all
©® Afroza Jesmine
04.
Poem: “FOUNDING LIGHT
A POEM FOR THE ANNIVERSARY OF THE STATE OF BIRLAND
” Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
Across the map of wounded centuries,
a small light rises without fear.
Birland.. a name carried by dreamers
through storms of silence and exile.
Tonight the sky wears
its ceremonial blue,
and every distant window
becomes a lantern of belonging.
We gather not with swords,
but with poems,
with brushes wet from memory,
with songs born
from the pulse of humanity.
Birland is not merely a border,
nor a flag trembling in the wind,
it is a hand extended
toward the future,
asking the world
to believe again in beauty.
Children release paper stars
into the breathing night,
while artists carve hope
upon the face of darkness.
Poets arrive from forgotten shores,
their languages flowing
like rivers into one sea.
And every verse declares:
peace is still possible.
O Birland,
may your anniversary
become a garden of cultures,
where difference is music
and compassion the law of dawn.
May every color painted today
remain alive tomorrow,
and may every human heart
find in your celebration
a homeland of light.
©® TAGHRID BOU MERHI
05.
Poem: “Childrens in West Bank…”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
Childrens in Gaza
Childrens of Gaza
One war and one day
The childrens in Gaza
They say the word
“War”
First
And after they say
Mom
Childrens in Gaza
They are all tattoo their names in their arms
Because a day is too short
And maybe until the end of night
They will become Angels
There is a whole world in the
West Bank
A kindergarden that bad dragons attack for a long time ago
Nobody helps
Nobody support
Nobody cares
The blood is cooling everywhere in Gaza
In the school
In the streets
Where the childrens supposed to play and laugh
Bombs have destroy the houses
Childrens in Gaza
are born heroes
from their mother’s belly
Childrens in Gaza
THey fight since they are born
Do not dare close your eyes
In this unfair reality
Don’t close your eyes in this genocide
Stand up for the childrens of
Gaza
©® Eva Petropoulou Lianou
06.
Poem: “UPON THE WIND”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
His voice rides the wind tonight
The pages glowing in the candlelight
Words of peace across the sky
As soft as the clouds that wander by
Send the words, let them fly away
Send the words with the wind today
Send the words, let them fly away
Our heart will hear what our soul can’t say
Through your warm voice, wisdom grows
Like a river of love that gently flows
Send the words, let them fly away
Love and passion will always stay
©® Vo Thi Nhu Mai
07.
Poem: “Spring of a Thousand Years”
Poet: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
From: China
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
The spring that kicks off the twelve months of the year
Comes walking out from the ancient Dongba scriptures
In this thousand-year-old temple
It takes root and settles down
Bees leap up
To the top of the crabapple branches
Buzzing to spread the glad tidings of spring
The thousand-year-old Ten-Mile Fragrance tree standing in the temple center
Has also traveled here from a thousand years ago
Draped in pure white, cloaked in full-bloom fragrance
Swaying elegantly, bursting into a profusion of blossoms
Starting from the bleak, desolate winter
It unfolds its blooms to the world, one by one
— Beauty spanning three lifetimes
Pheasants and jungle fowls sing and soar joyfully on the back hill
Steeds on the distant Ancient Tea-Horse Road prance and leap merrily
Farm cattle in the nearby fields low loudly
All living things rush to learn the good news of spring’s arrival
They offer their highest etiquette
To welcome this Dongba Spring that has finally come after wandering through a thousand years
O dear Dongba Spring
Over these thousand years
Who has been waiting for you?
Who are you waiting for?
©® Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
08.
Poem: “A Dialogue with a Weary Poet”
Poet: Ruwa Al-Turayfi
From: Sudan
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
He said: Write poems about me, for I
Have willingly given you my letters and my inkwell.
I am no longer fit to be a poet today…
I am tired—I lay my staff at your feet.
O you who own the pulse within poems…
Life cannot stand straight without death.
We are those who die within our minds,
Escaping the living through words.
Our own poems assassinate us by fate,
Those that recount our history with trusted transmission.
Poems are a curse, my friend—
Nothing can save us from curses.
Poetry is glorification of He who created life,
And glorification is not complete without prayer.
He said: Write about me… for I am exhausted,
The tenderness of words has worn me out.
I do not want poetry—spare me and have mercy,
I do not want it… I want my life.
O master of words, your pulse runs in my blood…
Poetry is my poetry, and writing is my self.
Poetry is life’s command to our souls,
The letter is a lifeline for spirits.
Be gentle with your poetry—that is what you bear,
Poetry is imposed on you like prayers.
Poetry is the appointed time for an obligatory pilgrimage,
So disbelieve if you wish for an approaching death.
Life cannot stand straight unless you burn
O “you,” none escape the words.
©® Ruwa Al-Turayfi
09.
Poem: “For you (Për ty)”
Poet: Fejzë Demiri
From:
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
For you
I’ll turn all the lights off
And I would stay in the darkness
I will also turn off the last candle, burned flame
of spirits
Because, neither the light will have any sense without you.
Love cohesion (Kohezion Dashurie)
Darling
Wait for me to come one day
As particle molecules
Wait for me
Let’s get together, in this cohesion of love.
Gateway of the Heart (Porta e zemres)
Whenever you feel lonely
You can open the gateway of my heart
There is still room for exit- entry.
Candles for light (Qirinj për dritë)
How many candles are lit?
To get rid of this darkness
But I did not know
That the darkness extinguishes all candles.
I will come
I’ll come one day
To remove your tears
I’ll be your smile
Although I won’t be with you
I’ll be in your footsteps
Let me please
To be your sleep
Përktheu – Faredin Demiri dhe Faton Beqaj
©® Fejzë Demiri
10.
Poem: “MOTHER’S DAY”
Poet: Écrire à Elisabeth Fred
From: French Guiana near Brazil
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
Cherub,
giver of life, you receive happiness after nine months of patience.
In the child’s development,
you are essential,
even though society
hasn’t valued your role,
you keep fighting.
Creole mother,
you are the pillar of the home.
You fight,
alone or with others,
for the well-being
of the family.
Mother, your gray hair is a testament to wisdom.
You have lived long enough to win a thousand battles.
You are the protective shield
of the family.
You always leave sweetness along the way.
©® Écrire à Elisabeth Fred
11.
Poem: “I’m not your toy”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic
From: Serbia/Canada
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
Powerful, invisible wind,
take me from the rock wall while I sail,
while wild waves flow around me.
The wonderful darkness, cold,
take me to the far
horizon of that blue distance, which is unattainable.
I’m trying to catch you,
with a sigh, but I’m the man who
persistently abandons you with an exhale.
I’m trying persistently to grab your invisible force.
I feel the shudder, to every touch of my skin.
Every pore opened to absorb you, but unsuccessfully.
You swing me with swaying intensity, on a steep wall.
I’m playing with life.
I’d like to hug you,
and you push me away,
you carry me to the mainland.
I’m sure you don’t want me,
because I hear behind you the waves that
you navigate with,
dragging the small pebbles off the beach
and returning it again, different, more shapely.
You’re changing the game’s order.
You shift every object that is on your way.
Strong winds, I hear how the earth calls me.
I hear sparkling water joining
in the waterfalls with the shore.
I hear this unusual shape of whiteness
that rustles through the fine gravel.
I hear your pleasantly swimming of a mixed bowel
and I go to the edge where the water does not reach.
And I stand, I feel that I am untouchable,
that I am the other world.
While you howl at me even more powerful
to escape further into my interior.
©® Tanja Ajtic
12.
Poem: “The Echo of the Waves”
Poet: Akifa Shazzad Prova
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
The ocean speaks in whispers to the shore,
A gentle rush of blue, and then a sigh.
It tells the secrets kept from days of yore,
Beneath the canvas of a twilight sky.
The silver waves, they dance and softly gleam,
Like shifting mirrors in the fading light.
They carry every drifting, silent dream,
Into the deep and quiet lap of night.
I stand alone where sand and water meet,
And listen to the rhythm of the sea.
A timeless song that makes the world complete,
A breath of wind that sets my spirit free.
For in the music of the crashing tide,
The earth reveals its oldest, truest heart.
A endless wonder where the shadows hide,
Where human soul and nature never part.
Bio: Akifa Shazzad Prova is a 13-year-old internationally published author, poet, and songwriter from Bangladesh. Her poetry collection, ‘The World Through Akifa’s Eyes,’ has garnered over 50,000 views on Webnovel. She is a highly commended £1,000 Scholarship Winner of the Immerse Education Online Research Programme 2026 (London) and a National Knowledge Carnival ’26 Winner. Her creative works have been featured globally, including her poem ‘The Infinite Vow’ in Nexus Pages Publishing’s anthology *Beneath the Midnight Sky*, as well as selections in Nigeria’s SweetSmell Journal and the Pakistan Japan Cultural Association Islamabad Haiku Anthology.
A registered UNICEF U-Reporter and ocean conservationist, Akifa holds professional certifications in Cybersecurity, MEAL Essentials, PSEA, Stress Management, and Gender-Based Violence (GBV) frameworks. Through her writing, she aims to empower young voices worldwide.
©® Akifa Shazzad Prova
13.
Poem: “Quantum Truth”
Poet: Bertha Galán
From: Bolivia.
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
There is pure quantum truth
It nourishes infinite fields,
It vibrates in the deep mind
elevating all of existence.
Thus awakens the divine web
interwoven with eternal roses,
the void returns the sowing
in atoms of memory…
Memory of secret energy!
The law of the void beats
flow of light at dusk,
crowned with waves and reality.
You are a particle of glory
anointed on wings of fire
Thus you shine as a frequency
ripening in vessels of time,
pure and noble essence,
you radiate dawns to the vast universe.
Triumph… winter has collapsed!
The soul keeps traces
each leap becomes light,
each atom, a pulse of consciousness.
Thus life vibrates with elegance!
©® Bertha Galán
14.
Article: “TRAVELING THE PATHS OF BILAL AL MASRI’S POETRY BOOK “BECAUSE OF YOU”
Poet: Bilal Al Masri!
From: Lebanon.
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
TRAVELING THE PATHS OF BILAL AL MASRI’S POETRY BOOK “BECAUSE OF YOU” Dr. Honoris Causa Rozalia Aleksandrova, Bulgaria While reading this book, I tried to explore the cultural dimension within its pages. I came to the conclusion that this poetry is, above all, multifunctional and supranational and does not differ in life experience from that called poetry without borders. I conventionally divided the poems into three separate structural units: Guide to the Soul, For Your Sake, Guide to the Soul 2. Here are some specific observations on the first and third parts: They represent a confessional core of the emotions of the human soul, embarking on the path of perfection. In them, especially in the first part, the poet does not simply share his views on the world, but asks the reader to follow him, to empathize with the path that the poet has chosen. In this way, the reader joins the side of Good. The poet demonstrates a universal human and spiritual vision of the world, the sky, darkness and Love, which he has woven into the word. There is also a moment at the beginning that describes in advance the end of the love story. Unusual, but touching as a technique in modern poetry. It immediately makes an impression that the drama in the choice of images – reflections of the mental anguish, in the metaphors and comparisons. For example: “Bread looks like a stab wound”, or – “I am just like you, salesperson of luck at the end of the day.” The author expresses a mature attitude towards the art of language, protecting it from bad and dishonest words. Still, the paths of reason for him unravel sorrows in order to give birth to joy. He passes through spaces, times and thought patterns, which he
decodes not directly, but with an inner flame. Thus, he restores the status quo of the pure man. In the verse-dwelling “Tears”, the poet does not blame the sufferers according to the Western model, but gives them his own poetic stage to express themselves and their pain. In the first part, it seems as if the feelings are more restrained, with a predominance of the canonical philosophical interpretations of the life of man on Earth. They definitely dominate in the third part as well. That is why there are quite a few aphoristic finds, for example, “The path is in your heart,” or “Only lovers swallow their bodies like a mystery.” In the poem “The Embrace,” the aphorism unfolds in a parable about the “wings of the embrace.” The poems in which there is a personal element (“Absence” and “My Mother”) also possess the power of the hidden emotion to which the author has opened a small window. In the book, I also encounter the cries of a desperate man, heading towards the afterlife and taking stock of his life. These and other emotions with a similar emanation melt away in the second part. Different in sound are the poems given in the book, or the second part, called “Because of You” after the poem of the same name. Here, it is as if the veil that concealed the author’s feelings has fallen and he freely expresses himself and his attitude towards his beloved. This part of the book is beautiful like most love poems by world poets that I know. Because both the joy and the sorrow in the thrills of love are similar and create an incredible picture of one of the most wonderful
achievements in the world of man – love for the beloved person. Before this love, there is only the love for the child or parents. From the bottom of my heart I wish “On a good path!” to the poetic book “Because of You” ©® Bilal Al Masri!
15.
Poem: “LONGING”
Poet: Jaroslav Kish
From: Serbia
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
The passage of time in given moments,
Clock hands joined and
Thoughts directed in an inevitable course,
They tell me that walking is nothing else
To the growth of intellect.
I see a simple poem, in a simple flow
Cheers, a song as wild as disheveled hair
wild autumn,
A song as light as a spring melody that you
It overwhelms the senses.
I see a song like a sip of wine
When it slides down your throat and creates a song.
The joined hands of the clock speak my mind again
Which one do you long to hear:
You know that…I love you!
©® Jaroslav Kish
16.
Poem: “Faith and Peace”
Poet: Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: LUTON UK
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
I read beautiful verses about Peace
Unfortunately, I stopped believing in him
However, hope is the last to die
War opens its doors again
For as long as I can remember, wars have existed
Sometimes they just fell silent for a moment
There are so many institutions of organization
Unfortunately, nothing is happening to improve
A lot of discussion about the Talking Room
But no concrete action
I’m sad and heavy on my soul
The world crumbles because of money
Everyone just demands them
Not caring about Peace at all
Why risk anything
To save humanity with peace
In fact, the victims of the war
They were left alone in the fight for freedom
Once upon a time there was a man full of courage
Peace was of the utmost importance to him
All religions head invited
He asked for a common prayer for Peace
When the common prayers continued
No shots were fired anywhere in the world
It was only one day
But the memory of it has been thrown into the shadows
Only all religions unify
He will create a new generation of Peace
Not like now proving
Whose religion is best shouted at
But in humility and purity of heart
Together we ask for Peace for humanity
Only such a teaching of society
It will awaken the essence of humanity in hearts
The Man of Peace will be reborn again
Ennobled by Mercy the Newborn
Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
17.
Poem: “For the chiding dove”
Poet: Helen Pletts
From: UK.
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
For the chiding dove
—the pink of wing
lighter for the sun’s blush
and the swoop like a ribbon of flesh
through the rib of foliage—
the soft dark cradle of green.
And I will count you in for the wing tips
raised with a flourish,
under the small pink sails of feathers
now the silver, now the pink again.
Did she pin your flesh, pink to your sides
and take the night air in her mouth
and scold the stars for falling
down to earth too fast?
©® Helen Pletts
18.
Poem: “The Humanoid… !”
Poet: Selim BOUMERDAS
From: France
Primelore Published Date: 26 May Tuesday 2026.
The Humanoid… !
Between crumbling will and stubborn memory, eyes glued to the rearview mirror.
Poem
The humanoid… !
Resolutions based
on ideals
of success or failure
are often hard to reach.
Off-track goals
Lost markers
Uncontrollable turn
Loss of speed
You drive in survival mode
Warning in your head
But
You stay marble-still
When your shell
Slipping away, you watch yourself
Without trying to interact
Then willpower crumbles.
Good will at the start
Resolutions lost
Along the way.
If you manage to restart
Your life
Your eyes will be
Glued to the rearview mirror
Forgetting the landscape
Unfolding.
It will drag you into its fall
Stubborn memories.
Selim BOUMERDAS (B.Slim39)
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