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01.
Poem: “NEW EARTH”
Poet: Eftichia kapardeli.
From: GREECE.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Silent, soft unknown
World
The old of God
a deep ancient sound

of groaning and sighing
In the old clocks
I ask time
about the past

for the hours, the moments that
uninhabited
slipped through
the crowded
hurried

The holidays have passed
the flowers have withered
a “Holy Land”
a trembling newly revealed
star
in an old book with many pages
the New World
stands out.
Copyright @ Eftichia kapardeli

02.
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
Poem: “THE LOUDEST THING I NEVER SAID”
From: Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

. I never told my father
that the birds spoke for me
those tiny flares of green and red
breaking across the sky
like fireworks
that refused to vanish quietly

. He thought I came to watch them
Really, I came to watch him
His stillness
His waiting
His eyes, always
half in the clouds

. I wanted to tell him
I understood
how some returns are too brief
how even joy
can ache

. But I stayed quiet
and let the birds say it louder
with their riot of wings
and their songs
that made even the mountain
shiver
Copyright @ Vo Thi Nhu Mai

03.
Poem:”Homeland”
Poet : Afroza Jasmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

The fields of crops are filled with the sweet scent of autumn,
There is no emptiness like a sad woman.

Oh my Homeland!
You are filled with the happiness of giving,
Oh! I have never seen such a golden image,
That mustard field, standing with its head raised by the bank,
Like the yellow body of a young girl;

Standing alone and silent, waiting for the union.
Her eyes are as open as the blue sky.
No, no, I can never forget;
This land is like a picture of heaven.
Here, the bride walks slowly, swaying her ornaments!
Her mind is filled with new vitality,
She is riding a palanquin to her father’s house,
taking the vows of the glorious Nobanno(a festival or celebration of new rice.)

It feels so good to think about it,
The feeling of everything around is so beautiful !
With how much compassion the rules have created
My homeland, which grows ;
Gold, Diamond, and Platinum.
How can I forget my Homeland !
Copyright @ Afroza Jasmine.

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04.
Poem: “WATERFALLS OF MY DREAMS”
Poet: Irena Jovanović,
From: Serbia
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Drops, drops, drops
millions of shiny drops
just coming to me from heavens
brilliants of lightful messages
jumping into my aura basket
caught in my heart cage
in a web of my miracle catcher
translucent and iridescent
so many majestic drops
each is a wonder full of life
in its essence, feeding my presence
waterfalls, waterfalls, waterfalls of drops
dreams of how life is coming to be
bringing luminescence into our perception
clearing vision, clarifying existence
just soothing all aspects of my
inner being moods and nuances
opening all doors of my wrapped soul buds
removing all walls and subtly flowing, nicely
through all vast universes of my atoms
just caressing my intrinsic soul gardens
flooding my meadows with ultimate freshness
offering new dew to each flower, each leaf
and a plant of thought that I finally raise
waterfalls, waterfalls, and waterfalls of my dreams
heavenly food, spirit of life
angelic love, bliss, sweet niceness
awakened life, incoming wealth
just drops, drops, drops
full extent of jubilance
my life in uplifted dreams
Copyright @ Irena Jovanović

05.
poet: “Beginning of a path”
Poet: Sincerity Phanbuh,
From: Meghalaya, India
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Beginning of a Path
Walked down the aisle, holding hands together
The beginning of a brand new life chapter ,
It’s not that easy to determine where to start
May God guide you on this blessed path ;
Marriage is a journey not just a destination
It’s the vows you made not just a celebration,
It’s the beginning of a path you’d travel together
Overcoming obstacles ,storms the weather.
No matter what comes , what throws in your way
The good Lord will guide you every single day.
If you have faith and trust in each other
Cherish each other dreams as your own
Your arms and heart will be her shelter
Turning stumbling blocks into stepping stones ;
For the one who’s holding your heart
Will be your comfort and strength ,
Of the life you are going to start
Confronting all life’s challenges .
May you have the courage to stand up to life’s test
May your hopes and dreams be truly blessed..
Copyrighted @ Sincerity Phanbuh.

06.
Poem: “Mother”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

A woman who became
Mother
A word that exists More than million years

We are not all so lucky to have a mom
We had an emptyness
Like a deep deep hole in-between our heart and soul

This emptyness is the
Mother
Copyright @EVA Petropoulou Lianou

07.
Poem: “My friend, KIEU BICH HAU”
Poet: Dr. Kang Byeong-Cheol
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Who are you?
I do care about you
I have been searching beautiful value in yourself
I feel intimacy, care you and share activity

My friend, KIEU BICH HAU
You reveal me to the world,
What is in my mind
What do I do
Through our friendship,
World understand me

A man is like an island,
Like our life to be that of an island
Trees and birds,
Friends of an island

A man without friends is a devastated Island
An island without spring water and trees
My dearest friend, KIEU BICH HAU
Make birds take a rest through your kindness
You are my trees and spring water

Through mutual caring, intimacy, shared activity
We became friends
My dearest friend, KIEU BICH HAU
Copyright @ Dr. Kang Byeong-Cheol.

08.
Poem: “On the Black and White Photo of Daling”
Poet: Ma Yongbo
From: China
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

At that time
Days are distinct
You live a life black and white
Run like a country girl
I see you coming out of dark woods
Where you picked white flowers
I see you smiling
I see you smiling at me
In those days I didn’t exist
I saw only others
Those days passed by
That’s when you loved me most
You must be thinking of me happily
Thinking I was looking for you
Like looking for a lost partner of childhood
Content with these thoughts
Content with hiding myself well
When I finally found you
You no longer loved me that purely
At times you look gloomy
Wet hair stuck on your forehead
On a brightly sunny grass slope
Run bare footed on the burning hot grassland
Turn and we stare together
At the simple but affluent/plenty life
See the dark woods a little girl picking white flowers has come out of
Puzzled at the blaring white light along the border of the woods
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo

09.
Poem: “UNTAINTED ROBE”
Poet: Aminu Femi Jamiu
From: Nigerian.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

I’m the color of Life,
That traded in an untainted robe,
Bonding across boundaries,
And shedding the worldly plaque.

In this world of unrest;
Where war is the slogan,
Drumming and bumbling,
Beneath the soil of unity.

I’m the microcosm,
Of light in darkness,
Upon the shoulder of equity,
I stood,
Lifting up the banner of liberty.

Yes, my robe is white,
My garment undefiled,
Like the unbroken hymen,
From the mountains,
Down to the Sea,
Did I tread upon harmony,
Uniting nature with the universe.

Let no man stain my raiment,
Let everyone adore my white robe,
As no one appreciate darkness,
At the encounter with light.

I hereby brewed love,
To embrace tranquility,
I browsed with the white egret,
Singing my songs of peace,
To tickle the dendrite of daffodils.

Just like white corn paste,
Comes out of the black pot,
From the clattered of war,
From the broken pieces,
I’m made whole,
And yet, I will still be heard,
As the softest echo,
A delight to every souls.
Copyright @ Aminu Femi Jamiu.
Bio: Aminu Femi Jamiu is an Internationally recognized, Award – Winning Nigerian Poet, Author, Editor, Social Activist, International Ambassador Of Peace, Universal Icon Of Poetry, recipient of several National and International Awards, including the Gujarat Sahitya academy award India, World Union of Poets “Icon Of Peace award 2021”, e.t.c. He was born on 26th October 1994. He is an HND holder of Biochemistry from Kogi State Polytechnic, lokoja, Nigeria. And he is a chemistry, physics and mathematics teacher. Femi has authored two English poetry book “Poetry Pearls” and “Cosmic Voice” (The International Anthology of Contemporary Global Poets), co-author of 40 Anthologies world wide. His poems have been published in many Magazines, Journals, E-zines and Newspapers. His poems have been translated into many International languages. Recently his poem has been published in Guinness World Record holding Anthology (Hyperpoem). He has been featured as one of the World’s Contemporary Poet. He’s the founder and president of the international literary online platform “Home of Global Writers.

10.
Poem: “Whispers of a Music”
Poet: Raechel
From: Cambridge, UK.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Like a fresh spring breeze,
Spreading warmth through winter’s freeze.
A serenade to the soul.

Spreading sorrow or the joy we seek.
Echoes of the one our hearts bespeak.
A spark that makes us soar to the sky.

Soft as a serene sea at times,
Crushing like crashing waves other times.
A driving force to achieve our goals.

Simple notes that stir deep wonder.
Setting our pulse a tad bit faster.
A guardian angel guiding us forward.
Copyright @ Raechel

11.
Poem: “THE MINER”
Maja Milojković.
From: Serbia.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

A worker.
A man who toils endlessly to build a home,
to shelter and feed his family.
His hands are rough from hard labor.
His gaze is dim – the sun rarely meets his eyes.
His body, strong and muscular,
his stomach flat from the constant motions
of wielding special tools day after day.
His skin is darkened, covered in coal dust.
His lungs live in the shadow of countless dangers.
And why does he work so hard?
Because someone must.
It is hard to be working class.
Everyone wants to be a gentleman,
to drive a fine car.
They remember the worker only during elections,
or when Labor Day is being celebrated.
To many, the miner is invisible –
just another soul who labors in silence,
descending into the dark
so others can live in the light.
And he?
He forgets his pain the moment he comes home –
when his wife and many children greet him with joy,
welcoming him to the table, to love, to rest.
My deep respect to the miners
and to the entire working class.
The world stands upon your backs.
And I, as a poet, can only say:
my heart will always beat with gratitude for your labor.
Copyright @ Maja Milojković.

12.
Poem: “Address of happiness”
Poet: Ms. Yang Geum-Hee.
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

The road begins at the end of language
At the end of the road is the word’s address

If you follow the words of love
There is a words house full of warmth
In the place where happy people stayed for a long time
There is a caring word’s house

Recognizing the word’s address is simple
follow the path of the heart
Anyone can find it even without a milestone
just follow the temperature

People who used to be happy
Thinking beyond greed
Sometimes they used to lose the address of happiness

So as not to lose the way
keep the light in your heart

Even if you somehow lose that address
If you want to find that way again
Just follow the language of happy people
Soft wind,
Do not let go of the warmth;
Embrace the bright smile that greets you at the end of the road.
Copyright @ Ms. Yang Geum-Hee.

13.
Poem:“Don’t be sad”
Poet:Ahmed Miqdad
From: Ga za
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

If I died
Don’t be sad
‘Cause I’ll be happy
To get rid of this cruel world.
Don’t be sad for my death
‘Cause in the time
I was slaughtered
You were silently watching.
Don’t show your sadness
Over my dreadful death
Because I was screaming
Under the rubble
While you were condemning.
If I died
Don’t cry over my body
Because I was famished and
You weren’t able to give me a sip of water.
If we died
Cry for yourself
Because you will no longer be a human.
Copyright @ Ahmed Miqdad .

14.
Poet: Gülay Karaoğlu
Poem: “EVOLUTION TREE”
From: TÜRKİYE.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Universe asked,
Did you make people happy?
Woman,
No, I wasn’t able to make it.
Universe,
Why?
Woman,
Because my priorities were always people,
I didn’t want to offend or upset them.
Universe,
Why?
Aren’t you a human?
Don’t you have the right to be happy too?
Woman,
I’m strong. I could be able to cope with my pain and disappointment.
Universe,
No one is strong in life,
Everyone needs someone to be happy in life.
Woman,
I am always with people,
Why can’t I make them happy?
Universe,
While postponing your wishes,
You gave them things before they did not want from you.
You gave a lot of value to those people
More than yourself.
Because;

You put your resentments inside you
So as not to offend them,
Because you are looking for happiness in a Smiling face,
In small words,
At a friendly glance.
The woman raised her head to the sky,
That myth of the cosmos has still discussed.
A wonderfully meaningful, reflecting the light from the darkness,
She looked at its mocking smile.
The woman said you are right.
I forgot to be myself and tried to be the “me” of others.
I tried to give my essence, my light, from myself, to people for free.
I tolerated cruel jealousies.
I saw the ulterior motives, but I did not.
Universe,
But you are the essence of thousands of lights in this universe,
You have donated to humanity with your core,
With your intention,
Know that if existence continues on this Earth,
Faithful like you people who give up their essence
And share their self-light will continue.
Even though the pain overshadows your happiness,
A person you win,
In the existence of the universe,
In the future of the cosmos
You will be one of
Those Who will make the evolution tree green in the future.
Bio: Gülay Karaoğlu is a researcher and author in Türkiye She writes poems in her emotional times.
Copyright @ Gülay Karaoğlu

15.
Poem: “The Juice of Books”
Poet: Moammar Al-Sofyani
From: Yemen
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

And my intoxicated letter
How can it sober up about your cheeks in its drunkenness, O Spring Mulberry?
It emerges from your specter, then returns
On the cup, like wisps of smoke…
Peace be upon you, my poetry…

In the bird’s crop
From my drowning voice
It tucked a line
In love on its beak
And squeezed the space from the juice of books.
Copyright @ Muammar Al-Sufyani Bio:Muammar Al-Sufyani,was born in 1982, Taiz Governorate, Yemen. A prose poet, holder of several honorary doctorates from Arab and international forums. Member of Al-Ummah International Magazine in Bangladesh. Member of Daily Graph Arabic Magazine in Egypt. Writes for several magazines Arabic,English,Italian,and Spanish language

16.
Poem: “The Silent Bond”
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Friendship speaks no tongue or sound,
In heartbeats pure, it’s truly found.

No need for words, no need for speech,
Its quiet truth is hard to teach.

A glance, a smile, a silent tear,
Can bring a faithful comrade near.

When days are dark and nights are long,
A friend can make the weak feel strong.

Not bound by race or place or creed,
It grows in time, through thought and deed.

It doesn’t ask for gold or fame,
It lifts you up and shares the flame.

It walks with you through storm and sun,
And stays until the fight is won.

No border stops its gentle flow,
It thrives where love and kindness grow.

Through laughter loud or quiet pain,
True friendship is a priceless gain.

It hears the things we do not say,
And lights our soul along the way.

No dictionary can define
This bond that makes the heart align.

So cherish friends both old and new—
They are the stars that guide us through.
Copyright @ S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)

17.
Poem: “SURRENDER”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Universe I am ready
to embrace the unknown
go along the cosmic adventure
without hesitation
the uncertainties entice me
I can do the impossible now
I know fully well that
the divine plan is better
than my plan
I accept
what divine bestows to me
in divine time
I am given only that
what is best for my growth
I therefore,surrender.
Copyright @ Sangeeta Gupta

18.
Poem: “In the passion of silence “
Poet: Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń
From: Poland
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

, Sailing to You to see the sun
waves of elevations on chords of emotions
connect the clouds with a warm touch
and crush all sorrows in a common boat
. count every moment in every breath
waves of memories to sail out to sea
dawns awakened from the mists by a fork
stars of glances shine into the depths of the embrace
. into everyday life a bright Vistula thought with a murmur
flows passionately into the haven of silence
amidst breaths a warm tender stream
in the note of rhapsody hears its own whisper in the soul
. Copyright @ Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń

19.
Poem: “EXPECTATION”
Poet: Antonis filippeos.
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Amidst the wild rocks
blood is gushing;
it is bitter,
it waters the wildflowers
of the sea
and like young swallows
they quench their thirst with the saltiness
that drips onto lachrymose faces.
The pain like a thorn
It tears you,
the salt burns all the sins;
that dont dry up
by the suns water.
You can run under the rain,
to beg for an expectation
of life,
to bring along mercy.
You seek of it for ages,
through the immortal time passing by,
and when it erodes the souls,
it renders them to eternal guards.
Copyright @ Antonis filippeos.

20.
Poem: “PEOPLE ARE BLESSED”
Poet: Edna Salona-Labrador
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

PEOPLE ARE BLESSED
Of all creations people are the most blessed
For they are created in God’s image
Spiritual knowledge which God gives
He doesn’t give to the plants and beasts.

The promise of everlasting life
God gives only to men
Other creations may exist
But continuous life they will not gain.

God makes his people the blessed heir
Of a paradise on earth or the kingdom in heaven
If the birds and the lilies God takes care
Man created in His image receives twice better
Copyright @ Edna Salona-Labrador.

21.
Poem: “Rhiannon”
Poet: T E Rogers.
From: Wales, UK.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

The Celtic Wonder Child,
The Goddess of Sovereignty are some of
the descriptions of our Welsh Goddess.
Who we have been enchanted
with from the start with unrelenting fondness.

So beautiful and captivating
is the ballad of the birds of Rhiannon,
with tranquil tender sounds,
that seem distant yet are so very near.

A strong minded otherworld lady with a story so fitting
it could be Norse, that is if you could ever catch her horse.
Some say she now resides in a Bannau high lake,
with another story relying totally on fate.

Way high up in Gorsedd Arberth,
where the terrain is fearsome and reckless
Never had it been seen, a women taken by the wind,
yet in your mind you would stay,
if she were to offer you heaven or Annwn.
Copyright @ T E Rogers.

22.
Poem: “Wound of Struggle”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore Published Date:13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Shining in the statue of words
Wound is aching.
Insecurity and suspect
Confusion of love and life;
Once showy love followed
Later collapsed.
No true love by anyone was composed in my head.
Then became artist of the earth.
Beauty of sublimity was in the wound.
Endurance is my journey.
Thinking alone makes me artist.
The little is my worth in the writing.
Copyright @ Til Kumari Sharma

23.
Poem: “Resurgence”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano.
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

She emerges from the darkness, forged in the fire of adversity
Her spirit unbroken, her will unshaken
With every challenge, she finds a deeper strength
A resilience that echoes through her very being

Her journey is marked by scars, but also by triumph
She wears her struggles like a badge of honor
She rises, a phoenix from the ashes of her past
A powerful, unapologetic, and unstoppable force.
Copyright @ Dominique Erecilla Albano

24.
Poem: “I Am Woman”
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite
From: Osun state, Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

I am a woman.
Not by accident. Not by the randomness of birth.
But by design, intentional, deliberate, eternal.

There is depth in me that cannot be explained,
A rhythm to my presence that cannot be imitated.
I am not just flesh and frame
I am essence, I am purpose, I am soul wrapped in grace.

My softness is not weakness.
It is strength disciplined by love.
My silence is not surrender.
It is wisdom that speaks only when necessary.
I do not shout to be heard.
I live, and that is enough.

I carry life not only in my womb,
But in my words, my work, my witness.
Where I stand, peace follows.
Where I touch, healing begins.
Where I speak, something awakens.

I am not here to compete.
I am not lesser, not fragile, not an afterthought.
I am not what culture decides.
I am who God designed.

Eleda mi mo mi
My Creator knows me.
And in that knowledge, I am complete.
Nothing missing. Nothing lacking.

I have been broken, yes.
But not buried.
Tried by fire, but not consumed.
Because in every season, I remember who I am.

Obinrin ni mi.
A woman. Full. Whole. Enough.
And that is my truth whether the world applauds or not.
Copyright @ Emmanuel Adegbite

25.
Poem: “As within So without”
Poet: BELLO WADUDU KEHINDE (Al-imam)
From: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Within a man lifespan,
Without a ounce of rue.
From the onset,
The posterity-breeding &heredity.
Lies a mindset,
Of life full of serenity & tranquility.
To be within peace, a life without bleat.
Within a truth unfold,
Without the world false told.
Portrayal of betrayal,
With apologies we shouldn’t owe.
Running Helter-skelter,
To destination that wasn’t known.

An eye peering above,
Below, running with hope.
Peeling humanity away,
Dreaming and fading away.
Within finding a way,
Without telling a sage.
Copyright @ BELLO WADUDU KEHINDE (Al-imam)

26.
Poem: “About Love”
Poet: Souad Zakarani
From : Morocco
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

I’ve been wondering
lately, about love
how it dies,
and where it goes
when it does…

         I suppose some loves
    die quickly, silently
    deprived of oxygen,  
       strangled with care.

Some may free-fall
through ocean depths,
weighted down,
sinking slowly, then
Quickly a silent thud.

         Others may slow-burn
    in a desert bonfire,
    struggling embers
    whimpering,
    cries unheard
    ashes left behind,
    or not a trace
    of having been.

Maybe there’s
a love heaven,
where once
loving spirits
spend eternity…
I would like to think that.

         Once upon a time,
    I cried over this
    Tears ran like a river…

One day,
they froze in my eyes.
         River creatures,
    prisoners in chunks of ice
    My heart too.

The thaw is slow…
and painful.
Copyright @ Souad Zakarani

27.
Poem: “Letter”
Poet: HyeKyung Ahn
From:Seoul Korea
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

But yesterday, I went out to the field,
walking through the grass, brushing it aside.
A magpie, instead of flying away,
pattered before me.
I wanted to place my hand
on its shimmering wing.
Could my hand become a letter?
Already in the iris stems,
the flutter of summer had arrived.
Not knowing what I was looking for,
I dug through the muddy ground.
Perhaps trying to find a letter
that spring had left behind for me.
Then, tender birch leaves came rushing in,
waves of white crashing above my head.
I reached out into the endlessly rippling leaves—
a letter not yet finished
was caught in my palm.
Copyright @ HyeKyung Ahn

28.
Poem : “Fool, with respect, Full.”
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath.
From : India near kolkata
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

An idiot,
called me fool,
Once, I’was with shoulder
Bag full of wool, standing
Near a harbour, to cut
My hair far way land
In England, at thy parlour.
It was then, entred a Hen
With, laying many an egg
There. I was counting
Multicoloured,
Brown, green, white, milky
Few silky, few small, few like balls,
Nearby, A man was
Gathering them,
It was me, could
Not see the action
What, was his reaction!
I was fool, but such an idiot
Was he, did not, know
My bag was full.
Copyright @ Prabir Kumar Rath.

29.
Poem: “Broken hearted”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island, Canada .
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

is the world turned up side down
back to front
I don’t recognize no more what
I found the reason for

keeping on this path I’ve been
seeing good in everything
it snows in places it’s never done
before
friends who have been at peace endlessly now strike at friends
ones you love have turned their
back
places you’ve gone to that make you smile no longer have doors open
illness we thought we eliminated are back haunting us again
I am dismayed I miss where I could be soothed assured I could be patient then I knew the door
could fling open you would be there I’m left to despair the world
is broken mkap
Copyright @ Mary Garde.

30.
Poem: “If We Are to Change”
Poet: LJ Bechtel
From: Melbourne, FL USA.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

If love is to last,
we both must bend.
One cannot grow
while the other defends
the comfort of staying
the same.

Change is a mirror
we both must face.
Not to blame,
but to rise
in grace.
“Relationships can’t thrive on one person’s growth alone. Here’s a truth I’ve come to live by.”
Copyright @ LJ Bechtel, The Unexpected Poet

31
Poem: “THEY EAT VOICES”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni
From: Italy.
if they have white paper, the new writers who sing without a Muse,
would rival Géricault in his Raft of the Medusa.

Italian art has become an assault on the pot,
more fulfilled in the ‘brothel’ than the members of a porn film,
so in the Poetryweb the actor is confused with a stallion
full of anachronistic texts fit for the cover of Le Ore.

Lyrical democracy must not be a two-bit lyric,
it is essential to study and it is not forbidden to go deeper,
all of them now strictly improvising, equipped with a notepad,
as if they should sign up for Tú sí que vales rather than culture.
To write on the www we should set up an entry test,
It’s forbidden to touch the keyboard on pain of sudden death,
not suitable for late modern art, Lucini teaches, his revolver at his head,
the incurable disease of the turn of the century is called Adsl.
Copyright @ Ivan Pozzoni

32.
Poem: “Leave the grudge, give me your mind…my love”
Poet: Shekara T.B.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Leave the grudge,
give me your mind
Don’t be wild, let’s be one,
let’s paint beautiful,
colorful, beautiful pictures
Let’s ride the waves of sweet waves Let’s ride the ride of joy.
That which becomes a bud,
that which becomes a flower,
that which ripens into a fruit
That which becomes sweet
That which becomes a savoury,
that which tastes life
That which becomes a soil,
that which becomes soft
That which shines as a crop.
Our affection may be leaking
through the cracks of our words.
May the words of our
hearts continue to flow.
May affection never wither.
May there be no lack of affection.
May our lives always flourish.
Copyright @Tatanahalli B Shekhar.

33.
Poem: “I shine”
Poet: Soma Mukherjee
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Like light I come on light,
Sparkle like shiny dust.
I flow like a breeze
Over the haze.
I sing like a cuckoo,
Sitting on a Champak tree.
I smile like a sunflower,
And my aura has a glow,
I am the sparkling sun,
Which woke you up today.
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee

34.
Poem: “With you in tune”
Poet: Priyanka Neogi.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

In the middle of the sky I tied to the tune with you,
Standing in your pill, the Jhilam River.
It is nice to talk to the wave of the heart to the heart,
The rhythm of the melody is the mind of the mind.
He knows that in the rhythm of the rhythm,
Unknown chemistry is mixed with the sweetness of the mind,
The joy of you laughs at you.
Tied to you with my life of color,
You’re in the decoration of peace.
The rhythm to rhythm in the tune,
Imagination will be implemented in the ceremony of love.
Copyright @ Priyanka Neogi

35.
Poet: Badamasi Ismail.
From: Nigeria.
Poem: “THE BED OF GRIEF”
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Grief and pain are measured,
Sadness forms the roof of it’s space,
Torment fills the mind with words,
Replayed in each deep second consuming swollen agony,
Echoes of the heart’s dim sounds,
Letting feelings show on tear-streaked faces,
Reaching every part of body, soul, and spirit.

In the bed of grief,
Where toil is a constant companion,
Mind’s partner is ruised and battered,
Roaring for survival, yet unable to grasp,
Metaphors tangled and ablaze.
Ups and downs grip the soul,
Ticking away like the world’s end,
To its final two minutes and thirty two second,
In the strange tide of the cosmos.

Grief speaks a language only the grieving understand,
Melting inside like ice in a fiery dream,
Emotionally drained by metaphorical signs,
Breathing a long sigh of grief like a child….
Copyright @ Badamasi Ismail.

36.
Poem: “The Fire was Burning 火在燒”
Poet: Chen Hsiu–chen 陳秀珍
From: Taiwan
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

While the earth did not smoke
but from outer space, it was covered by billowing smoke
black smoke, black, black and black
made day time turned into dark night.
The sky was suffered from secondhand smoke.

The elephants were assaulted on the bottoms by fire tongue,
the jaguars were paralyzed,
flying birds were shoot down from the sky by the flames,
a mournful monkey embracing her child like the Pietà statue.

The trees wavered their green hairs dancing over the red fire
shouting in pain
and eventually turned into ashes.
The cremation and tree burials held in the rainforest for months.
The aborigines had no enough tears to extinguish
the flames caused by human desire.

The earth grew everything to live
and up to now being set on fire time after time.
Were the medias blind caused by the evil fire?
Many people drank coffee in watching the news
and knew nothing about
the distant rainforest being burning and burning.

The people lit candles on the earth
to sing happy birthday with vital capacity.
The earth used black fireworks to celebrate the people’s birthdays.
When the rainforest on fire
there were many politicos spitting their curses
nothing to do with the lungs of the earth.
（English Translation by Lee Kuei-shien）
Copyright @ Chen Hsiu–chen 陳秀珍.

37.
Poem: “I have a dream!”
Poet: Adnan Ali Gujjar
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

I have a dream,
I could sit in the gallery of Lord’s,
Holding your hand in mine,
Cherishing the intense moment between Eng and Aus!
And chant “Hurrah!” with your “Hurrah!”
Display “Alas!” with your “Alas!”
I have a dream to sit with you at the MCG,
Watching a sizzling tussle between Indian and Aus!
I could capture your bubbling emotions,
Enjoy your criticality and emotionality,
As you often burst and rehearse,
With lively responses:
What a ball!
Good call!
What a shot!
Smart!
Ball of the century,
Beautiful chemistry,
Short stay,
Short of the day!
I often dream
To be with you in a realm
Where air rustles,
Drizzle tussles,
Joy hustles,
And language puzzles!
I have a dream to see your verbosity with Chopra,
Bhogle could wrestle with you,
Ramiz could tweet to you,
Nasir could laud your opinion,
Vaughan could celebrate your union,
Shastri could know your loyalty,
And Holding could applaud your joviality.
I have a dream
To shoulder you at Wankhede,
Bridging Indo-Pak,
And that lovely Sunday
Could make our fun day.
I have a dream!
I have a dream!
Copyright @ Adnan Ali Gujjar

38.
Poem: “Whispers Before Dawn”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Before dawn, feel the whisper,
when the world holds itself still for a while,
a moment when the sky reaches high,
and the earth is about to embrace.

A time when day and night meet at a single point.
Listen to the wind’s whispers—
telling tales of the past,
welcoming the beginning of the future,
always moving, yet saying nothing.

Feel the quiet moment,
that, without words, shares a beautiful meaning.
Feel the sight—
a thousand times more meaningful than a single verse.

When, without seeing,
the absence of something rejoices,
whispering— Get ready for the awaited celebration.

Feel—
not as the world tells you,
but as your heart whispers,
as your soul commands.
Copyright @ Saeeda Akhtar

39.
Poem: “Thirst”
Poet: Ruby Kaila Malhotra.
From: Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Showers running their course, beyond quest,
spring and winter, there lies a deeper understanding,
a reverence for this ancient element, fluidity and flow,
extinguish, as we navigate our own currents,
hydrate, carving paths with choices, with love,
surfing, sagas, diving bodies drink on lets ski
Essence of water, that the Titanic, canoes and cup reveals,
floods, let it shape us like it shapes the land, and tears,
powerless, need to rest, to flow, to connect,
in every glass raised, in every stream crossed,
drops glisten, hanging on the edge, quiet reverie?
Rivers sing songs of distant places, gondolas
lore their voices carving paths through valleys,
skies that weep, refreshing thirsty roots
Copyright @ Ruby Kaila Malhotra.

40.
Poet: DR.Vicente A. Valdez Jr.
Poem: “Essentiality of Human Rights”
From: Canada
It is absolutely crucial and can not be dispensed
Our human rights, which are to be understood,
A life of equality with dignity and respect
Free from prejudice, bigotry, and intolerance.

Understanding our rights recognizes the responsibility
No one is deprived of their freedom
Right to life, inhaling the air of existence
The aspect is universal regardless of race and religion.

Anyone who alienates people of their privileges
You can’t take it away from them as members of society
Hail to freedom of expression, equality, and slavery To be dignified and flourish with strength by being human.

Human rights are sometimes ignored and abused
They killed numerous individuals without giving them a fair trial
Men in power, and some are in uniform,
All are in a blind eye, covering the eyes of justice.

There are so many cases of justice being denied
Some victims are youths and poor individuals
Some can not cast complaints, and no one cares to help
Violation of human rights for thousands of casualties.

Thanks to the International agencies that persecute criminals
The ICC, United Nations, and the Country’s Human Rights Commission
For the justice that was not attained by the court of the land
Court Commission lawyers are not vias to persecute criminals.
Copyright @ DR.Vicente A. Valdez Jr.

41.
Poem: “Seedbed”
Poet: Niloy Rafiq .
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

The cat is mischievous, an artful struggle in the hut
Swimming in the forbidden garden’s love waters, pleading
Ten fingers open the water’s window, intense salty heat
Scents drop, the neighborhood stirs in a vast festival
Ready for a bath on the night of the honey full moon, in the land of joy
Returning after research, beneath the banyan’s shade.
Translator:Nurul Hoque
Copyright @ Niloy Rafiq .

42.
Poem: “Consequences of human decisions “
Poet: Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek.
From: Luton UK
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

People Say
That life is hard
Puts you in the way
Major difficulties
It’s not life
And your daily choices
Your every decision
Is this what you want?
Do not
They drag behind them
Irreversible consequences
That put
To get sometimes
A shadow on yours
All the future
They are trailing behind you
Life
They create more and more
Bigger problems
And obstacles on the way
Your future
Why is this happening
Because
Fixated on materialism
Tempted by greed
You combine and decide
Only from one perspective
Not taking others
To be taken into account at all
You are not guided by
Nor peace
Nor with a pure mind
About spirituality
Not to mention at all
Without taking into account the
Worst-case scenarios
That something will go wrong
In the future
You only think not to lose
Materialism that you have
Suddenly surprise
You lose three times as much
If you sat down
Together with the whole family
They were guided by love
To all of them
All with a pure heart
Together they decided
Taking the worst
Life situations
Taking into account the
No one would be hurt
The worst part of it all
This is
That they suffer the worst
Those who shouldn’t
Therefore, everything
What you do
Any decisions
What decisions will you take
In the future
Put your whole heart
Truth and Nobility
To all
Affected
Honesty and openness
Dictated by love
Let them guide you
And they will show you
The right way
Copyright @ Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek

43.
Poem: “N E W B O R N”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

New generations have to choose,
They want to winn or to loose!
Equality brings prosperity
And real humanity…
Peace can’ t be without freedom ,
We know wars broken many empires and kingdoms…
They came from invasion and conflcts,
Nobody can number tragedies and terrible delicts!
Newborn comes without violence,
Only through new philosophy and modern science.

Copyright @ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri

44.
Poem: “the poet as two soft soles—for Yongbo”
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

the poet as two soft soles
standing in a soft grey stone arch.

Harbin snow is a page turned behind him;
ice now written as mist on the mountain.

A son of poetry descending and ascending
like sunlight gathering in mist; by noon it
is way over the treetops
and may never even be coming back down.

Summer flowers are waking up and groups of pines
are leaning into stone, giving space to warmth.

Summer triumphs over winter, in this space
she is autonomous;
drifting and reflecting in a hushed tone.
Copyright @ Helen Pletts.

45.
Poem: ” DON’T DEPEND ON OTHERS”
Poet : FLOCERPIDA S. VILLARUEL
From: PHILIPPINES
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Many people of today are in great need,
They lack many things they need to have,
They are waiting for aids to fill their greed,
And if there’s none, they burst with ire.

They stay at home, prefer no toil,
Just waiting for a gift or pay,
They fear of the sun, the sweat, the
soil,
And hate when rough hands come
their way.

They want their bills to be relieved,
Their rent, the lights, the baby’s milk
They ask for more than they’ve received,
Expecting care as smooth as silk.

They seem to lack a dream or goal
To rise above, uplift their life
They’ve leaned too much on aid and dole,
And lost the will to fight and strive.

Are they just lazy? Or stuck in fear?
No docs? No diploma? No job in sight?
Yet they have strenght and hands so clear,
Why not use these to earn what’s right?
Don’ t live your life in others’ grace
Don’t wait for help to make you whole
They too have kins and bills to face—
Their own lives are their greatest role.
Copyright @ Flocerpida S. Villaruel.

46.
Poem: “Nomads “
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai
From : Bangladesh .
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Like nomads, they
today here, tomorrow somewhere else
pass the day
with food in their hands.
They travel around in boats
They spend the night in boats
They spend their time in boats
They sleep in boats.
Those who do business
They spend their days in business
They sometimes become lonely while doing business.
When they don’t have time
to do the work of Allah
They die as unbelievers
They don’t have time for funerals
Copyright @ Md. Sohel Dukhai

47.
Poem: “No way escape”
Gopal Sinha
From: Hongkong,
Primelore Published Date: 13, May,Tuesday,2025.

Life is full of struggles,
The road to success
Is not straight and smooth,
It is full of dangers, hurdles,
There is no escape,
Keep going and pace,
Courage, hope, determination,
Be patient and face,
Once you enter the ring,
Be clear about one thing,
If you win, you are a king,
If not, still continue,
Fighting would be the only rescue,
Be committed, not connive,
It is essential to survive,
Fight to finish or perish,
As a true hero would cherish,
Enjoy your hair breadth escape, if any,
Some remarkable feats, you accomplish.
Copyright @ Gopal Sinha,

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