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Friends! This is the 24th poem Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.New Poets are Joined.
Hello Poets! Look The 24th-online publications-of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. More new poets are participated in this publications.All new poets are welcome
At first , we are showing some Short Bio of our new Authors from global:

(a): Bio : “Eva Lianou Petropoulou” is a poet from Greece. She is an awarded author and poet from Greece with more than 25 years in the Literary field published more that 10 books. Her poems are translated in more than 25 languages. She is President of creativity and art of Mil Mentes Por Mexico Association Greece Mexico Official candidate for Nobel Peace prize 2024.
(b): Bio: “Ivan Pozzoni ” was born in Monza in 1976. He introduced Law and Literature in Italy and the publication of essays on Italian philosophers and on the ethics and juridical theory of the ancient world; He collaborated with several Italian and international magazines. Between 2007 and 2018, different versions of the books were published: Underground and Riserva Indiana, with A&B Editrice, Versi Introversi, Mostri, Galata morente, Carmina non dant damen, Scarti di magazzino, Here the Austrians are more severe than the Bourbons, Cherchez the troika. et The Invective Disease with Limina Mentis,Lame da rasoi, with Joker, Il Guastatore, with Cleup, Patroclo non deve morire, with deComporre Edizioni and Kolektivne NSEAE, with Divinafollia. He was the founder and director of the literary magazine Il Guastatore – «neon»-avant-garde notebooks; he was the founder and director of the literary magazine L’Arrivista; he is the editor and chef of the international philosophical magazine Información Filosófica; he is, or has been, creator of the series Esprit (Limina Mentis), Nidaba (Gilgamesh Edizioni) and Fuzzy (deComporre). It contains a fortnight of autogérées socialistes edition houses. He wrote 150 volumes, wrote 1000 essays, founded an avant-garde movement (NéoN-avant-gardisme, approved by Zygmunt Bauman), with a millier of movements, and wrote an Anti-manifesto NéoN-Avant-gardiste. This is mentioned in the main university manuals of literature history, philosophical history and in the main volumes of literary criticism. His book La malattia invettiva wins Raduga, mention of the critique of Montano et Strega. He is included in the Atlas of contemporary Italian poets of the University of Bologne and figures à plusieurs reprized in the great international literature review of Gradiva. His verses are translated into 25 languages. In 2024, after six years of total retrait of academic studies, he return to the Italian artistic world and melts the NSEAE Kolektivne (New socio/ethno/aesthetic anthropology).
C). Bio: Barbara Anna Gaiardoni received the Grand Jury Prize at the international poetry competition “Ossi di seppia 2024” (Taggia, Italy). She has been nominated twice in the Touchstone Award 2023, once in the Touchstone Award 2024, in the Sundress Publications Annual Best of the Net Anthology (2025) and in the Haiku Euro Top 100 list 2023 and 2024. She has been recognized in The Mainichi’s Haiku in English Best list for 2023 and 2024 and received an Honorable Mention at the Fujisan Tanka Contest 2024. Her Japanese-style poetry has been published in 240 international magazines and translated into 12 languages.

Hi Friends ! We got more new poets. Primelore Writer’s Heaven is very glad to recive more new delightful Poems from the new Poets for our global readers.

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In Our 24th Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven we got more new delightful poems.We are very happy and thanks to our poets whose are sent their poems and stay with Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Our Poets List is given below :

01. Poem: “Unloved Woman 2” Poet: Eva Lianou Petropoulou.
02. Poem: “Women’s Stories” Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
03. Poem: “Summer’s Invitation” Poet: Dr. Kang, Byeong-Cheol
04. Poem: “The Yellow Jumper” Poet: Geum-Hee Yang .
05. Poem: “HOTEL ACAPULCO” Poet: Ivan Pozzoni .
06. Poem: “Let’s look for spring today” Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai.
07. Poem: “Flow with the Tide” Poet: Sangeeta Gupta.
08. Poem: “West Coast Jazz” Poet: Barbara Anna Gaiardoni.
09. Poem: “Places” Poet: Abdulbasset Abdulsalam Qassem ALsamadi
10. Poem: “TRUTH: THE SWORD AND SHIELD” Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite.
11. Poem: “Another women’s day” Poet: Soma Mukherjee
12. Poem: “He, who knows the beautiful art…..!” Poet: Prabir Kumar Rath.
13. Poem : ” Whirling whispers ” Poet: Tajalla Qureshi.
14. Poem: “Cutting Away the Sorrow of Evening” Poet: HyeKyung Ahn.
15. Poem: “Community dilemma and conflict” Poet: Dr. Md. Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan.
16. Poem: “The Spirit of Siyam” Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
17. Poem: “Because I’m A Woman” Poet: Edna Salona- Labrador.
18. Poem: “A Morning Prayer for My Mother on My 55th Birthday” Poet: Ma Yongbo .
19. Poem: “SHOULDN’T DIE AS A DESTITUTE” Poet: Shyama Prasad Mukherjee.
20.Poem: “She will have you” Poet: Helen Pletts.
21. Poem: “Epitaph for Humanity” Poet: Corina Junghiatu .
22. Poem: “Once upon a time” Poet: Abeera Mirza.
23. Poem: “Palette in everyday colors” Poet: Prof.dr amb. Józef Tomoń
24. Poem: “she had sworn” Poet: Mayen Demas MK.
25. Poem: “Like a Single Word” Poet Siyoung Doung .

Please dear readers now enjoy with all delightful poems bellow. Stay with Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Send us your poem before each Monday.

01.
Poem: “Unloved Woman 2”
Poet: Eva Lianou Petropoulou.
From: Greece .
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

I was alone for years…
Like a tree
During the rain

So when I met this man
It was love at the first sight
I think
Talking hours on the fon
Talking hours over the dinner table
-U are only mine, he Wispers for years
– U belong to me, he repeat day after day
I didn’t react when he search my bag, my fon, my Facebook account..

He told me to delete my social media accounts
He told me no need to go to work because he will take care of me

He told me, never go out alone…
I do not like!!
I did not react,
I did not go away
I did not talk to anyone
I keep my secrets deep inside
Without smile
Without tears

One night, they find me
In a foetus position
Cover of blood
He stubbed me with the kitchen knife….
After we had celebrated our 5th anniversary

The police described the whole scene
as
Crime of passion

……….. Speak up!!!!
Open the door and run!!!!
Do not affraid!!!
Copyright @ EVA Petropoulou Lianou.

02.
Poem: “Women’s Stories”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

Can you tell me, brother;
why do women get respect ;
when Women’s Day comes?
They don’t keep it up all year long,
there is no news of them,
only coercion and violence goes from house to house.
Many women are shackled hand and foot,
the air is still heavy because of their sighs.

When did any man hear the cries of all those women,
Today, even men scold and say, “Why didn’t you cook?”
A woman’s life is not just for cooking,
A woman can make a nation blessed.
Today, the world is being told through the voice of a woman,

Woman, you play the fire harp,
In the peaceful abode of branches and vermilion, in your white form,
Like wax incense, woman, you will never be extinguished, silently.

There should be no difference between men and women, only equality.
Don’t just think about women on March 8th,
Let the story of women continue throughout the year.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.

03.
Poem: “Summer’s Invitation”
Poet: Dr. Kang, Byeong-Cheol
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

Summer world, you invite me in your world,
Hot world of colors, fabulous season.
Pale green plant will be a strong green plant,
Under the vast blue sky, where green dreams unfurl.

Big, big clouds drift in the azure sea,
Early summer festival, joy in the air.
River breeze whispers, as it leads me,
Through a splendid day, so bright and fair.

Your world, it calls me with a gentle hand,
Invoking senses, a symphony grand.
Sun’s warm embrace, a tender caress,
Scents of blossoms, in nature’s dress.
All greens destined to brown wither.

Birds serenade, their melodies pure,
Taste of sweet fruits, a summer allure.
Through touch, sight, sound, scent, and taste,
You make me feel your world, a vibrant place.

Summer world, in your embrace, I find
Precious time and joy, a peace of mind.
Strive to make fruit, fabulous summer, summer.
Copyright @ Dr. Kang, Byeong-Cheol.

04.
Poem: “The Yellow Jumper
Poet: Geum-Hee Yang .
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

The yellow winter jumper,
Received as a gift long ago,
I lost
Much regret follows
As much as fondness
For the lost things.

Where did I put
The bright color of purity
On the gray pavement?
It is so clear
My days of chick’s downy hair,
Spring time it was
Lost, so remaining forever in my heart.
Copyright @ Geum-Hee Yang.

05.
Poem: “HOTEL ACAPULCO”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni .
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

My emaciated hands continued to write,
turning each voice of death into paper,
That he lefts no will,
forgetting to look after
what everyone defines as the normal business
of every human being: office, home, family,
the ideal, at last, of a regular life.

Abandoned, back in 2026, any defense
of a permanent contract,
labelled as unbalanced,
i’m locked up in the centre of Milan,
Hotel Acapulco, a decrepit hotel,
calling upon the dreams of the marginalized,
exhausting a lifetime’s savings
in magazines and meagre meals.

When the Carabinieri burst
into the decrepit room of the Hotel Acapulco
and find yet another dead man without a will,
who will tell the ordinary story
of an old man who lived windbreak?
Copyright @ Ivan Pozzoni.

06.
Poem: “Let’s look for spring today”
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

Spring has arrived, I keep searching morning and evening
While searching, I see a big cuckoo on the tin roof.
The cuckoo calls, “Kuhu Keka!” Have I found my friend?
My friend is waiting for me to come
But I have no more friends.
And another bird sings on the branches of the tree.
Come back, my friend, I will keep you in my arms.
The flowers, gardens and trees are full of vines and leaves
The bumblebees are buzzing around the garden.
The forest is filled with the buzzing of black bumblebees
This year, the Sundarbans may be filled with honey.
Copyright @ Md. Sohel Dukhai.

07.
Poem: “Flow with the Tide”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

No storm will linger, none will stay,
No tide can rise and not give way.
No night so endless, cold, or deep—
For dawn must wake what dark would keep.

Yet still, we falter, fear the wait,
Resist the hands of time and fate.
We fight the current, lost, unfree,
Forgetting rivers seek the sea.

Let us yield, let go, be light,
Embrace the now, the fading night.
For all things pass, as stars must glow—
The only path is just to flow.
Copyright @ Sangeeta Gupta.

08.
Poem: “West Coast Jazz”
Poet: Barbara Anna Gaiardoni.
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

The favorite
among star-spangled
a jazz musician rests.
On the beach
sweetest chords orchid
and grey amber.
Cross the cold
ocean for her peace,
as for me…it’s Showtime.
Copyright @ Barbara Anna Gaiardoni.

09.
Poem: “Places”
Poet: Abdulbasset Abdulsalam Qassem ALsamadi
From: Yemen.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

O you who loved your path
and spread pomegranate
leaves I must meet you and
close my eyes in peace and
before the day I return to
hug you in my chest hugs
and hugs and live in the
house.

Oh woman, love is the
pulse of my veins, and your
love is faster than
the heartbeat.
I love you and I want you.
Love flows through my
heart and your veins.

I want to love you
Places prepare for your
presence, love blooms in
your heart and smell
jasmine in my chest

If you were in a land
enveloped by a thousand
clouds I want to meet you
and kick in front of the
heart a thousand rocks

even if I were in a land
covered with snow, I want
to hold you to my chest,
and spring begins to clear
the snow from the hills.
Copyright @ Abdulbasset Abdulsalam Qassem ALsamadi.

10.
Poem: “TRUTH: THE SWORD AND SHIELD”
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite.
From: Osun state, Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025

Truth is a blade, tempered in fire,
Forged by the whispers of prophets, the cries of the choir.
It cuts through veils of gilded deceit,
A scythe for lies where justice and mercy meet.

Like a pilgrim in shadow, it roams the earth,
Seeking the soil of nations to birth
A vision unblemished, a dream refined,
A beacon for hearts, for eyes long blind.

Truth is the shield of the fragile and meek,
Armor for souls who dare to speak.
Its sheen reflects the cosmos vast,
Unfolding the scrolls of futures and past.

In metonymy of light, it stands as dawn,
Chasing the night where corruption’s spawn
Cower in caverns of their hollow reign,
Afraid of the sword that erases stain.

Personified, Truth walks as a sovereign sage,
A figure unbowed by the storms of age.
It wears no crown, but its presence commands,
Holding the fate of empires in its hands.

Its paradox binds: soft as a psalm,
Yet hard as steel in rebellion’s calm.
A zephyr it seems, but when summoned to war,
It roars like the tempest on a desolate shore.

Without Truth, a nation is a house of cards,
A masquerade lost in its own regards.
But let it reign, and the poets will write
Of towers that rose from the darkest night.

Oh chisel of hearts, oh cornerstone,
Build upon Truth, and let the unknown
Be shaped into verses, hymns, and refrain,
A legacy pure, unbroken by pain.

For Truth is no fleeting muse of the wise;
It’s the marrow of hope, the star in our skies.
A sword to divide, a shield to unite,
The pulse of a nation, its unyielding light.
Copyright: Emmanuel Adegbite.

11.
Poem: “Another women’s day”
Poet: Soma Mukherjee
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

Another day of fame for women,
Bouquets,gifts and speeches,
Big talk about gender equality,
Time to share the chores,
Flag march and Pink day,
World is so full of love and as if nothing will fray.
But next day life is same ,old,lame
Sex,harassment or patriarchy,
Same old story or game.
It’s high time,
Rules are same for all.
No women takes advantage of laws.
And men should be punished for their flaws.
Right to live,breathe and be safe
Should be for all.
No one wins and no one loses,
Love should be peace should prevail.
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee.

12.
Poem: “He, who knows the beautiful art…..!”
Poet: Prabir Kumar Rath.
From: India near Kolkata.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

A poet is a poet
Not merely birds,
Which sing songs
Whistle, there is a must.
A poet is a poet
Not merely bards,
Who put thoughts
Pure to create a start.
A poet is a poet
Not always sweats, first
Like we all in summer days
Get blister and wait for blast.
A poet is a poet, kind,
Who has noble mind, and
He who knows to stop,
And when to start.
Copyright @ Prabir Kumar Rath.

13.
Poem : ” Whirling whispers “
Poet: Tajalla Qureshi.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

Whispers!
His magical melody mumbles
Softly shares the shiny bubbles
And holding my heart like an ember rolled
Clenches the internal remedy with a mold
Retain the utmost applaud that secure
Unheard affection elevates the eyes of pure
Yet! the riddles swiftly heat the emotions
And arouses the humanistic notions
Which met, met before the identification
Here, clasp again, embracing, hearty fluctuation
Hera coils her divinity to color his affinity
Glorifies the voyage with a wondrous wheel
Unimaginable utterances raise and reveal
Yes! couple of wings worship as a bright swing
Shift and shuttle the grief into a lifted cling
Visage blooms the brilliance and clicks her sights
Redress the royal robe that mingles the might
She, the Peacock of Eden’s garden
She, the divine dove that loves fastens
Vision of Athena, Strength of Apollo
Blow the beats, Heighten the yellow
Ah! As a royal road with a tremendous tenor
Sweet as honey and murmurs some more.
Copyright @ Tajalla Qureshi.

14.
Poem: “Cutting Away the Sorrow of Evening”
Poet: HyeKyung Ahn.
From: Seoul Korea
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

I cut away the sorrow of the evening and shaped it,
Then built a house.
Inside the house, I was trapped in a house,
And day by day, I withered away.
Along the riverbank, when the darkness came, a zelkova tree awaited.
Beneath the tree’s sloping path, the wind piled up and up,
And my footsteps, from somewhere, flustered,
Encouraged the thoughts of the tree sprouting among the dust.
The vines of the wild yam created shadows and covered the tree,
Embracing the wind that gathered, along with the sunlight. Long ago,
Whose orchard was this? The breath of an old pear tree swayed like waves,
And the darkness shook my shoulders and passed by.
The white tablecloth, prepared for the evening, trembled.
For whom was the table set?
The white napkin fluttered up into the darkness,
Flying over the wild yam vines,
And amidst the dust, the trees chattered noisily,
It was surely the chatter of the old pear tree.
Along the riverbank, as darkness approached,
I cut away the sorrow of the evening and shaped it into bricks,
Then built a house
Copyright @ HyeKyung Ahn.

15.
Poem: “Community dilemma and conflict”
Poet: Dr. Md. Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

There are wars all over
the world because of
differences in ethnicity.
People are fighting in
the universe because
of who they will kill
and who will eat.

If every religion
followed its own rules,
would there be unrest
in any community ornation?
If people were to fix their behavior,
behavior, customs and
moral character, would
there be a need for
nuclear power in the
whole world? People
are in the clutches of
the world’s evildoers today.

Islam is a religion of peace,
there is no unrest here.
Islam says, do not go to extremes in religion.
It is forbidden for one community
to force another community.
Let us fix our relationship with the community
and live according to the
command of the one Creator.
Copyright @ Dr. Md. Tafazzal Ali Bhuiyan.

16.
Poem: “The Spirit of Siyam
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

At dawn’s first light, a vow is made,
To fast with faith, no thirst displayed.
No morsel touched, no sip allowed,
Yet hearts with love and peace endowed.

The rising sun, a test of will,
A battle fought with patience still.
The stomach yearns, the throat is dry,
Yet souls ascend, the heart beats high.

With every pang, a lesson learned,
For those who hunger, love returned.
A time to cleanse, to purify,
To seek the truth, to glorify.

At dusk’s embrace, the fast will end,
With dates and prayers, we break, we mend.
Yet in the soul, the fire glows,
A strength within that ever grows.

Siyam’s not just a hunger fight,
It’s love, compassion, guiding light.
A sacred bond, a selfless art,
That shapes the soul, that warms the heart.
Copyright @ S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru).

17.
Poem: “Because I’m A Woman”
Poet: Edna Salona- Labrador.
From: Cavite, Philippines.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

I may not have the face
That launched a thousand ships
But I ,too, deserve praises
Because I’m a woman.

I may not have the beauty of a rose
Or the brightness of the moon and the stars
But I’m worthy of a glance
Because I’m a woman.

I could hardly stand the sorrows of the night
When my heart was set in pain
Yes, I am weak and I am frail
Because I’m a woman.

I had been hurt many times
I was neglected in a span of time
I was helpless..I kept silent..
I cried
Because I’m a woman.
Copyright @Edna Salona- Labrador.

18.
Poem: “A Morning Prayer for My Mother on My 55th Birthday”
Poet: Ma Yongbo .
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

Through you, He brought me into this world, you virtuous woman

I miss you in the intimate darkness of midnight

in the early morning with light rain dampening the clothes

In the curving sleep that seems never-ending in the afternoon

The woman born of water, nurtured by earth, shaped by wind, extinguished by fire

I miss you, and for today, 55 years ago

the suffering you endured, the grace you received

crying, giving thanks, praying, may my voice

reach the farthest heavens, to be heard by the Most High

May I be with you, sheltered in His shade

May you sleep in the embrace of the Father, like a child

You blessed woman, my mother

please wait for the day when I shall dance with you in the circle of happiness

reuniting, rejoicing, and praising
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo .

19.
Poem: “SHOULDN’T DIE AS A DESTITUTE”
Poet: Shyama Prasad Mukherjee.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

Who the Angel of heaven you are? Wingless and clueless
Thy presence here as an intruder, doesn’t matter anymore
Indeed thou are owing to the utmost value of mother womb
As the uncertain mother also failed to heal the love wound
Even she had no time to know the sex of that child, left behind
Before throwing thee, abandoned into the drain womb, to die?
Unless to play the cruel hide and seek game with thy, rest of life?
For the sake of community, prosperity and dignity of own self
And to deal with the secret identity to live a second life
An another life amazing, thou less, a hidden truth less for ever
So here you came baby to bear the pain for thy mother’s sin
And the coincident made you just like an alien in this fatherland
And now thee and the drain could remember each other?
Both are so alone and so neddy in search of a good companion
To alive here unknown from far beyond their mother’s sight
To forget the origin of their life of resurrection, predefined?
So the drain cooled the baby, almost died with mother’s affection
On the bed of her cold mud and water to payback her life, precious
The ants were running over her naked body to raise her sense
And biting her gently to bring out her cry for someone else awareness
Where those heavenly ants now, thou still remember their sacrifice?
For a newborn, parent less and so unfortunate like Sita of Ramayana?
The great drain must remember the memorable day of 18th May –
As the Second -birth Day or the Rescue Day of an orphanage girl alive.
Copyright @ Shyama Prasad Mukherjee.

20.
Poem: “She will have you”
Poet: Helen Pletts
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

She will have you.
Idle with the tatters of your tail coat,
serve you, beautiful. Your hair twisting, raven,
threaded with cherries’ blood.

And I will have air. Blue with silence.
Scattered white into impassable summits.
Talk to blue birds by day and owls by night.
Study the white of walls lit with halos.
Copyright @ Helen Pletts.

21.
. Poem: “Epitaph for Humanity”
Poet: Corina Junghiatu .
From: Romania.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

Listen, Earth, to the
. shattered echo of
. millions of hearts
. beating out of sync,
. listen to the weeping
. of poisoned oceans
. deep in their blood,
the cry of glaciers
breaking like ancient,
forgotten vertebrae.
Listen to us, Earth, how
greed swallows light,
how time drips, a grain
of sand in the
hourglass of oblivion,
how the hunger of the
insatiable devours
even the shadow of
the future.

The birds have
forgotten the alphabet
of flight, the rivers seek
their voice in the ancient silence, the
forests sleep beneath a
shroud of ash, and the sky,
burdened with death, no longer
knows how to weep.
We are perhaps the
last generation that
still recognizes the
outline of a butterfly,
fragile as it dances
towards the sun,
the last sigh of pure air
before the wind loses
its name,the last word
written in the sand
before the wave erases it,
and the final syllable
of humanity.

We, the lost ones of
the age, have burned
our shadows into
asphalt,replaced our
hearts with machines,
and our hands, once
filled with dreams, now
stir in the void
between worlds.

Let us be. And let us
remain. Human.

And forgive us, Earth, if
we still deserve even a
fragment of mercy.
Copyright @ Corina Junghiatu.

22.
Poem: “Once upon a time”
Poet: Abeera Mirza.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

You were a part of my chapter
Your existence brought rapture
In my soul that was once a forlorn entity
But it reminded me that in the end you’ll leave me empty

Whenever I close my eyes at night
I dreamt of you as I hug my pillow tight
Thinking it was you that I’m embracing
It didn’t miss how it made my heart racing

Did you know…
My heart flutters when I hear your voice
But it was shattered just from the thought I wasn’t part of your choice

You let go and left me unattended
You’ve woken up and realized this should be ended
This feeling that we called ‘love’ was never real
But you didn’t know it was something I have to deal
Copyright @ Abeera Mirza.

23.
Poem: “Palette in everyday colors”
Poet: Prof.dr amb. Józef Tomoń
From: Poland.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

in this world heaven
it costs so much
where they trust in the cross
they dress wounds
through him to paradise
leads the sense of the journey
bitter tears dry
hope and faith
dancing in the wind
eventually the leaf falls
the rest on the baking trays
fades away painfully
last layer
the way of transience
like a wrinkled tear
drying out into the unknown.
. Copyright @ Prof. dr amb. Józef Tomoń.

24.
Poem: “she had sworn”
Poet: Mayen Demas MK.
From: South Sudan.
Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

she’d never love a poet;
that she’d rather spend all her days a lamb
in the arms of a wolf than spend an hour
in the arms of a poet.
she had sworn
she’d never love a poet:
those fools who weave their songs
with shreds of silence;
those fools who teach lessons
they’ve not yet learned.

she had sworn
she’d never love a poet.
now when she reads his poems
poems tailored in the shape
of their love-story,
she can’t help but wonder
wonder what it is about poets
that make them convince one
one can hold a scorpion in one’s anus
& still goes unhurt.
Copyright @ Mayen Demas MK.

25.
Poem: “Like a Single Word”
Poet Siyoung Doung .
From: Korea (South Korea). Primelore Published Date: 11, March,Tuesday,2025.

The sky and the earth are the lips of eternity.
There,
we live like a single word.

Like a ring worn without knowing
whose hand placed it,
people live, fitted into the world.

Today,
I do not know where I am.
Just standing—
Hands engraving handprints,
feet engraving footprints.

Life is finding a path in the void.
Birds know
that the void is eternity.
Living is the breaking of one boundary after another.

Life grows colder as it goes on.
The time they wrote
abandons them in the end.

On a spring day when cherry blossoms befriend the wind,
mountain-like buildings,
valley-like alleys,
water-like people.

People, worn by strangeness,
save it sparingly, fearing they might grow used to it.
An angel slips between their lips,
and they take out a single smile.
Copyright @ Siyoung Doung .

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