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01.
Poem: “OSILENCE WITH AN UNKNOWN COUNTRY”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER
From: TURKEY.
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
I carry a silence that is thousands of years old.
Maybe from Mongolia, from Indian hands
From snow-capped mountains, from Everest
With bare feet without recognizing death
Maybe from steep cliffs
Like an eagle with sharp eyes
Targeting the hills a century away
On a road leading to the West
I carried silence to the mute ones there…
Maybe I walked north from Mesopotamia.
I walked through the African deserts with the scorching sun.
Maybe I carried the cold of the glaciers from the north
To the parched-skinned people in the south
Maybe I walked stumbling in a horse country.
My eyes always looked at the green while walking
My brain was satiated with silence.
I carried silence by drinking cold snow
Thousands of years beyond…
Without knowing that I would say I am still silent
Did I come into the world in silent countries?
Maybe they didn’t know how to speak
All the people of the country I existed in for years…
Maybe my silence is a natural life
I carried from thousands of years to today…
Copyright @ Mustafa Naci ÖZERur.
02.
Poem: “I PRAY FOR PEACE”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday, 2025.
I was born in the other hemisphere
Raised in the lullabies of Vietnam
Carrying the soul of red basalt soil
Sending my heart across to Australia’s ocean waves
Perth is the city of sun, wind, and sea
Cradled me in its wide, blue skies
Where I learned to love humankind
Without borders, without colour, without hate
From two halves of my heart, home and haven
I write this poem as a prayer
For war to end
For children to laugh without fear
For trees to rise and leave behind the sound of bomb
For this Earth, our shared home, to be healed.
I love people, wherever they’re from, as long as they’re human
I love land, be it Truong Son range or Australian plains
We don’t need more blood
We need light, and understanding
Copyright @ Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
03.
Poem: “Mouth full of words”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou 🇬🇷
From: Greece. Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday , 2025.
Mouth full of words
But nothing in their souls
Mouthwash not enough
to clean so many crimes
Tears and blood running
In one side of the planet
Money and robots
Trying to fix our
world
We forgot
Who is our creator
We forgot
that we come
In the dark
Cover with wounds and
Death
Copyright @ EVA Petropoulou Lianou.
04.
Poem: “Love”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday, 2025.
The love that ;
You search for every day,
comes to me by itself.
I know that ;
not everyone has the ability to do this.
How much effort do you put in to constantly
find that kind of love ?
But I already found it.
The love ;
I have never cried for,
That love touches me constantly,
How much you worship to receive it,
And I;
Without wanting it, I am drowned in its mystery.
Wait for love,
Loves for me,
Love Conquers all
Love your Mom and Daddy.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.
05.
Poem: “Light on the Walls of Life”
to Lawrence Ferlinghetti (1919-2021).
Poet: Lidia Chiarelli
From: Turin (Italy).
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
Teach me to paint
the light on the walls of life.
Teach me
to look at the world
as you see it
to become a tear of the sun
a hill of poetry
a word in a tree.
Lead me to see the sun
hitting the sheer cliffs
the tides that restlessly ebb and flow
the water birds challenging the wind.
Let’s listen together
to the breath of rustling leaves
the perfect hush of a starry night
the sound of summer in the raindrops.
Here and now
help me reach the very shores of light
waiting for the renaissance of wonder
with you again and forever
Copyright @ Lidia Chiarelli,
Bio: Lidia Chiarelli was born and raised in Turin (Italy), where in 2007, she founded with Aeronwy
Thomas the Art-literary Movement: Immagine & Poesia.
Lidia’s passion for creative writing has motivated her to write poetry and she has become an award
winning poet since 2011.
Her writing has been translated into more than 20 languages and published in Poetry Reviews and
on web-sites in many countries.
After visiting the Museum of Modern Art in New York in 2010, Lidia was inspired to create
installations similar to Yoko Ono’s Wish Tree, hanging poems and art cards on the trees. Lidia
Chiarelli has exhibited her “Poetry&Art Trees”in Italy and abroad.
She is also an appreciated collage artist.
06.
Poem: “It always backfires to you”
Poet: Durga Dhaki.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
It always seems to backfire
When you try to care for others
You show loyalty to everyone
And it backfires, leaving you weaker
When you try to be friends with all
It backfires and you’re seen as naive
When you try to be generous to the needy
It turns against you, leaving you empty
No matter how hard you try to do good,
Everything backfires and makes you feel weaker
If this is how things unfold in this world
Maybe there’s no reason to stay loyal
Be strong, do what feels right
And don’t worry about how others see you
Just keep moving forward
And enjoy your life as much as you can
Copyright@ Durga Dhaki.
Bio:
Durga Dhakal is a poet from Nepal, now residing in the United Kingdom. Her poetry has been featured in various
anthologies across Nepal, Ireland, and Bangladesh.She is currently working on her debut poetry collection in English.
07.
Poem: “I am morning, you are night”
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday, 2025.
I am morning, you are night
the twilight and early dawn,
drawn between us, the softer edges
of never starting, nor ending;
the extended conversation
shuts before it opens.
Land is impossible
there is nowhere to rest our feet,
as we disappear,
the other approaches
as we are not, the other is.
The edge of the world
is the glass mirror view of a window,
seen from either side.
And the leaning point is where
the glass must shatter us,
and all we are
Copyright @ Helen Pletts.
08.
Poem: “Helen’s Regret”
Poet: Ma Yongbo
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
The boat is small, like a slider
struggling to glide in the sea’s rough groove.
Who goes? Who stays? She is the only one
who turns her back on the sea. All the sea’s light
gathers at the corner of her eyes. Her face
is a flat brown continent.
Who goes, who stays? Someone always leaves
while others stay, wiping tears with straws.
She is the one who can neither leave nor stay. She’s
like a paper target for a child’s water gun, waiting
to slowly soften and bend.
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo
09.
Poem: “LIFE IS SHORT”
Poet: FLOCERPIDA VILLARUEL
From: PHILIPPINES
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
Life on earth won’t last too long,
So spend it well while we are strong.
Do what is good for God and man—
Not just chase riches if we can.
Let’s fix our hearts on truth and grace,
And keep our faith in every place.
God is the source of all we see,
So give Him more of you and me.
For every gain, give thanks to God,
And seek His help when life feels hard.
Don’t boast of things you’ve come to own—
They fade like flowers quickly blown.
Stay far from those who choose to sin,
Their lies can pull you deep within.
Be wise in choosing whom to trust,
Or face regrets, as all things rust.
Copyright @ Flocerpida S, Villaruel
10.
Poem: “Job in Politics-“
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Parbat, Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
Politics handles the job in Nepal.
When we are not in any politics, no job is allowed.
The educated like us are victimized to lose the job.
How to get higher job is issue of educated people.
The loyalty is not counted.
How to speak is not law.
The people are loyal to money.
The job searching is difficult.
Rationality and truth do not work.
The system is bad.
The politics has corrupted our educational branch.
How to survive in Nepal being writer is difficult task.
Copyright @ Til Kumari Sharma
11.
Poem: “The Garden of Pensiveness “
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines 🇵🇭
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
Among wildflowers, I find my peace,
A gentle calm that soothes my soul’s release.
Nature’s beauty, untamed and free,
Quiets my mind, and sets my heart to see.
In vibrant hues, joy blooms in sight,
Stillness wraps me, like a gentle night.
Their quiet strength, a lesson teaches me,
To bend, not break, in adversity.
Like wildflowers, I learn to thrive,
In hardship’s fire, my spirit survives.
Patience to grow, through trials and strife,
Courage to bloom, in new-found life.
In their simplicity, I find my way,
To a place of peace, where love stays.
Their beauty flourishes, without a plan,
A testament to nature’s gentle hand.
With every step, my heart feels light,
My spirit lifts, in the warm sunlight.
The wildflowers’ beauty, pure and true,
Reminds me to cherish life anew.
In their resilience, I find my own,
A strength to face life’s joys and unknown.
I’ll walk among wildflowers, and breathe,
Their gentle wisdom, my soul will keep.
Their beauty whispers, of life’s design,
To grow, to bloom, to thrive in time.
With wildflowers, I’ll find my peace,
And in their stillness, my worries cease.
Copyright @ Dominique Erecilla Albano .
Inspired by the Garden of Pensiveness
12.
Poem: Anti Racism
Poet: Dr. Debabrata Maji.
From: India .
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
The landscape of sky fluttering
With colours and beauty of sigma
Have to make a glorious moment
And glittering all around the space;
Amazing atmosphere of happiness
To pursue a momentum of Joyous.
Need of every man and woman
That partner should be more social
Like a moon in the domestic life
And should blaze like little stars;
The peace may prevail the hour
In the inherent of social proximity.
To keep the reluctant life in mind
Remove all hazardous words of racism
All are equal having no caste, creed, sex
And extend a healthy signal of life;
The happiness all around the world
And to promote the humanity like flora
To stop racism in every corner of the world.
Copyright @ Dr. Debabrata Maji.
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13.
Poem: “AT THE TAVERN OF SOLID LOVE”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni.
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
My little love, solid, you, today, fell
and i was not there to support you, with my aggressive biceps
of a barbarian from the northern forests, my face painted blue,
lying in the spasmodic berserksgangr of drinking from the skulls of the vanquished,
it all begins with a trembling, chattering of teeth and a feeling of cold,
immense rage and a desire to assault the enemy.
My little love, fragile, you, today, fell,
and there is a tavern behind our house, all brianzola, your new world,
there is a tavern that serves a hundred and a hundred types of risotto
to spread on your wounds and on your skinned knees,
where i, imperative man, can still interpret every amber darkness
in your wise child’s eyes, manipulating the kaleidoscope of your irises,
voluntarily uncovering my flank to the dagger of your arctic lucidity.
If not a tavern, our love, resembles us: we eat and live,
remunerating each other, victories and defeats, hôtellerie, we bustle and eat,
until the innkeeper Godan, the god of stubborn ‘poets’, slams a mug of mead on the table
invite us to dance at Walhalla, Mocambo a contrario, dance far away, to the end of the worlds,
you will return to the simple freshness of your sea, you wandering caetan siren of sand,
and to me the fog-damp earth of the valley without ascents or descents will not weigh on my zinc.
In the ancient taverns of solid love continue to mix fog and sea-water,
outside thunderstorms, lightning and thunder, liquefied by the cloudburst everything is drying out,
and we, we eat and live, we bustle and eat, sheltered, in our reserve of happiness,
aware that, hovering in the air, in the long run,
the misty ice crystals will flow into the sea.
copyright @ Ivan Pozzoni
14.
Poem: “Beneath the Article’sThrone”
Poet: Moammer Alsufyani
From: Yemen 🇾🇪
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
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
15.
Poem: Noble Prize
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath
From : India near Kolkata
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
An allegation allegedly said
“You” are no poet!
Yours is not voiced, poetry.
Creates, thee a whole cemetery,
Men may read but no poetry
Is yours, that creates no mistery.
Dear O’ may you be in thine
Misery, poetry is not yours
It’s a passing commentry.
Thou art no Poet, no voice
Doth poetry give, WRIT, an art
Classic, a criticism rather
Thou must chose another path
Tilt thy land, cultivate grain, mind
It, a message is a must.
If you want to be a voiced art.
16.
Poem: “Thoughts from the heart poured out “
Poet: Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: UK 📝
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
The cry of the soul
Himself
Sometimes I don’t understand
I’m getting angry
For no reason at all
Ruins, ruins and emptiness
I see all around
A sad creature appears
It shows me all this
What I have done
I’m on my knees
I’m clutching my head
Tears come by themselves
Like peas fall to the ground
I can’t understand
What’s Happening To Me
I won’t give up on darkness
Beating my fists on the dry ground
Until the dust rose
I’m crying out for help
With all my being
With a silent cry
I’m calling upwards
But no response
Fire painfully
My soul is consumed
I fall to the ground
Looking at the sky
I see gray clouds
The creature comes to me
Bends
Looking me straight in the eye
I see in them
Life
From a different perspective
Beautiful Blue Planet
Stars
All their wonders
Powerful galaxies
And there I am
Suddenly I’m flying like a comet
Towards the Earth again
I’m flying through the sky
I’m approaching fast
To the ground
Everything that was tiny
Grows rapidly
I’m falling when I see
When I’m lying on the ground
I’m falling into myself
Peace and light surround me
I’m getting up
I’m sitting on the satin grass
The beauty of nature around me
Sitting on your hands
The creature comes to me
The light surrounds her
He shakes my hand
Lifts me up
In her mind
I heard very clearly
The voices of my beloved
A wonderful family
The light shone
Surrounding my soul
I open my eyes
I’m sitting in my wheelchair
I hear the sound of the sea
I’m on a quiet beach
The day is slowly coming to an end
The sea murmurs its song
I turn around
I see a smiling
My wife’s face
It’s time to go back, I think
I shake her hand
I looked at it for a while
On the power of the sea
I looked again
On my treasure
Heart and love merged
Souls become one
And so slowly
We disappear
In the sphere of the present time
copyright @ Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
17.
Poem: “On This Father’s Day, I Think of You”
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 17, June,Tuesday,2025.
On this Father’s Day, love, my thoughts return
Not to the past, but to all we yearn
To a home we’ve not yet built in stone,
But one already alive in tone.
You are the quiet in my growing call,
The whisper behind it all.
Though no child yet calls me “Dad,” I know,
Their journey starts in your sacred glow.
In your eyes, I see the life we’ll raise,
Not just in photos or passing days
But in lessons taught at kitchen tables,
In lullabies sung in bedtime fables.
You are the garden from which joy will bloom,
The light that will fill each room.
And I, I’ll be the hands that build,
The heart that prays, the voice that’s stilled
When needed, calm. When needed, fire.
A father shaped by your quiet desire.
So today, though it’s Father’s Day by name,
It’s your love that fans the flame.
You make me more than a man in wait;
You help me walk toward heaven’s gate
Where faith meets promise, and time meets grace,
And I one day see our child’s face.
Thank you, love, for believing in me,
For the future only you could see.
And when the day comes, and they call me “Dad,”
It will be your love that made me glad.
Copyright @ Emmanuel Adegbite
18.
Poem: “PERLINES”
Poet: Ramachandra Rao Nanduri.
From: Hyderabad,India.
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
1)
It’s for one to cheer while in sorrow drear
In darkness stars shine bright and clear
A mountain around makes the valley dear
Success is of no value if failure isn’t near;
2)
It’s for one to cheer while in depths deep
No further to go down but climb way up
Remedying the wrongs we can go higher
It’s in us to make life better and brighter.
3)
Hard and harsh is life in this crabby world
Aid, help and serve some with hearts gold
With selfishness let us not misuse this lot
Of what use are Oceans with waters salt?
4)
Other side of a coin a mirror shows
Other side of self the heart knows
In dies coins are minted we are not
Mould good we can be then why not .
5)
Love happens, it’s not made to order
For lust it isn’t a feeder nor a fodder
Causes the other no scar or slander
Unrequited if , heart’s in smoulder.
Copyright @ Ramachandra Rao Nanduri.
19.
Poem: “The Gate of The Cemetry”
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad
From: Gaza city.
Primelore Published Date: 17, June, Tuesday . 2025.
The whole world chases me fiercely
As I’m the only prey.
I passed through slaughters, massacres and massive burdens of life.
I successfully escaped the darkness and brutality of this notorious world.
I walked the long path over the shredded parts, the killed children, the weeping widows and the hungry boys.
I ran away this motionless and silent world miraculously,
Till I reached the gate of the cemetry where life thrives as flowers
And the glamorous light appears from the innocent souls as the burning butterflies.
I walked among tombs and shrines
Where tranquility and serenity flow.
There, I hear the alives whisper
It was a wonder to flee the dead world and live peacefully in the heart of the earth.
I suddenly yelled at them loudly
“I honestly envy you”.
Copyright @ Ahmed Miqdad
20.
Poem: “THE TIME IS DIAMOND”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 17, June,Tuesday,2025.
Sometimes we have just to look,
Every person is an unwritten book.
Each has a special experience,
That knows only God, it’ a real science!
We can’ t be everywhere,
But people’ s biography is valuable for ever!
Everyone has individual events
And everything is signed on heaven.
Copyright @ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
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