Happy New Year 2026.Welcome Poets and Readers! It’s The 67th Edition of primelore Writerโs Heaven. Thanks, all writers and readers to participate on the poetry ship of primelore Writerโs Heaven.
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01.
Poem: “New Life.”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 06 January, Tuesday 2026.
New year new life new all things,
New hope new feels new everything.
New father new mother new their child,
New fear new conquered new their smile.
New dream, new traveling, new fashion,
New read new write new play zone.
New school new teacher new their rules,
New students new teaching all cheerful.
New country new visitors new all poets,
New poem new love new heart touch.
New lovely wind is blowing around the world,
New words new sentences all like new pearls.
Happy New year! happy new publishing happy primelore,
Write poems read poems, open your heart door.
And try to alive in peoples heart forever.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธAfroza Jesmine.
02.
Poem: “ONE ROAD”
Mustafa Naci รZER
From: Tรผrkiye.
Primelore Published Date: 06 January, Tuesday 2026.
I stepped onto a road alive with fire,
My heart a butterfly, restless with desire.
In every fortune I dared to read,
My eyes grew older, soaked in need.
I was a soul that thirsted for rain,
While rivers laughed and ran again.
Hands were lost in endless green,
I stayed behind in lands unseen.
My longing was a burning sun
On darkened hills where light was none.
I wished for south, for warmth and flame,
But northern winds still called my name.
Daisies whispered hope to me,
In blooming yards where love ran free.
They rocked my heart with gentle art
Through endless nights that pulled apart.
So what if tiredness slows your pace?
You walk these roads, you search for shade.
You chase a shadow, thin and small,
No inn remains to hear your call.
My heart once shouted, open wide,
To eyes that saw the soul inside.
My arms reached out, no end in sight,
For loves that burned both day and night.
Wounds grow faint when words are kind,
Darkness blushes, turns to light.
Black fades softly into rose
The moment when your smile shows.
I know just one true road to takeโ
The one that hearts will never fake.
Though heavy loads may mark the way,
They fade the instant love holds sway.
Thereโs a garden living deep inside,
Only you are meant to rise.
Itโs not so easy just to sayโ
You turn to wings and drift away.
If angels walk the path you choose,
No weight of pain youโd ever lose?
Let butterflies in endless spin
Paint your heart from deep within.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mustafa Naci รZER
03.
Poem: “LEARNING IN THE LIGHT
OF YORGUS FOUDOULIS”
poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia
Primelore Published Date: 06 January, Tuesday 2026.
Education rises gradually in each human life
a lantern embraces long corridors of effort
It grows in the hands of those who refuse to stop learning
those who shape words into bridges across cultures
She walks this path with steady devotion
her poems becoming classrooms of feeling and reflection
The Yorgos Foudoulis Cultural Award meets her journey
as recognition of years spent nurturing artistic understanding
In her work, knowledge is a way of being
a slow cultivation of empathy, memory, and shared heritage
Through her voice, education becomes a living companion
guiding communities toward deeper appreciation of the arts
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Vo Thi Nhu Mai
04.
Poem: “Woman”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou.
From: Greece .
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th January 2026.
You are alive
A mother
A daughter
Womens,
We respect eachother
We support eachother
Our power is strong
When we are together
Woman,
A friend
That we never leave you at your hard time
Woman,
The creativity
The poetry
The art
Woman we must celebrate and be respected everyday
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ EVA Petropoulou Lianou
05.
Poem: “I AM HERE “
Poet:TAGHRID BOU MERHI
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th January 2026.
I am hereโฆ
watching the trickle of boredom,
panting after the labyrinths of the horizon,
as if I were searching for a shadow
lost from my footsteps.
I gather my fevered wound,
and with my words I evade
the star and the moon,
hoping to deceive them
with a glimmer
that conceals the fracture within me.
The blaze of longing
clatters inside me,
and my thoughts pour down
like rain soaked with visions
flashing like the dreams of poetry,
pilgriming with my pulse
toward stations
reached only by lovers.
On the shores of my soul
the night hummed for a long while,
danced its dance,
then vanishedโฆ
and faded away.
The place gasped its last in my memory,
the laughter of dreams grew pale,
and the images dimmed.
My thorny dreams
bewitch my eyelids,
and the sun steals
a tear
from the journey of weeping.
The alphabet flows
through the folds of my throat,
as though a kiss
from the blaze of longing
shakes the hearths of boredom
and awakens what had slept
in my blood.
My soul dozes
between your handsโฆ
then burns,
and I realize that patience
is born only from you,
and dies only in you.
You aloneโฆ
and with you,
another history of wonder is born
a history
that ignites the arteries of light
and melts the hearths
of sorrow and insomnia.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ TAGHRID BOU MERHI .
06.
Poem: “Journey to the Unknown World:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 06 January, Tuesday 2026.
World of sorrows and pain,
Unfinished platform of life,
The journey to death and destiny,
The delight and door of the unknown world,
The shining worth to finish the wounds,
The painful journey of life to death is dark and unknown.
The sorrows and some uneasy walking make us mature.
Then the life finishes in unknown death, destiny and life.
Wound of life struggle teaches us no true love exists.
The green earth is transformed in the green grave one day to be utilized by earth.
Then life is transformed in something new.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Til Kumari Sharma
07.
Poem: “To Be an Artist”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 06 January, Tuesday 2026.
To be an artist
is to let nature breathe through you,
to dissolve into silence,
to become the sacred void.
Take this vow
you have no limits,
no boundaries,
no chains to hold you.
You are free.
Then endless become the possibilities,
a pledge is born
to turn the impossible into light,
never to compromise,
never to bow before fear.
Desire the unseen
with such pure intensity
that between that longing and your being
nothing else survives.
The journey
from form to formlessness,
from sound to silence,
from self to the sacred.
You were divine
and in seeking yourself,
you had to seek life,
you had to seek truth.
To attain Shiva is possible
simply surrender.
Offer your body, mind, and soul,
let every breath chant His name
until nothing remains,
not even you.
From birth to death,
each moment, each breath
only He,
and no one else.
You are not.
Nowhere.
Only Shiva.
Then
you are Shiva,
you are Truth,
you are Beauty,
you are the Artist.
In surrender,
everything dissolves into stillness
and you become the void itself.
Then
the unseen reveals itself,
the formless takes form,
and creation begins anew.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Sangeeta Gupta
08.
Poem: “THE NEW VISITOR”
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 06 January, Tuesday 2026.
The Old Weaver Year left us
with a sweet smile of remembrance
brought
from our youth
the forgotten innocence!
Reminding us that
nothing is forgottenโง
that everything revolves in circles
and no voice,
no look,
remains unmoved
in the sea of memory!…
And the New Visitor took the baton.
With his broad forehead sparkling with promises.
With two eyes like burning lamps.
With well-tuned words on his lips,
he sanctified the path
as he ascended to our father house land
holding his lamp!
He offered to distribute gifts
along with the hope
that was held prisoner
in Pandora’s Box!
For happy and blessed year!
For the restless minds!
For the open warm hearts!
In a gaze directed forward!
Where the roads do not end
but begin!…….
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธMaria Kolovou Roumelioti
09.
Poet: Iram Ijaz
From: Lahore, Pakistan
Poem: “Paradise land”
Primelore Published Date: 06 January, Tuesday 2026.
Kashmir is a magical land,
You cannot find itโs hidden beauty anywhere,
Everyone who goes there,
Forgets the worries of life.
Kashmir is the land of lakes and rivers,
High mountains and tall trees,
Flowers bloom everywhere,
And green grass increase the beauty of Kashmir.
Fresh cool breeze fill the air,
A place of dream for me and you,
A paradise on Earth,
With pure and kind hearted people.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Iram Ijaz
10.
Poem: Life!
Poet: Tanja Ajtic.
From: Serbia/Canada
Primelore Published Date: 06 January, Tuesday 2026.
Ode of Joy, of life and birth,
everything in the world
they were already composing many
and only with the heart it can be seen
and feel message of love.
What I feel writing poem,
it is not in silence, only
where does it start and ends everything
that is the silent one a human being
and it permeates the whole, always
in every breath and a sigh
creation of the world and universe.
She doesnโt sleep
she is already forever awake
and warns that it is biting,
like a heart biting…
Look at the stars, in the heart
and pick up the stone
and you will see life it is everywhere.
Explainable is inexplicable
and everything is impossible are possibleโฆ
Just feel it
and connect with love,
universal love, what she is
first and foremost
from one God given.
Cosmos,
without beginning and end,
and it compresses and expands,
expands and contracts,
all according to Godโs will.
That they created you
and me they live in love.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Tanja Ajtic.
11.
Poem: “Equilibrium “
Poet: Jelena Jovanoviฤ Jov
From: Serbia.Aranฤelovac .
Primelore Published Date: 06 January, Tuesday 2026.
I’m building a bridge
Of dreams and rocks
I am building a reconciliation of words and deeds Endless and silent and gone.
I only stand for a moment.
I’m building a bridge
From luck and desire
From power and powerlessness
To walk with them
From dawn to new dawn.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธJelena Jovanoviฤ Jov
Bio: Jelena Jovanoviฤ Jov Born Serbia.Aranฤelovac 22.09.1977 .
12.
Poem: “I SAW!!!”
Poet: prof.Yahya Azeroฤlu
From: Tรผrkiye.
Primelore Published Date: 06 January, Tuesday 2026.
I stood in front of the mirror,
I saw my hair white,
In half of this life,
I saw my summers as frosty.
I set my hopes on him,
I went to Zimistan,
I saw neither spring nor summer.
While I was in this humble state,
While your name was on the tongue of legend,
While hands were laughing and having fun,
I saw neither folk song nor saz.
Among friends and acquaintances,
In the notes of melodies, In the deep crucible of love,
I saw neither manner nor coquetry.
You were spelled out in my tongues,
You waved in my floods,
In the lakes of Azeroฤlu,
I saw neither a duck nor a goose.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธprof.Yahya Azeroฤlu.
13.
Poem: “loveโs bonfire on Maoโer Mountain”
Poet: Helen Pletts
From: UK.
Primelore Published Date: 06 January, Tuesday 2026.
โIn the dark and boundless night,
there was only that pitiful bonfire, like helpless loveโ
long-silvered-wood prolonging the embers but deepest black has
governance here, like a sudden wave of night silence.
A red fire is speaking of love, raging like a red voice
wavering in walls of steel. And she will be heard,
love railing against confinement, even the metal will gather her
passion and direct it higher, until the wood is darkest, the hot tin
shrinking; love halting in the air wearing her red shoes
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Helen Pletts
14.
Poem: “WHAT AM I ? I DO NOT KNOW – EGAD.”
Poet: Mir Hilal
Primelore Published Date: 06 January, Tuesday 2026.
What am l? l do not know- Egad.
What l think of myself, l’m puzzled.
Where l came from, where l have to go?
How l grow, how l change my colours?
Am l the same person that I am?
O,Lord ! Who can tell me what I am?
No one truly knows, what a soul is.
You know me by name or my structure.
Who knows what is beneath my structure?
Think of yourself and think of nothing.
What are you? what is deep within you?
This imbroglio has marred me so much.
What am l? l don’t know what I am.
I am what I am, people tell me.
O! When shall I know myself at last ?
No one can know oneself for ages.
Hark! When I do not know my own self,
How can l then know my Creator?
What is my beloved Creator?
This question has amazed me deeply.
Close your eyes and go on with your trek.
Thinking more will cut short your long trek.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธMir Hilal
15.
Poem: “I tirelessly translate poems all day long”
Poet: Yongbo Ma
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
I translate poems all day long, unaware that dusk is approaching
the day is entirely gray
the night is filled with the light of snow and transparent black
there are no other colors, monotony is my will
as long as I can find an equally monotonous tune
I can unfold those sentences one by one
like unwinding a ball of yarn in a maze
as if there is no other need
as if it doesn’t matter whether there is a monster
in the center of the maze or not
I lie by the stream all day long like an old dog
I can smell the ferns and the silt
there, the sun always sets for the first time
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Yongbo Ma
16.
Poem: “THE SIMPLEIST THING”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
From: Albenia.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
From words we made a sentence
And from sentences there is a meaningfull science.
But from step to step we advance.
We are so able,
For our readers to be understandable.
We can express our thoughts
And easier can find the best roads!
One day each path…
Can bring the exelent rezuluts on the math!
If we everything collect,
The best way we can select!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
17.
Poem: In the sea of a woman”
Poet: Moammer Alsufyani
From: Yemen
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
I love the mirage because it throws me onto it..
A bold moon approaches me..
Screams without a sound…! Under the shadows of the evening…
Dances in the veins.
A pier of absence full of presence on the shores of a story.
A cup of his dream..
Bottles of intoxicated feelings.
And perfume bottles chose an embrace without a body.
The pulse knocks on the surface of the heart.
Rose files open in her.. images.
The memory is filled, the tide erases here..
and the tide copies me..
Oh my paper boat, wait for me in the sea of a woman.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Moammer Alsufyani
18.
Poem: “Seeds That Never Die”
Poet: Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi
From: Yemen.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
For the sun to rise upon my features;
I am no sunflower,
I departed before its coming dawn,
with two rivers of salt in my eyes,
bearing an ancient wound
as vast as homelandsโ
many homelands, many,
never spacious enough
to contain my pain.
How often I bled my voice
to those whose ears were sealed,
and it sounded
like the moan of a sparrow, broken-winged,
alighting upon a deaf rock,
like sand whispering its thirst
to the cactus:
All that once filled the clouds
has turned to drought.
O time, bearer of calamities’ mood
that keeps no maps among its principles,
weep not for me!
Weep not for me!
It was a beautiful death,
elegant,
like the innocence of a flower
on a severed stem,
yet its fragrance outlived it,
clapping its final breath to the void,
teaching it how scents may bloom
In the mouth of the wind,
so that its gust might sow
blossoms upon the grave.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธMustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi
19.
Poem: “enlightened”
Poet: Mary Garde
From: Vanquber Islnd.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
brought out into light from a darkened place I feel warmth upon my face
rays of heat enlighten me
opened up my heart
with joy I did not see before I was able to
employ such a depth of understanding dulled by life I felt no ability to feel strength in me
wasn’t it for others
to have skill to see
now thought the slightest opening of a glow has
let me know others are not the only ones to know joy of enlightenment faith hope will can penetrate a crack in the darkest night bringing light for a new reality Mary Garde mkap
20.
Poem: “DAWN OF NEW YEAR”
Poet: Parvinder Nagi
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
Here comes the new treasures โฆ.!
May your days be eloquent
with purpose
Your nights luminous with hope
The year ahead a triumphant anthology of grace, grit, and gladness
The brand new year 2026โฆ!!
A journey with significant steps
A dawn with its trumpet of possibilities
The gift not yet unwrapped
The promises not yet fulfilled
Places to be explored anew
Plans to be sketched afresh
New things to be experienced
New commitments to be made
New contentments to be met
Many a pages to be refilled โฆ.
Embrace the blur of time divine
Buffet of happiness galore
With fondest dreams to accomplish
Rejoicing in myriads of ways
Starting life anewโฆ.
Goals to be set again
Privileges to be blessed
Hereโs another blank page
Revitalising your souls
Waiting to get everything rightโฆ.
Capturing the hearts serene
Thronging the talents so gallant
Crossing the barriers huge
Reaching the skies azure
Wish you all the good luck
new year brings
Engulfed in serenity
May God answer your prayers
and fulfill your heart’s desires
May your nights be luminous
with hope
May your days be eloquent
with joy
Sending heartfelt wishes to each one for an amazing New Year full of blessings and golden memories to cherish!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Parvinder Nagi
21.
Poet: Fizza Nafees
From: Lahore, Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
Poem: Banyan Tree
High as mountains, speaking to the sky,
Enjoying sunโs warmth and bathing in rain,
Witnessing rainbows and birds singing with joy,
Its twigs swirling and dancing with wind.
Seeing only delight and ignoring pain,
Is a wrong way to judge its life.
It bears cruelty of harsh sunlight,
And provides shade like an umbrella.
Like a mother, it vanishes its beauty to serve,
A book of history, a keeper of secrets.
Its branches are like angelsโ wings,
Bent and humble, like a patient father.
Its smooth barks reflect quiet modesty,
Its rough scars echo endured experiences.
Its sweet fruits sweeten the mouth,
And calm melody soothes the soul.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Fizza Nafees
22.
Poem: “The path of complete freedom”
Poet: Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: Luton UK .
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
I’m a lone wolf
I’m standing on a hill
Watching the pack in the valley
Which the whole herd
Runs to the exit
I see hidden hunters
The herd runs straight into the trap
I raise my head
I look at the setting sun
I started running
My dark way
Leads to the light
The voice of the heart by force
I’m running through a clearing
Straight to the mountains
Regardless of the
Whether on the road or in the thicket
Who cuts paws with spikes
And the whole body
I’m running past
Forests, houses, meadows
Strongly with all paws
I’m bouncing off the ground
A land that gives me strength
Although sometimes I leave
Traces of blood behind him
I’m running forward
Days and nights pass
From time to time
The rain washes me
Adding freshness
My signpost
Sun, moon and stars
Wild nature around me
I slipped
I’m falling hard
Straight into the worst mud
I’m showing my fangs but not in anger
With great effort I rise
I accelerate and run again
Nearest rain
Washes me of the mud
I’m running on
The seasons pass
However, I don’t pay attention
For the heat of the sun
Are cutting frost snowstorms
Getting closer to the top
A rocky road has begun
Sharp stones hurt my paws
Nothing, I’m running on
The higher the colder
It’s already close to the top
Bound by ice and snow
That freezes my paws painfully
On top of that, the wind is getting stronger
He whips me like a whip
Sleeping in me with frozen snow
I’m showing my fangs again
I lower my head as I fight my way
Through this winter storm
Not looking at fatigue
I’m running on
Finally I arrived
I’m on top of the mountain
A silent frosty night fell
A huge moon in front of me
Surrounded by millions of stars
From exhaustion I fall down and fall asleep
A gentle touch wakes me up
It’s a strangely bright sunrise
Surrounding me with a strong glow
In it, a luminous figure
With my hand the light shows me
I entered it
Feeling the taste of freedom
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
23.
poem: “BROKEN HEART”
Poet: Gilbert Destiny Boluwatife.
From Nigeria. Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
I had found the one so I thought,
My bound emotions let loose but all for nought,
She said all she wanted were the sweetest words,
Affirmations that will bind our love so deep like strong cords,
And all I wanted in return was quality time,
But she was not ready to give a dime,
Painfully I sent that text to my lover,
A damsel I thought I’d stay with forever,
“You asked for words, I asked for time, is that too much to ask…”
And the response I got in return was so cold,
“Please leave the words then.”
And that moment…
I cried!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Gilbert Destiny
Bio: I’m from Gilbert Destiny Boluwatife. A poet and an Author from Nigeria. My niche is Romance, fiction and Historical narrative.
24.
Poem: “Wishful dream”
Poet: Alex Dieppe
From: Vietnam
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
Sleepy me, in red sleeping dress
I wish to dream
A dream beamed with gentle touch, hugged by my lover
In a hut, under the night sky
With the wind chime, and the forest rhymes
Our love shall fly
While the land under, syncs in style
And the birds shall strike
Notes of low and height
And up
The bright moon satisfies our loving mind.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Alex Dieppe
25.
Poem: “Smoke and ashes”
Poet: fenan ponfa
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
Before him,
many have gone
Before he dreams,
Many have tasted and gone
In his eyes, He can’t wait
He rolled his spliff Kiss it wet,
rolled it, and lit it dry
He drags his marijuana
The smoke kisses his lungs
“Poor thing” they said
He is now gone
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธfenan ponfa
26.
Poem: “The Deceit of the Journey”
Poet: Sajid Hussain.
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
I returned empty handed from fulfillmentโs silent sanctuary,
Though adorned with insight, I touched not sacred truth,
With steadfast tread I climbed triumphโs towering illusion,
Mistaking vain success for lifeโs sovereign culmination.
That which I crowned as victory was inner void,
While perceived defeat revealed veiled divine ascendancy,
Through boundless spans of becoming I wandered estranged,
Mistaking fleeting milestones for eternal resting abodes.
The final anchor lay shrouded in misted obscurity,
Yet I declared myself whole amidst spectral delusion,
Mind forged illusions clasped me in silent bondage ,
A fugitive of time, adrift through vanishing instants.
Shelters shifted, destinations dissolved without farewell,
Each threshold led toward another unnamed departure,
Fatigue etched its weight within my aching marrow,
And I sought shade beneath illusionโs transient grace.
Yet the mirage multiplied, the path stretched unyielding,
And life dissolved beneath duskโs encroaching veil,
The light withdrew, the horizon cloaked in silence,
Far from the verity I once presumed to possess.
Now I yearn to return to originโs lost flame,
Perhaps the first step bore truthโs hidden dwelling,
That forsaken threshold, shunned in hungerโs pursuit,
May hold the essence eclipsed by wandering desire.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Sajid Hussain
27.
Poem: “OUR PAST TETE-A-TETE !”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai
From: India
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
Now that my heart has been stolen
It pours tears when you do laugh
Your smile suddenly becomes the all The moonlit nights in my dreams dawn
And you look stunning in my vision
Let’s resume our past tete-a-tete
You ‘ve no idea about my sorry state
People see the stars in the dark sky
But I see them twinkling in your face
I’m not sure when I did see you first
And if someone asks me to name one
I often mention yours inadvertently .
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Dr.Prasana Kumar Dalai@India.
28.
Poem: “LOVE YOUR PARENTS”
Poet: Somdatta Mitra.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
Trumpeting on the moments that remind me ,
My heavenly time spent with my parents in the past.
Every single cheer seemed to be like a mirror ,
Where chasing the butterflies in the garden gives us immense pleasure.
With them to share every single thought and perplexity in mind ,
Their presence would warmly embrace me .
Their care and concern every single moment was a magical journey ,
Where I was cosseted over unfolding my emotions .
When they left for their heavenly abode,
I was left alone in a forlorn moment .
Disturbed, agonised , miserable and unloved,
I battled every single adversity being their only daughter .
I slowly realised how beautiful their world was !
Where afflictions never knocked .
How wonderful that abode was !
Where laughter was the only fragrance to heal our hearts.
Where innocence was never dashed by ferocious storms ,
And with smiles blossomed new desires.
Their presence is worshipped in my own chariot of love ,
Where I engross in Aarti ( ritual of waving lights) .
I feel that emptiness within me like a gentle whisper ,
That I could have done a lot for them had I been conscientious.
Memories of them rise like incense sticks,
penetrating with their divine smoke.
Filling spaces where they have been,
With whispers of love which time can’t erase.
There was effulgence in the indulgence they gave me ,
Prioritising my wishes come true.
In their eyes my dreams found a home ,
Where love was the currency and giving was the throne.
I lost every single love with their passing away,
As if an irreparable loss, a void won’t fade away.
Their absence echoes tearing me apart in excessive pain ,
A chariot of love stands still without a God and Goddess. So I want to shout out today,
And want to aware you all.
Do love and care your parents,
With all your heart, don’t let them fall.
Tell them thanks, show them love,
For all they’ve done, are blessings blossomed from heaven .
Listen to their delicate stories ,
Even if it is a boredom .
Their love’s a gift,
Pure and true that will brighten your sphere.
Cherish them now, while they’re with you ,
Otherwise you will regret it forever , tears won’t undo.
Forever you will suffer missing them ,
There will be no one to hear your misery .
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Somdatta Mitra
29.
Poem: *STARS*
Poet: biswanath Kar.
From: Cuttack, Odisha,India
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
A match of the diamond stars across the sky
In an excited environment with a joyful mood
Where moon is a referee keeping a close eye
On the match upon the sky with a light’s flood.
The soft breezes sing the opening song there
With a silent voice of some unknown musics
Some stars as audiences chatter and laughter
Applause with soft clappings and smiling lips.
The running clouds stay for a while to watch
The match and to hear the unknown musics
They are also standstill to enjoy the match
Removing honey drips from their white lips.
The water colour of life is spreading across
The canvass of the sky with a fantastic art
A dreamy atmosphere swallows the lovers
With illusions of the life on the spring’s route.
The flowers sway their heads and also nod
Calling the silver stars to this beautiful earth
To arrange a fairy fair on the earth’s courtyard
Creating a new season of hope with mirth .
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Biswanath Kar
30.
Poem: “Letter To My Future “Flight 101
Poet: Ruby Kaila Malhotra
Canada
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
Back in old hands the shuttle chugs in chimneys
If no tomorrow assures my graft stems
The steam of pens and quills shoot bars
My dear future is it a pound or carrot cake
I wish to let you rake year 101 in inches
The flinch didn’t fly taps running dry glue
Walls upon pacing coins and faces masked
To protect or preserve on pads and oars
Would you let me peek into 2040 or stumble?
Underground parks and horizons red faith
Perhaps its ti.e to curl precipices past practice
Practical sheaths captures conditioned with you
Splicing silicon with tags labels level triangles
Will ice age mammoth dinosaurs again?
Reason squared see, critters perhaps now
Will Venus lure Pluto into orbit exigencies to
Herald myths I, or will ponds stage fantasies
Past sci-fi sniffi g ballparks thirteen will chase seven!
Dear future do you wonder, chew, embrace as
Cooked delight stirs steeped strips with syrups?
Will spas ue update saltd uprisings giving way
to farms that would tear DJ’s?
I would still love sandalwood springs hot and sprays
I hope you will give me chance to read
31.
Poem: “Acrostic Literature”
Poet: Samad Daud
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: Tuesday 6th Jan 2026
L- Literature a field for every deep thinker,
I – Imagination flows from the mind of the writer.
T- Thoughts come alive on inked pages,
E- Every line echoes the soul of Samad’s poetic ages.
R- Racing thoughts travel from the heart to mind,
A- A path not easy, yet passion you’ll find.
T- Teaching literature is not for all to embrace,
U- Universe flows in verses, Samad sets in place.
R- Ready with words, a pen like a sward,
E- Eager to rise, no matter how haters roared.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธSamad Daud
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