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01.
Poem: “Bengali Spring.”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
Spring is my favorite season.
for loving spring there is many reason.
Spring oh my love spring ,
You came I understand when the cuckoo sing.
My spring you are the queen of Bengali season,
You are so lovely for more reason.
The Palash awakens like a tongue of orange flame,
Igniting the forest in Basantaโs vibrant name.
Beside it, the Shimul drops its crimson weight,
Painting the dusty earth in a royal, scarlet state.
The Krishnachura spreads its fern-like, fiery lace,
Hiding the summer sun with a bright and blooming grace.
While Radhachura yellow, like a soft and golden light,
Dances in the breezes from the morning until night.
The scent of Beli jasmine begins to softly creep,
Through open village windows while the weary spirits sleep.
And Genda garlands gather, woven tight in yellow rows,
Marking every festival that a Bengali heart knows.
The mango groves are heavy with the perfume of the Bol,
A sweet and tangy promise that nourishes the soul.
Underneath the Sajne tree, a carpet white and fine,
The earth is dressed in blossoms in a seasonal design.
Hi spring you are so glad,
Each Bengali people love you ,
Poor or rich no one feel sad.
In the land of golden rivers, where the cuckoo starts to sing,
These are the living colors of a true Bengali Spring.
spring! I love you much!
Each people love spring;
He too who walks with crutches.
Afroza Jesmine.
02.
Poem: “HOW SHOULD ONE LIVE”
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER.
From: Tรผrkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
There is something inside me โ
in my mind, in my heart โ
something without a nameโฆ
Yet a gentle smile,
a sincere soft laugh
explains it completely.
If every moment I live
is shaped by love,
then every face I see is a friend,
every hand I reach out
carries peace.
Bouquets gather
at my fingertipsโฆ
The warmth of the love within me
I deliver to my friend
with a heartfelt clasp.
My heart is spring โ
on one side
clear waters rushing and bright,
on the other
my hills burst into bloom,
and my bees
craft their endless honey.
Each breath I offer
should touch
like a cool, passing breeze.
Let love fill,
let love overflow โ
warmly, humanly, fraternally,
and closer still โ as friends.
Isnโt this
how we are meant
to live?
Mustafa Naci รZER
03.
Poem: “DEMANDING”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
On Sunday I sit at home and hear the wind
Sighing like the distance between us
Your crystal laugh is here and there
Breaking through the blue waves of home
I am foolish like young girls
Loving a lifetime so deeply
A cactus lightly touches the past
Blooming a fresh yellow flower
And I know you will not return
Leaving the afternoon full of drifting rain
And I trace your bare feet, as if
As if a kiss trembles and fills everything
You fill my Sunday with passion
With memories of beautiful youth
With a little jealousy, hand in hand
With vague vastness, so that I will
I will remember you, remember you till the end
Till the end of this journey on earth
I demand from you each New Year
A golden apricot branch, fragrant along the road
04.
Poem: “A Mothers Love”
Poet: Sarah Robinson
From: England.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
What are the boundaries of a โMothers Loveโ?
Is it an expectation delivered to us at birth or the complex
challenges of growth throughout the years?
When does the blurred line become clear?
From a selfish thought to accepting I have to deal with a lot
more than I should?
I have given all my seconds, minutes and hours to the
children I bore and love with utter dedication and care.
They take it as freely as I have given it but it has left me
empty and hollow inside.
Cuts, bruises and scars are my only badges of honor
confirming I have a โMothers Loveโ.
But this is all too much for me.
Kisses are replaced by deep sharp bites on tender nervous
skin.
Hugs are traded for angry squeezes around my arms and
neck, yet I still smile and say โit’s okayโ for I have a โMothers
Loveโ.
I fear lip service is playing overtime now, convincing myself
that this is normal and to be accepted.
I detest viewing my arms filled with intentional wounds by a
child (my child) who has no voice, thus relies on his hands to
do the speaking.
My โMothers Loveโ knows this, making my guilt sting like the
fresh cuts he has inflicted on me today, like yesterday and
every other day before.
So, it seems I do hold a limit for a โMothers Loveโ, for a child
that did not ask to be born.
For a child who did not ask to have a lack of words within his
autistic mind.
What a complete failure I feel.
I need to find more of my โMothers Loveโ.
Sarah Robinson.
Bio: I am Sarah Robinson , a 44 year old mother of three disabled children, including autism, tourettes, learning difficulties and a whole bunch more. Caring for them over the course of 17 years (so far) I have had more tears than smiles and by having to deal with impossible challenges along the way it triggered my own mental health issues (adhd, ptsd and an anxiety disorder) which I had no option but to deal with. Writing all my thoughts down in poetry – be it the good, the bad and the ugly has saved me from many a dark day and I have found relief by getting it out of my head. I hope these poems can help others who may encounter the same feelings.
05.
Poem: “Like the first time…”
Poet: Eva Lianou Petropoulou
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
My heart
Close to your heart
They wisper
They talk like the know each other for years
Your heart tonight
Make love to my soul
A love full of passion
With care
Respect
Your heart tonight
Show to me
The magic moment
Exist
Your heart
Touch my heart
Like a child
Your heart
Has his own
Prophetical knowledge
You are a diamond
But i had to climb
The highest volcano
So i can find you…
ยฉ ยฎEva Lianou Petropoulou
Poetry Unites people Founder
06.
Poem: “SOUL DAWN”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
Ramadan
comes like dawn,
wiping from the heart the dust of years.
He opens the door of the sky
and leaves it slightly ajar
so that prayers may pass through lightly
like the fragrance of certainty.
In it, we arrange our souls
as lamps are arranged before the feast.
We wash our voice with water and verses
and hang on the balconies lanterns of longing.
Ramadan is an ascension of the body
so it may remember the bread of mercy.
It is neither hunger nor thirst,
but a hidden river flowing in the heart,
teaching it the meaning of sufficiency.
In its nights, the prayer mat widens to become a homeland,
and the tear becomes a small sanctuary.
We raise our hands, and within us the distance of light grows,
and in the silence an inner call to prayer is born,
awakening our souls from the sleep of habit.
Ramadan,
O month of purity,
teach us how to fast from sin
as we fast from food.
And take our hands toward a dawn
that never fades from the heart.
TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
07.
Poem: “Mountains of Feeling”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
The feeling of the rich moral is here.
Ethical plantation is here.
The humanity is planted.
The ethics is highlighted.
Varieties are there.
Feeling is ethical make up.
Humanity is highlighted and valued.
The shining sky is there.
The beauty of mind and heart is highlighted.
The duty of humanity is planted.
The layers of feelings are highlighted.
The shining jewel is filled with heart.
ยฉ Til Kumari Sharma
08.
Poem: “The Unfolding Of The Untouched: Touยทchรฉ”
Poet: Ruby Meraki Oenomel.
From: Canada.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
When Seagulls Sublet, Decomposers Reside,,To, Nuts Hazel
Kernels
Past Dyeing Sighs Chew, Born of Shu, god of air, and Tefnut?
Makeen: Where Spells,,,Bind Can’did’ness, Maybeezzz,,,,, Coo
. Stretching,,, The Command’ments, Besotted, The Forth Wing
Word Building Divide, Musalsal, Unifying, The Climax Of, The
Side Show,,,
. Get A Leg Up On Layered Functionality: Distilled & De’lightfully
Explorative, Ya Decimated Serendipity Longing, For,,,,,,, Pickled
Masculinity Responding With Ay,,,,,Fallicies Construed,,,,, &
Checkered, Luck Hopes Faith
. Retelling Historical Fantasies, Whereby, Underscoring Facets
Of’f the O So Rushed Familial Urban Blends, Refurbished
. The lines,, crossed,,,when the hands of time & constancy,, are
tRied,,,,Serve the tunnel when Slumbering Beams Moist Nuts
. What is the reason to start with the nut? Theatrics forbidden,
nuts whines grow, Barren gives baroori run for it’s money regimes
strings unhook where,
. Dandelions redirect prints stop watch where unwinds, seasaw
skulls candled hacks webbed.
Sledge hammer harps remote, clocks dancing orbits, rivers subdue
sow slight knocking meteors, scissors pray.
Ruby Meraki Oenomel
09.
Poem: “Conversations with the Infinite”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar
From: Pakistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
I did not call You with words,
for words are fragile vessels,
and You are the boundless ocean
beyond every shore.
I only loosened the knot of my silence,
and suddenly
the air itself began to listen Between two heartbeats,
a door opened,
a door that had never known walls.
My breath forgot its solitude,
and my soul stood unveiled,
cradled in the first home of its own being.You did not speak,
yet all creation answered.
Even my wounds
began to glow with meaning,
as if every ache had always been
a quiet offering
to the eternal.
Then I understoodโ
the Infinite does not arrive from afar,
it rises softlyfrom the depths we rarely dare to enter.
Since that moment,
I no longer seek You in some distant place,
for You walk beside me
in the sacred anonymity of presence,
woven into every breath
with gentle eternity.
ยฉ๏ธ ยฎ๏ธ Saeeda Akhtar
10.
Poem: “Two plates”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic.
From: Serbia/Canada
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
And now I see you
as you go down the long corridor
and you wanted love
and you wanted to help me
because I am alone
and empty was a refrigerator
and nobody needed me
My head hurts because of me
of all ghosts
who possessed me
There was no place for you
normal and sensual.
And now I see you
as you go down the long corridor
and I want to scream
and I want to get you back
but I still close the door
because my spirit has returned
to torture me
invited
to dinner
with two plates set
and me alone…
Tanja Ajtic.
11.
Poem: “a change of plans”
Poet: Mary Garde
From: Vancouver Island
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
just when you knew what you wanted to do.
what the plan was
doesn’t mean you will
see it through
there you were packed and ready just one thing can trip you up send you where you didn’t need
or want to be
like it or not
be sure another direction can come at you even with determination you will find you will change
your mind
I can’t express my lack of joy when I am upended unexpectedly
who out there can send me reeling with the most obnoxious feeling
I protest to the utmost
unfortunately for me no one hears my plea I get what is meant for me
all I can do is make the best of it
Mary Garde
12.
Poem: “Where Do You Take Me, Life”
Poet: Elli Lagiou
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
Where do you take me, Life,
to those childhood eyes
that reflect the world
like a sea full of stars?
How can I describe their laughter,
that small burst of light
that dispels all darkness?
It is the wind that lifts the dust
and lets the soul soar.
Life, you are the whisper
in a child’s first step,
the embrace that feels like the sky,
the promise that tomorrow
will shine brighter than yesterday.
Donโt let the light fade.
Those small hands hold
every smile we let slip,
every song we forgot.
Children are your heartbeat,
the reason the earth keeps spinning.
Show us how to become
the guardians of their innocence.
Teach us to weave life
with threads of love
and never let fear
break the fabric.
Life, take us to a place
where hope blossoms,
where every child can laugh,
live, and dream.
Donโt let your embrace
be lost to oblivion.
Life, illuminate the souls
of all people,
so their foremost care
is for every child.
Let me know if you’d like any
adjustments before submitting it!
Elli Lagiou
13.
Poem: “THEY GAVE US GREEK LANGUAGE” and we must preserve it!
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
From:Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
We chiseled the Languageโฆ
We chopped the wordsโฆ
We emptied them of their Divine Essenceโฆ
We brought them to the measure of mortalsโฆ
Without the accompaniment of noble spirits,
we built skyscrapers
with unread books
touching the sky.
With arrogance, we shook our minds in the air
darkening the ancient parchments
and the swift-winged Hermes,
with the caduceus in hand
abandoned us running,
leaving our iron armor
to rust!….
Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
14.
Poem: “Walls and bridges”
Poet: BANIA SOFIA
From: GREECE
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
Walls and bridges
Travelers of life
out of fear we build walls
and imprison the wind
and fortify the light
shrinking our world.
And we raise a prison around us
and suffocate the dreams
that thirst for an open sky.
And we tear down the paths
that lead to the light.
Instead of weaving bridges of kindness and love
we suffocate the seed of hope
in the rigid stone
making the love an exiled beggar
in a foreign land.
Why did we choose to fortify the soul
as if it were always winter
rather than cross the bridge of souls
that breathes only with two presences
because the first step seems
like a flame in an impassable night.
BANIA SOFIA
15.
Poem: “Sorrows”
Poet: Xrysoula Foufa
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
Sorrows covered the sunlight.
You shed tears
in your whole life
and drank them
as a drink of poison.
You turned blind.
Stars became invisible to you.
You missed the light of the sky
day and night.
ยฉยฎ Xrysoula Foufa
16.
Poem: “Cartography of the Heart”
Poet: Xoโjyozova Dildora
From: Uzbekistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
We draw the earth with careful hands,
measuring rivers, tracing lands,
yet who will map the silent space
where longing leaves its tender trace?
Between the mountains and the sea
lie unseen lines of memory;
no satellite can truly find
the hidden borders of the mind.
A continent of hope expands
beyond the reach of shifting sands;
through storms of doubt and winds of fear
the inner compass keeps us near.
Not every map is made of stone,
some paths are walked by faith alone;
and every step the brave ones start
redraws the atlas of the heart.
Xoโjyozova Dildora
Bio: Xoโjyozova Dildora is a Geography student at Urganch State University, Uzbekistan. Her academic interests include ecotourism, GIS, and sustainable development. She has authored 60 scientific articles and has received awards in national and international academic competitions.
17.
Poem: “EDUCATION IS THE CONNECTION”
Poet: Daniel omar
From: Nigeria
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
The key to unlock,
The doors of knowledge, and a brighter luck.
It guides us through life’s journey, day by day,
And helps us chase our dreams, in a brighter way.
With every book, and every lesson learned,
Our minds are sharpened, and our future’s earned.
Education empowers, and sets us free,
A treasure that’s priceless, for you and me.
It builds the nation, and shapes the mind,
A legacy that leaves a lasting find
If is like that let’s empower and support youths globally to access quality education.
Daniel omar
18.
Poem: “Bitter Coffee”
Poet: Muammer Alsufiani
From: Yemen ๐พ๐ช
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
Keep your messages in the morning
Write whatever pleases you for me
And add a touch of dawn’s flavor to my cup.
Here… it’s hypocrisy not to flatter myself for the sake of harmony with her.
I speak with my specters
Lying is my language and truth is my title.
Bitter Coffee
Muammer Alsufiani
19.
Poem: “Inner Flame”
Poet: Paula Oliveira
From: Portugal.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
In the beginning it was not light โ it was desire.
An invisible breath burning in the womb of silence.
Fire does not burn only wood;
it burns what in us is shadow.
It is an ancient teacher,
a living tongue of the unseen.
It dwells in the center of the chest,
a secret altar where the soul
kindles its prayers
without words.
When you close your eyes,
it dances behind your eyelids โ
a small inner sun
reminding you who you are.
Fire is spirit in motion,
it is purification and rebirth,
it is the death of old fear
and the dawn of the awakened self.
May it not be a blaze of pride,
but a serene flame of awareness.
May it burn bright,
without consuming love.
For true fire
does not destroy โ
it transforms.
Paula Oliveira
20.
Poet: Suranjit Gain
Poem: “The dust”
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
The dust
Suranjit Gain
Dust, dust of my country.
I take care of you
Lift on the head.
I know you as
Expensive jewel;
I accept you
Better than heaven.
You touch my eyes
With the paintbrush of dream.
Love to sacrifice
All for you;
I will carry your burden
No matter how heavy.
Fingers of your affection
Will wipe my fatigue.
Bio: Suranjit Gain is born on 8 October in 1984. Khulna district in Bangladesh. Mother Lila Gain. Father Tapan Gain. Primary education from Dacope saheberabad primary school. Secondary from Herovanga Vidyasagar Vidyamandir, West bengal, India. Higher secondary from Gobordanga Collegiate Highschool, India. Creation of literature begin from childhood. Priest ( gurudev ) world famous poet Purushottam Kazi Nazrul Islam. Number of published book about hundred and fifty. Bengali, Hindi, English, Sanskrit literature published from several country of the world. Maximum writings and books released with the finance of publication. Admired and recognized by international literary festivals. National and international awarded poet. Congratulated by the universe in literature. Suranjit Gain
21.
Poem: “Celestial Odyssey of Love”
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
On your beauty dawn first learned how to rise,
Borrowing blush from your unguarded skies;
The timid sun, in reverent surprise,
Found its own fire reflected in your eyes.
You stand where mortal hours dissolve in light,
A hush between the day and dreaming night;
Around your brow the silent stars unite,
Confessing they were born from your delight.
Your smileโan unseen cometโs silver trailโ
Crosses the dark where lesser radiances fail;
My doubts, like fragile satellites, grow pale
And drift beyond loveโs luminous veil.
When you speak, constellations rearrange,
The fixed and faithful wander, sweetly strange;
Time sheds its measured, mathematic range
And kneels before a harmony so strange.
Your hair flows like interstellar streams,
Carrying nebulae of ancient dreams;
Each tender gesture softly redeems
The broken orbit of forgotten themes.
I voyage through the galaxies you are,
Past trembling moon and solitary star;
No distant heaven ever felt so far
As when your quiet heartbeat stands ajar.
O luminous heart, my compass and my art,
You are the cosmos clothed in human part;
Through endless dark, through every shattered chart,
Your beauty is the map within my heart.
Thus let our love, a bright celestial sea,
Sail past the edge of what the eyes can see;
For in your light I find infinite
And in your beauty, my eternity.
Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
22.
Poem: “LAND OF SILENCE”
Poet: Maja Milojkoviฤ
From: Serbia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
In the valley where the wind softly smiles,
Where birds sing free from fear and pain,
Peace weaves robes of golden threads,
And crafts a world of boundless freedom.
On the horizon where dawn gleams bright,
No cannons roar, no tears of grief fall,
Only whispers of rivers, the scent of olives,
In a world where hearts rest in calm.
No longer do hands bear weapons of war,
Now they reach to build bridges anew,
Eyes once shadowed by darkness and pain
Now seek only the skiesโ heavenly hue.
For in peace, love blooms and grows,
While tales of war become distant lore.
In every heart glows a spark of joy,
And life’s silence creates a radiant light.
Land of silence, sacred and dear,
May eternity rest in your gentle embrace.
Let every song from this place arise,
To spread love and the fragrance of freedom.
Maja Milojkoviฤ
23.
Poem: “Celestial Being “
Poet: Arbind Kumar Choudhary
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
The Ring King is as charming as spring
Who sets the ball rolling
For the Einstein ring
Amidst many a rude -awakening?
Shivang is a celestial being
Who encages the Jack-pudding
For the spring of the human being
Amidst many a wolf in sheepโs clothing?
Sarang is a supernatural being
Who gives a good thrashing
For the ring of the creative suffering
Amidst many a good for nothing?
How can the king of the ring enjoy the thundering
Amidst many a wing of the wool-gathering?
Bio: DR. ARBIND KUMAR CHOUDHARY who has got not only two of his poetry collections-Majuli:The Vatican City of Assam(2018) and Mother India(2020) included for syllabus of B.A English Honours and M.A in English at Sibsagar University,Assam but also honoured with the crown of the Universal Ambassador of Peace from Poetry and The Phrasal King in Indian English Poetry by Geneva based Gabrielle Simond , president of duo organizations โUniversal Ambassador Peace Circle and Universal Peace Embassy and Indian creative milieu. Dr.Choudhary, retired Prof. of English. from the Deptt of English, Rangachahi College,Majuli,Assam,India.
24.
Poem: “An Anxiety Patient”
Poet: Samad Daud
From: Pakistan ๐ต๐ฐ
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
A soul is a patient of Anxiety!
A deep breath and deep heart beat!!
Samad is the patient of Anxiety!
Taking a deep breath!
And, an elevated heartbeat!
A soul can’t sleep!
And, wakes up repeatedly!
The health died that was already!!!
Samad Daud
25.
Poem: “The Spring”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 February 2026.
I try to find a reason
For a better season!
To have more goods,
As a garden tree with lot of fruits!
Maybe the spring brings results,
After conversations and consults.
We just can pray,
To find the best way!
Not anymore so many misunderstanding,
But to have real peace as a spring.
Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
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