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01.
Poem: “TO BE SPECIAL”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER
From:Türkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
To be most rare, to dwell in one dear heart,
No simple grace, nor lightly won such place;
For life unloved must fade and fall apart,
Yet loved in life is heaven’s tender grace.
In every soul love blooms—a hidden rose,
Awaiting hands that know its sacred worth;
Not every dawn such gentle blossom shows,
It seeks a truth no fleeting dream gives birth.
When gazes meet, a silent path is made,
From heart to heart unseen its course it keeps;
There love is sown where quiet hopes pervade,
And gathered soft in bonds the spirit reaps.
No road of love once walked returns again,
A lifetime’s cost is but a worthy fee;
The roses kept with care defy all pain,
They never fade if held in dignity.
For but one rose, my life I would bestow,
Though gardens vast in endless beauty lie;
If once thy heart its tender grace would show,
One day would suffice ere I should die.
©® Mustafa Naci ÖZER
02.
Poem: “Love You”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
Blue fresh sky I love you,
All bloomed flowers I love much too.
Neighbor friends and my family all are dear to me,
Global people are also dear to me.
Love like and smile we all together,
Allah created everything for us. everything for us.
Dark has special feelings for each light.
Every moments we feel good or bad,
Sun set or sun rise everything is for us
Heaven is too near if we love each other.
©® Afroza Jesmine.
03.
Poem: “MOTHER”
Poet: Võ Thị Như Mai
From: Australia.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
I have traveled far and wide
since leaving Dalat University
Spreading the river of longing
Miss you,mother, the golden fields
My path is filled with ups and downs
Days are wrapped in sun and rain
On your side seeds are nurtured
A garden for my life to feel peace
You say “whenever sadness comes
Pick up the phone and talk to me
The world outside may shift and break
Nowhere is as gentle as home
Whether you are forty or fifty
Whether worn out or well-dressed
Through dawns or sleepless nights
You are still my little child
You are still a tiny kite
Always needs a sky to fly
You are still a crescent moon
Shining on thousand rain drops”
I have not done much for you
Drifting through the vastness of life
Finding happiness in solitude
Because you are here, I feel less lonely
©® Võ Thị Như Mai
04.
Poem: “IN THE DEPTH OF METAPHYSICS”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
At the dawn of existence,
when darkness split open into a mysterious light,
the mind kept swimming through dimensions,
trying to touch the truth in the sea of nothingness.
Are we merely an idea dwelling in an infinite world?
Or is existence an illusion we live as echoes within the vast expanse?
Metaphysics
a riddle understood only by stillness,
a mystery that captivates the heart and drowns it in a sea of questions.
Is the universe born from an idea,
or is existence the eternity with no beginning and no end?
How does time pass while, deep within us, it breathes meaning?
Everything, as we see it
does it exist in itself, or is it merely an image in a mirror that distorts the truth?
Are we consciousness, or are we myths in a strange mind?
The soul, in the depth of existence,
searches for an endless stillness,
travels through dimensions only to fall into the embrace of the unknown.
And metaphysics is an illusion, seen only by the heart
when the mind fails to interpret the secret of existence.
©® TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
05.
Poem: “Seasons “
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou.
From: Greece. 🇬🇷
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
Looking outside of my window
I saw bombs
Killing women and children
Season 1
We have missed the winters
We have forgotten the rainbows
Although rain is everywhere
Season 2
We have been trying to become rich
Working everyday
Day and night
Without sleeping
We wake up tired and full of problems
Unsolved
Season 3
The spring we are all waiting
To smell those beautiful flowers
But we are not seeing clear
We have war zone everywhere
Bombs are coming from the sky
Season 4
It’s summer?
Is this the sun i see?
Clouds have hidden the life
I breath with difficulty
Through my hopes and wishes
That one day
We will have harmony in this planet
©® EVA Petropoulou Lianou.
06.
Poem: “Speech of Loyalty”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: West Nepal
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
Foremost respect is loyal words life long.
Good speech is medicine to deal with.
Sound of politeness is about human civilization.
The sound of justice is for truth and loyal situations.
Life is balanced in loyal words.
It is the beauty of silence and humanity.
People speak rough words.
That is not a life pattern to be civilized.
Speak only standard words.
Use only positive words.
Be happy always.
Without ego we are humans of humanity.
Be loyal with humanity in essence.
©® Til Kumari Sharma
07.
Poem: “The Ripple Effect or Butterfly Cacoon”
Poet: Ahmed Farooq Baidoon
From: Egypt
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
Hearken my troubled waters of the bygone,
Just let it go towards my shipping peace-borne,
Can’t wait to tell that liturgy of my dreamy cloud,
When my moon of hopes shone like a candle in a shroud,
Late but worth that passion inside gurgling waves running deep,
Walking my wish vine to somewhere deserted and steep,
It was so in the middle of nowhere where seasons mingle,
The springtime of my nowadays replete with knell jingle,
Heavenly vanguards behold in wonder never cease,
As if mankind with lust and worldly gluttony were up to please,
I dwelt from that far beyond that waging gale and find;
That beauty of a hermit silkworm ravishing my mind,
Be it that butterfly upholding my blueprint of untold paradise,
Otherwise, a complicity traitor precipitating my demise,
I leant against that stanchion pinned upward wasteland,
Did I have the right to lie dead therein at Lord divine command?
All jostling moribund psalms with salvation herald hastened,
While a neo-born cradle gossiped my virtue and graced,
My waning phase scaled up my cemetery,
Like a moth I took a refuge and there reclined a cherry.
©® Ahmed Farooq Baidoon
08.
Poem: “As Long As It’s You In The End”
Poet: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
From: China
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
The rarest love in the world
exists like faith
The rarest happiness in the world
is destined for the best version of myself
The tacit bond between soulmates
is that I understand your words
and you know my heart
The thoughts I have never told anyone
I wish to pour out only to you
You empathize with my joys and sorrows
All the embarrassments and hidden pains deep in my soul
can rest peacefully in your heart
When I meet you
you soothe the wrongs I have suffered
melt the hardships I have endured
heal the wounds I have borne
release the grievances I have hidden
and fulfill the regrets deep in my heart
Love is fearless devotion
love is unconditional giving
love is generous encouragement
love is unwavering companionship
love is shared responsibility through storms
love is wholehearted fulfillment
No matter how twisted fate may be
matter how life goes awry
matter how fate twists and turns
—As Long As It’s You In The End
©® Lan Xin.
09.
Poem: “I still adore you”
Poet: Fadwa Attia .
From: Egypt
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
I still adore you.
Between my love and yours lie days and years.
I wandered through your nights
and was lost within your days.
I became lost in my own world.
I drifted away from you, and you drifted away from me,
but fate chose to keep us apart.
Yet our hearts are like butterflies,
lost in their own pain.
Between my love and yours are days and years.
Come back to me-
you are still my beloved.
©® Fadwa Attia
10.
Poem: “The meadow of our love”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic.
From: Serbia/Canada
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
My love,
the fragrant flower
of colorful meadows.
You’re bringing in the life with air
within the pores of the skin
all the way to the heart.
I love you.
Purity,
with beautiful feelings,
the blue of my heaven.
Eyes
Sun
warm, gentle.
Lips,
stream, clear, happy.
My nature,
never experienced.
I feel your presence with every sigh.
You will never disappear,
fade in me.
The meadow of our love,
waiting for you.
I’m letting the dew of the womb
wanting to feel sweet juice.
Beauty.
©® Tanja Ajtic.
11.
Poem: “temporary move on”
Poet: Mary Garde
From: Vancouver Island.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
they say everything is temporary
I am so thrilled for that idea
I don’t have to dwell
on this hell I see
I am horrified to think that we human beings
would employ all the cruel scenes my eyes are seeing
visions all around deteriorating human behavior
I never thought possible
I have long time ago censored scenes in movies scenes I didn’t want to register
in my thinking
now I realize how naive just because I didn’t want to know
I have lost my defense to support cruel despicable treatment of those
less fortunate than me
I’m ready for the temorary to move on before I go insane
© ® Mary Garde
12.
Poem: “YOU ARE MY LIGHTHOUSE”
Poet: Jagoda Sablić
From: Croatia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
You are my lighthouse
I am a small boat carried by
the sea currents.
You are the lighthouse that
protects it from storms, and
does not break on the rocks.
You stand proudly in your
solituder and defies Poseidon
God of the sea, whom you
don’t fear, becouse you love
your little boat.
It is your silent suffering.
You think of her every night.
You know she must come
to the sea, and sail away
again in the dark, and the blue
wawe carries her away.
You still stand and wait for
the blue see to bring her to
you, and be happy in your
Love.
The little boat is waiting.
The lighthouse is waiting
for its love from a far away.
©® Jagoda Sablić
13.
Poem: “Reflections of heart”
Poet: Anika Zerin
From: Bangladesh
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
Reflections of heart
When you discover beauty in yourself,
It gently glimmers in everyone else.
And when you choose to live kind and true,
The goodness in others comes into view.
The way we see the world around
Is shaped by what within is found.
For what we feel and who we are
Becomes our lens—both near and far.
We meet the world with our own eyes,
Uncovering truths we hold inside.
And when you find beauty in others too,
Life blooms with beauty, shining softly back at you.
©® Anika zerin chowdhury.
14.
Poem: “PEACE GROANS”
Poet: Kujtim R Hajdari
From: Albania.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
White rooms,
A silence that roars.
A child’s open hand.
A scream that smothers itself.
A gasp, almost a prayer,
The wind beats over wounded walls.
The birds return again
Above the forgotten names,
They place laurels.
A window stays open,
With no siren, it invites the wind.
The belated morning
Teaches itself
How to weep and how to laugh.
In the winds that beat the globe,
Peace stands bride-like, sad.
No horn is heard,
No wreath is seen.
After fear
Has dropped the knife.
Sighs of pain,
Strangling white doves.
©® Kujtim R Hajdari
15.
Poem: “The Backbone”
Poet: Bai Gengsheng
Translator: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei) From: China
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
The wind has no backbone
It roams entirely at its own will
Grass needs no backbone
It merely sways as the wind blows
Water requires no backbone
It just flows gently toward the lowlands
Insects have no need for backbone
They have not evolved to that stage yet
Yet
Mountains possess their backbone
To hold aloft the boundless firmament
Houses stand with their backbone
Or they could never shelter all the needy with warmth and delight
Bridges are built with their backbone
To bear the endless throng of carts and steeds passing over
A person must have backbone
For it lets you stand tall and unshakable in life and living
An army must have backbone
For it lets you hold your broad chest high to stand guard and fight
A nation can never go without backbone
With it you keep your head held high in unyielding perseverance
A country can never go without backbone
With it you are filled with boundless vigor spirit and vitality
A society cannot lack its backbone
Among all mortal beings only the awakened and virtuous embody it
An era cannot lack its backbone
Without it we might as well sink back into ignorance and barbarism
Backbones always lie in quiet solitude
Never vying for the spotlight or fame
Backbones are always left uncelebrated
For they scorn all glib and flattering words
Backbones are often cast aside and forgotten
Yet only when we sit upright or stand tall do we fathom their true worth and essence
Backbones have endured endless wrongs for eons
Yet they remain steadfast without regret or grievance
Bio: Bai Gengsheng is the Vice Chairman of the China Writers Association, Member of the Standing Committee of the 13th National Committee of the Chinese People’s Political Consultative Conference (CPPCC), Honorary Dean of the China Yulong Wenbi Dongba Culture Academy About the Translator: Internationally renowned writer and poet, the only female inheritor of the World Memory Heritage Dongba Culture, Dean of the China Yulong Wenbi Dongba Culture Academy, Winner of International Literary Awards.
©® Bai Gengsheng
16.
Poem: “Acrostic: BIGHΤ”
Poet: Name: Andromachi Benekou
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
BIGHT
Breathing the air of the tranquility sea
Imagination is inviting your heart’s ship
Giant waves stay outside the calm bay
Hope is rekindled, you are not far away
Talks with seagulls announce our lovely trip!
©® Andromache Benekou .
17.
Poem: “A REAL WISH”
Poet: SHAIP Z. ZEQIRI.
From: Albania
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
I wish to all new experiences,
Based on knowlage and sciences.
To enjoy a real peace in the life…
At last it’ s time to be ripe!
It was to much with dayly delicts
And those wars and crazy conflicts.
Not anymore waiting just ” evolution”.
People need real solution!
©® SHAIP Z. ZEQIRI.
18.
Poem: “English Study”
Poet: Chen Hsiu-chen陳秀珍
From: Taiwan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
Facing English,
my eyes stay neutral.
My mouth is all emotion.
My ears insist on reason.
My mouth—
it’s starting to like the ABCs.
My ears—
still not used to
hypothetical moods
and dreamy future tenses.
Between
the sweetness of my mouth
and the bitterness of my ears,
my eyes
grow a little conflicted.
I lose myself in the past tense,
listening,
not understanding
“I love you.”
When my mouth
sings softly to Mr. English—
I will have to say I love you in a song—
my eyes switch themselves off,
becoming a tiny universe of drizzling rain.
My ears turn into a hollow valley,
echoing the memory:
I will have to say I love you in a song.
My heart
has already given its quiet consent,
yet Mr. English stands still,
like a meditating narcissus.
Mr. English,
please—
don’t let my tongue
turn into stone.
©® Chen Hsiu-chen陳秀珍
19.
Poem: “Dr. Aafia Siddiqui”
Poet: Zannatun Nur Sahla
From: Bangladesh
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
Pakistan’s abandoned daughter,
Dr. Aafia Siddiqui—
Asia today demands her return.
Khona is dead, Nangeli is dead,
Yet all the women in Asia’s heart
Are red pearls in the realm of knowledge.
For them, heroes awaken,
Again and again slogans rise,
And every cry sends tremors
Through the hearts of oppressors.
Come—open the gates, open the doors,
Look—Aafia is alive today, and she cries.
So many pleas, so many tears,
Bound in chains, lost and helpless,
For them, today, Asia stands united.
Pakistan’s abandoned daughter,
Dr. Aafia Siddiqui—
Asia today demands her return.
©® Zannatun Nur Sahla
20.
Poem: “WHEN THE TIDE CAME BACK ALONE”
Poet: Sanjit Gupta.
From: India. 🇮🇳
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
Beneath winter’s hush, a dying ember lay,
It burned for hands that never found their way.
It hid its warmth where frozen memories sleep,
Guarding a promise it was told to keep.
A window watched the road through every night,
Its candle thinned to threads of failing light.
Curtains breathed, but only emptiness came through,
Dust learned the shape of someone it once knew.
An old stair ached with echoes of a tread,
Footsteps that lived only in the unsaid.
The sea kept calling with a broken tone,
Each wave returned, but always came alone.
Moonlight traced two shadows on the shore,
One slowly faded, then was seen no more.
Dried flowers clung to perfume long since gone,
Love stayed behind after the hearts moved on.
The heart, a stubborn tide that will not roam,
Still finds the shore that never called it home.
©® Sanjit Gupta.
21.
Poem: “Prison jingles”
Poet: Indrajit Roy
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
For the world i knew nothing of, drank its water, milk and honey-
Knee deep in gossip
an acids of grief and dullity….
I left a few letters ,
I spoke them? to little people
in floral shorts,like
dew on an organ panel, black into white, little taxi vans ,
jerking over bumpy streets.
Folksy tears, get stuck in
lashes oh so deep green! What
day is this? Is it june already
©® Indrajit Roy.
22.
Poem: “Her demands.”
Poet: Ayesha Imran
From: Pakistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
The shadows of this universe are dark.
Working to make my heart a shark.
The blood of queen shines bright as gold.
Her demands are fierce, her spirit bold.
©® Ayesha Imran 
23.
Poem: “Time is money”
Poet: Bertha Galan
From: Bolivia.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 28 April 2026.
Stop time…
from the leaves of a green tree
life springs forth in silence,
every fruit, every bright seed
hopes to dare to dream.
Flowers are born without asking permission
made of aroma and pure magic,
each petal beats in the memory
like a sigh in history.
Stop time…
in the memory of those they loved,
without nostalgia or promise of redemption
of those who lived a thousand lives…
between pages of dreams and wounds.
Life, a journey that never stops
Sometimes it asks us to stay behind,
Stop the clock, embrace what you’ve experienced…
Because growing up also hurts.
Time, air, and the sun’s sigh
writes, names, and laughs brightly,
the word blossoms in a blue corolla
And its perfume… It walks with you!
©® Bertha Galan
