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01.
Poem: โAfter you, there is fire, and your closeness is fire.โ
Poet: Dr. Abdel Fattah Al-Arabi.
From : Tunisia.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
O you who ask about my mind,
My mind has flown away.
O you who ask about my heart,
My heart is confused.
O you who ask about my body,
My body is in fire.
My longing for you has melted me.
And my longing for you has made me sick.
You are as far away as the stars.
You are as close as the moon.
You are as close as the distance of worries.
You are as far away as the embers.
Donโt let me taste the flavor of longing.
Your breath plays between my eyelids.
And inflames me and inspires me with my sorrows.
You extinguish me like the flame of a candle.
And inflames me like the flame of tears.
I, lost among the folds,
Forget about distance, you do not know its realizations.
For the beloved of the heart is lost in the folds.
Between the embrace of the city and the throng of fates.
For most, treachery tickled her.
And distance distanced her.
Return to the embrace of the beloved.
For warmth is close to me.
For your distance made you lost.
And made my eyes tearful for you.
I am lost in your distance, for it is fire.
And I got lost in your closeness, for it is fire.
Being close to you is fire, and being away from you is fire.
I see you from behind the curtain.
Crying over the days of yore.
I built a wall between me and you.
And you will never return, neither to my heart nor to the house.
Copyright @ Dr. Abdel Fattah Al-Arabi.
Bio: Abdel Fattah Al-Arabi, Tunisian national, graduate in programming and media analysis PhD in Humanities from the International Theophany University Political and human rights activist, union leader Legal advisor to the Tunisian Court Cultural advisor to the Union for Poetry and Culture of the Arab World Abroad, Dutch section Director of the magazine REVISTA AMERICA Sin Fronteras in Tunis Member of the Renaissance of the Third Millennium Participated in the Nights of Poetry in Dhaka (Poets of the World at the 100th Evening of Udaan Little TV Magazine) with the participation of 51 poets from 24 countries Published in numerous local Arab and international magazines and newspapers I am preparing to publish my first poetry collection.
02.
Poem: โPeaceโ
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
We pay with our lifes
Decision others they took
Because they are looking at their pockets
And not at the safety of the planet
Why a war is happening?
Always the same response
Nobody knows
Learn to talk
Learn to communicate
Learn to accept
Learn to respect
Peace,
So rare in this planet
Since the existence of the humans
Quiet was a privilege for few
Understand,
Listen
Be silent
Those are the rules for a bright future
Hope,
No children will sleep
Without his parents tonight
Pray,
For Angelโs protection
To everyone s house
Copyright @ Eva Petropoulou Lianou.
03.
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
Poem: โRED PETALSโ
From: Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
June arrives quietly
a soft wind carrying the red petals
they fall like a flame of time lit by cicadas
onto the bright schoolyard
Chalk dust drifts in the calmness of noon
benches warm with studentsโ laughter
A swing creaking like a distant song
the past still plays in scattered light
We were children of hunger and hope
sharing sweet potatoes and stories
Red petals falling with our final steps
summer closes the book of our school dreams
Time flies fast and fades away
white lilies grow beneath old trees
morning hides inside the red evening
space and memories calling towards June
Still, the red petals falling every summer
and some hearts stay young forever
Copyright @ Vo Thi Nhu Mai
04.
Poem: โTHE BREATH OF LIFE.โ
Poet: Concetta La Placa.
From : ITALY.
Scent of seaweed
wafts
into my nari
and I feel myself suspended
in moments of joy.
Blown by the breeze,
I watch the current
cradling, in eternal motion,
the waves of this immense
and calm sea.
And, while the sun
warms my heart,
my soul flies free with the warm gust
of this fleeting life.
Copyright @ Concetta La Placa.
Bio: Concetta La Placa is a poet, writer, aphorist, critic, translator, social activist and author of the magazine Alessandria Today. She is present on the international poetry scene. She has published seven collections of poems. She is Ambassador of Peace and Culture of the IFCH Forum and member of: โ Carta de la Paz Project (Dra. Hc Marรญa Elena Ramรญrez). โ Renaissance of the Millennium Group of the founder and president of RRM3, Prof. George Onsy โ She is an official member of an organization called ยซChair of Womenยป. She lives in Rome. She has worked as a professor at the L.U.M.S.A. University of Rome and at the Ministry of Labor and Social Policies. She is known in the international poetic scene because her poems have been published in various anthologies by various authors and magazines from different countries of the world (Spain, Serbia, Bangladesh, India, Brazil, United States, Peru, Uruguay, Vietnam, Mexico, Costa Rica, Colombia, etc.).
05.
Poem: โBroken Dream of Dragonโ
Poet: Kang, Byeong-Cheol
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
On the Jeju coast where dreams melt away, stands the Yongduam.
The shape of the dragon, eroded by the waves, is filled with sorrow.
Though not grand, its appearance exudes pride,
a legendary rock that stands up to the sky.
According to the legend, the dragon was in search of jewel-like jades,
but was shot down by a divine arrow and plunged into the sea.
In an instant, its head froze while staring up at the sky,
a world of dreams filled with endless disappointment.
However, those who come to Yongduam encounter reality rather than dreams.
One can witness the hard work of the female divers in the sea
and enjoy the cafes, bars, and restaurants that fill the area.
Travelers who come to find Yongduam
can experience Jejuโs history and scenery,
where legends and reality come together,
and depart with the dreams of the sad dragon in their hearts.
Copyright @ Kang, Byeong-Cheol.
06
Poem: โpeace is where ?โ
Poet: Afroza Jesmine .
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Where is peace?
What are you looking for?
A family, a home, a car or ;
Countless amounts of money ?
Everything you can get.
But a peaceful life isnโt always possible ,
What is the meaning of peace?
Is it a product?
No ! you canโt copy or buy it.
You canโt erase peace from the world;
If you always smile.
Peace is a feeling of your heart;
You can destroy it or conquer it each time.
People need peace
People like peace ;
You he and I like peace,
Peace is not a glass of wine;
Peace is not easy to get you or mine.
If you get peace
Your life will be smiling and glazy
Love your Creator and love all what ;
Allah created for you very easily.
. Say Alhumdulillah !
Smile at any situation,
Love all people young and old,
Love nature and love all animal
From big to small.
Love and help poor men, love patients ,
Go to the hospital .
Try to touch their heart;
Make a peaceful happy life for them;
Whose are fighting with their life.
Stop genocide ,
Stop war from the world,
Peace is a sweet fragrance ;
Try to spread it everywhere,
Then you will find peace too,
In your life peace will come all the time.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.
07.
Poem: โMy Loyal Cuctusโ
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad
From: Palestinian
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
My loyal cuctus,
Iโm sorry to leave you alone in my balcony
I have no excuse except being forced to go to the south
Under the barrage of heavy bombs,
Frightening explosions and thousands of martyrs.
Iโm sorry again to let you encounter the terrible days and nights,
Witness the destruction of my surrounding neighborhood
And let you face thirst for more than a year without a sip of water
But I was there hungry and starving like you
When I came back
I found you still stalwart
Only some scars on your body
As a testimony on the merciless soldiers.
Let me hug you tightly and console you
Because your thorns more delicate
Than the hypocracy of humanity.
โBehind The Scenesโ
In thd middle of the night
When I deeply fell asleep
After a busy day of killing routines
A nightmare appears in my dark sky as a whizzing drone
Enters the universe of my mind
Buzzing for hours like a felonious mosquito
It disperses the words and thoughts
And causes nervous behaviors.
It creates chaos in my internal body
As there was a military coup.
Likewise my heart is rapidly beating
As a homeless running for a safe refuge
But nowhere to hide or escape.
My stomach dances on the slaughter stage
The musicians play on the tunes of my intense nerves.
On the notes of fear, anxiety and terror
And the killers are behind the scenes.
My entire body collapses like an avalanche
Melts from my severe anguish and my eyes tears.
Bio: Ahmed Miqdad (b. 1985) is a Palestinian poet resident of Gaza. He has a B.A.
in English and a Master in Education. Ahmed is the author of three collections
of poetry (Gaza Narrates Poetry (2014), Stolen Lives (2015) and When Hope Is
not Enough (2019)) and a novel Falastin: The Hope of Tomorrow (2018). The
latest poetry collection is The Shadow: Poems for the children of Gaza. Heโs an
awardee of Naji Namaan Literary Prize 2025. He has witnessed over three wars
and severe aggression by Israeli forces on the Palestinian people since the 1980s
with a huge loss of life. He writes and publishes to raise consciousness about
the Palestinian cause.
08.
Poem: โWHEN POETRY CONTEMPLATESโ
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI
From: LEBANON, BRAZIL
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Poetry is not a rhythm leaning on the crutch of rhyme,
Nor a leap into the void
It is the philosophy of the heart
As it contemplates the pulse in the eyes of absence.
It is the question of existence
Woven by language into a pearl of fire,
And a horizon
Where the soul tests its ripeness
In the flames of reflection and burning.
Philosophy walks on the rocks of reason
With feet of doubt,
While poetry touches truth
With fingers of dream and emotion.
Both master the art of demolition,
To build meaning from the ashes of today,
And raise a citadel of questions
In the heart of night,
Where the only answer is a shiver.
The poet is a philosopher
When he pours awe into the river of words,
And the philosopher is a poet
When reason trembles in the hand of reflection.
How narrow the distance
Between the madness of verse
And the wisdom of inquiry,
And how vast the universe becomes
When written
In the ink of poetry
And the silence of philosophy.
Copyright @ TAGHRID BOU MERHI
09.
Poem: โYou Take my Breath Awayโ
Poet: Kristy Raines.
From: The United States of America
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
You have always been able to read my eyes
when my words couldnโt express what was in my heart
The fear of getting hurt was my reason for that
But you could see through me and were patient
When we meet, my heart grows with love for you
I feel a renewed joyโฆ
And by your smile I can tell that you can feel it too
When alone, I feel you with me, watching me
as I spend that time daydreaming of us
I knew I loved you the moment I saw youโฆ
When I think of you, you take my breath away
as if mine were the only breath that could sustain youโฆ
Copyright ยฉ Kristy Raines.
10.
Poem: โAt Largeโ
Poet: Dr Archana Bahadur Zutshi.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Withdrawn from the world in order to be safe.
Desisting from commitment in an orderly game.
No spooling of hitting out or seeking fame.
Love is the only anchor of the soul.
There is no other solution from North to South Pole.
Expansion of your heart is the light
You must follow, it is no trivia or blight.
Duty bound to love an infant, other relations you donโt secure
Help your own well being, without demure.
Indifference, lack of emotional bonding seem to blare,
You wish to be in the arms of deep care.
Come out from the cavity of dreadful isolation,
In the humongous sea of life, let love be the companion.
Maidens declare themselves
Masters of their own destiny
They donโt want to be weighed down by matrimony
Least of all they must in all measures escape
A โlife in shamblesโ, giving slip to motherhood.
Decrying the mention of the โsiblingโ for their only child.
First families became nuclear,
Now no interference of a child it is clear.
In democratic way of life so unfortunate
To be at someoneโs beck and call.
Children without patience, an easily worked up tribe.
In rage they bellow and tumble,
Without a responsibility to handle.
Love is traversing in its Dark Age.
Copyright @ Dr Archana Bahadur Zutshi.
Bio: Dr Archana Bahadur Zutshi is a poet, translator, educator. Her poetry collections are โPoetic Candourโ (2018), โThe Speaking Muse,โ (2019), Careless Verse Whispers (2021, Kindle). Full Throated Stirrings is her fourth book of poetry (2024) Her doctoral research from Lucknow University, India is on the poetry of Philip Larkin and Nissim Ezekiel. She won the prestigious Panorama International Literature Award 2022. She won accolades for her compositions from time to time. She was a poetry judge for On Fire, the Cultural Movement and United by Ink, the English Slam Poetry Competition at festival Indigo, IIT Mumbai. She has contributed to more than twenty anthologies of poetry. Her translated novel (from Hindi to English) โMeerabai the Legend: Her Life and Struggle as a Womanโ is available on Kindle. Indian Journal of Comparative Literature and Translation Studies published her translated poems of Suryakant Nirala. She co-authored โI Am My Fatherโs Daughterโ (memoir, by Miki Chronicles). She contributed to twenty anthologies of verse such as The Kali Project: Invoking the Goddess Within,You Donโt Look Sick. Her poems are published in Born to Dream, Spotlight, the anthologies by Poetry Planet Publishing House. Christmas Anthology, A New Dawn (two poems), Lockdown 2020 (The Poet House, UK);Essence of Woman (a coffee table book) comprise her verses. Culturium featured her on the occasion of Womenโs Day and Poetry Day (March 18, 2019) and included โPoetic Candourโ in their collection. Her two poems find place in โLove & Longingโ, an anthology (Published by Kavya Kumbh, KKPC, 2023 Thompson Press India Ltd). In โConfessionsโ, an anthology (2023), her three poems are published by Our Poetry Archive). She is published by All Poetry,United by Ink, Spillwords, Confluence, Setu, The Bilingual Journal, The Madras Courier, MirrorSpeak, Duatrope Poetry Blog, On Fire Cultural Movement, My Words: A Renaissance, Poetry Planet etc Her detailed scholastic interview appeared in The Poet Magazine (UK), 21st Century Critical Thought Volume 2 (India).The Speaking Muse has been featured in The Asian Extract, a print Magazine. Her online interviews by Hungama news portal and Youth Saga are on YouTube.
11.
Poem: โALL BEHIND THE TELEVISIONโ
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Horror television, error television
remember the shops selling horror sponsored by the television,
the audience goes up if a freelancer with ankylosed neurons
interviews dozens of disaster victims in their cars at night,
and if i were the interviewee, by God, Iโd call in a policeman,
or at the very least, Iโd kick the freelancerโs ass again.
Television of tears, television of addiction,
uses the brand label as a dividing line
between fragments of film, between scraps of programme,
the Romans in Rome based the strength of their obligation on the sponsor,
we attribute to the sponsor the power to make inhumane people decide
to give more value to a typhoon or a massacre of Afghan children.
The television of death, the television of pain,
the studio to be avoided by the faint of heart,
every news story on TV is a terrorist act,
capable of turning Jeffrey Dahmer into Hare Krishna,
the salute to the island of Giglio was an exceptional scoop,
the only fault of the improvised actors was that they couldnโt swim.
Tonight, everyone behind the switched-off televisions:
in fact, by putting yourself in front, you wonโt get anything.
Copyright @ Ivan Pozzoni .
12.
Poem: โCold Snap 2โ
Poet: HyeKyung Ahn.
From: Seoul Korea
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Yesterday, I clung to the window all day
Ghosts of trees wandered the forest
Unknown faces fluttered pastโ
There was the face of a cosmos flower,
the face of a bird without wings,
the face of a dandelion.
I clung to the window all day.
The ghost of the tree devoured the tree.
Hope flew away.
There was no way to catch the hope in flight.
A moth in the darkness scattered like snowflakes.
It was a ghost.
Today, I knocked on the window all day.
I couldnโt open the doorโ
The door was always locked,
I was trapped in a room without a key,
trapped in a room without hope.
Everything was fluttering away.
I couldnโt throw a chair,
couldnโt shatter the glass with it,
couldnโt grab the feet running through the grass,
couldnโt stop the hand that kept pounding on the window.
Copyright @ HyeKyung Ahn.
13.
Poem: โDREAMโ
Poet: Ermanno Spera.
From: Rome (Italy)
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Out with the tractor in the open countryside
Me with my father
Grandfatherโs numbers
Those doors mounted in a house under construction
The inauguration of a clothing store
That big fish caught on a boat in a rough river
With my poet friends inside a car listening to music
A woman who takes my hand
Then drifts off into a wood
That bomb exploding so close to the Tiber embankment
To lose a friend
Teeth moving in my mouth
Beautiful that night of love
Copyright @ Ermanno Spera
Bio:
Ermanno Spera, was born in Rome (Italy) on 11 March 1967, where he lives.
He is a writer, poet and painter.
He has participated in various poetry competitions and his poems have been included in
national and international literary anthologies.
Philosophical concepts, metaphorical expressions and a great lyrical ability are
highlighted in his poems.
He knows how to juxtapose with skilful stylistic ability images and landscapes of the soul
and strong conceptual intuitions.
Ermanno Speraโs poems are a treasure trove of ideas, inventions, hidden adventures
where the poetic and artistic spirit of the author is compressed and expressed.
In his works, the concept of troubled humanity almost always manifests itself even if the
poet tends to hide and mask reality, making it become joyful and peaceful as his soul
thirsting for peace and justice desires.
Sometimes his poetry becomes hermetic and enigmatic. Many metaphors, visions and
how much thought his mind releases which does not rack his brain over memory, but
always tries to pave the way for new paths of the spirit.
He is author of several published books; poetry collections, fairy and short stories.
14.
Poem: DOMESTIC VIOLENCE
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano.
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Shadows creep, darkness falls
A silent scream, a muffled call
Behind closed doors, a world apart
Where love turns to a deadly art
Fists clenched tight, eyes cast down
A fragile soul, a shattered crown
The weight of fear, the sting of pain
A cycle broken, yet still in vain
The echoes of a violent past
Haunt the present, forever to last
The scars run deep, the wounds wonโt heal
A story whispered, a secret to conceal
But still, we rise, we find our voice
We shatter chains, we make some noise
We stand together, united and strong
Against the darkness, where we all belong.
Copyright @ Dominique Erecilla Albano
15.
Poem: โUSHERING IN A NEW DAWNโ
Poet: Ramchandra Rao Nanduri
Hyderabad, India.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Let gloomy night unfold a day bright
A cheerful face turns others day light
Grief be shut in self spread it not
Like a lighthouse be a ray of light;
Ego and envy spur one to spar
Sick in mind despots leave a scar
Misery to many for a fewโs mirth;
Bombed land fills not a bowl of broth;
Humanity requires preserving all life
May history be written on a new leaf
Making a happy world be us allโs brief
Letโs assert that earth is noneโs fief.
Copyright @ Ramchandra Rao Nanduri
16.
Poemโ โHUG MEโ
Poet: TETYANA GLADUN-SHKOLIARENKO
From: UKRAINE.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Hug me, my love,
As hard as you can.
Someone has wounded my heart deeply,
Pressing, do you understand?
I will hug you in return
Tenderly, as it should be.
There was a similarity between us somewhere,
Let memory trace it.
Hug me, my love,
So that I remember.
You are the only one so desired,
Fate stole you.
I will not give you away to anyone,
Neither to the enemy nor to death.
Let life go in circles
In a new cycle.
You will return, I believe,
I cherish hope.
I will not leave you to the beast,
I will scatter prayers.
You will know that I am waiting,
Then you will return home..
I love you more than anything,
I will relieve your fatigue.
April adorns the earth โ
The world will rejoice.
We will punish the wicked,
We will live in peace.
Copyright @ TETYANA GLADUN-SHKOLIARENKO
17.
Poem:Winter II ๅฌII
Poet: Chen Hsiu-chen้ณ็ง็
From: Taiwan
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Winter II ๅฌII
For welcome the snow
the leaves
leave the vacancy of
whole mountain.
๏ผTranslated by Lee Kueiโshien๏ผ
Copyright @ Chen Hsiu-chen้ณ็ง็
18.
Poem: โHOW MUCH LONGERโ
Poet: Antonis filippeos.
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
How far I could go for you,
you will never knowโฆ
How many nights I fell asleep beside you
filling the sheets with tears,
you will never knowโฆ
How much I longed for your glance,
when it filled with flames and truths,
you will never knowโฆ
How many times I was defeated
and erst how many times I was a gainer in the fight of love,
you will never knowโฆ
How many times I drew smiles for you,
when you looked at me with passion
and then you rested in illusions,
you will never knowโฆ
How I filled pictures with thoughts
steeped by your touches, with sacred mysteries
forlorn of my love to you,
you will never knowโฆ
Copyright @ Antonis filippeos.
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19.
Poem: โMARK OF BLEMISH !โ
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
We will flow in the air , cloud and rain
As youโre my rain and Iโm your cloud
If Iโm not yours,I wonโt be anyone elseโs
Know not why the world is jealous of us
Itโs not mark of blemish but kohl of love
An illness in accordance to this world
But the ones in love know it as divinity
The twist of love and life has brought us
Iโm deep darkness and youโre my dawn
A lost traveller, Iโm yours and youโre mine
It may be infatuation if love is one-sided
But ours is love for each other , isnโt it ?
Copyright @ Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.
Bio:
Dr.Prasana Kumar Dalai
(DOB 07/06/1973) is a passionate Indian Author-cum- bilingual poet while a tremendous lecturer of English by profession in the Ganjam district of Odisha.He is an accomplished source of inspiration for young generation of India .His free verse on Romantic and melancholic poems appreciated by everyone. He belongs to a small typical village Nandiagada of Ganjam District,the state of Odisha.After schooling he studied intermediate and Graduated In Kabisurjya Baladev vigyan Mahavidyalaya then M A in English from Berhampur University PhD in language and literature and D.litt from Colombian poetic house from South America.He promotes his specific writings around the world literature and trades with multiple stems that are related to current issues based on his observation and experiences that needs urgent attention.He is an award winning writer who has achieved various laurels from the circle of writing worldwide.His free verse poems not only inspires young readers but also the ready of current time.His poetic symbol is right now inspiring others, some of which are appreciated by laurels of India and across the world. Many of his poems been translated in different Indian languages and got global appreciation. Lots of well wishes for his upcoming writtings and success in future.He is an award winning poet author of many best seller books.Recently he is awarded Rabindra nath Tagore and Gujarat Sahitya Academy for the year 2022 from Motivational Strips . A gold medal from world union of poets France & winner Of Rahim Karims world literary prize 2023.The government of Odisha Higher Education Department appointed him
as a president to Governing body of Padmashree Dr Ghanashyam Mishra Sanskrit Degree College, Kabisurjyanagar.Winner of โ HYPERPOEM โ GUNIESS WORLD RECORD 2023.Recently he was awarded from SABDA literary Festival at Assam.Highest literary honour from Peru contributing world literature 2024.Prestigious Cesar Vellejo award 2024 & Highest literary honour from Peru.Director at Samrat Educational charitable Trust Berhampur, Ganjam Odisha.
Vicedomini of world union of poets Italy.Completed 249 Epistolary poetry with Kristy Raines U SA.
Books of Athorโs
1.Psalm of the Soul. 2.Rise of New Dawn. 3.secret Of Torment. 4.Everything I never told you.5.Vision Of Life National Library Kolkata.6.100 Shadows of Dream.7.Timeless Anguish.
8.Voice of Silence.9.I cross my heart from east to west . Epistolary poetry with Kristy Raines.
20.
Poet: Aminu Femi Jamiu
Poem: โLOVE IN THE AIRโ
From: Nigerian.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Iโm the Sun
The golden yellow flame
Of burning love
And sheโs the Moon
The very eye of heaven
Whose beauty basked
In blooming reflection
Of my very self.
We are two shining stars
Hosting love in the air
In the crescent of my Moon
I bathe in her scent like jasmine
And walked her across the path of light.
Like two doves in love
Day and night we trod the sky
Lapsed above the virgin cloud
Kissed the lips of mountains and hills
And peeped at the wonderful world
Through the branches of giant trees.
When birds sings in their nests
Insects crackles in their holes
And the smell of night
Diffuses across the face of Sea
I wore the greyish attire of nature
At the twinkling of stars
In her fading brilliance
Laying my love to rest.
Yes, my love for the Moon is immortal
Like the love between Heaven and Earth
Just like rain and rainbow
Whose knot was bound
In celestial love of light
And forever entwine like Poem.
Copyright @ Aminu Femi Jamiu.
21.
Poem: โWhat Matters Mostโ
Poet: LJ Bechtel, The Unexpected Poet .
From: Melbourne, FL USA.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
In the quiet rooms where shadows play,
Where lifeโs bright fabrics fray and gray,
There lies a truth, soft-spoken, yet vastโ
What matters most is the present, not past.
When whispered diagnoses cut like knives,
We cling to the throbs of our tender lives.
Itโs the warmth of a hand, loveโs gentle clasp,
The silent conversations in every grasp.
Facing the specter, the end unknown,
Amidst the fear, weโre not alone.
Our partnerโs gaze, a steadfast lighthouse,
Guiding through storms, to peace, we rouse.
Familyโs embrace, the circle unbroken,
Words unneeded, love is the token.
Childrenโs laughter, the purest elixir,
In their eyes, lifeโs portrait is richer.
Our pets, with eyes of the simplest creed,
Offer comfort without the need to plead.
Their silent understanding, a balm for the soul,
In their unjudging presence, weโre whole.
The sunโs caress on a weary cheek,
Golden moments, when words canโt speak.
The beach, where waves hush our deepest fears,
Each tideโs retreat, borrowing our tears.
And the wind, oh the wind with its wandering flight,
Whispers of adventures, of day and night.
It tells us stories of where itโs been,
Carries our prayers, unseen but keen.
So let this be our solace, our heartโs soft hymn,
As we dance with fate on the precipiceโs brim.
For in this ballet of breath and time,
Itโs love, lifeโs essence, that makes the climb.
Copyright @ LJ Bechtel, The Unexpected Poet
22.
Poem: โAGONY OF A POOR MANโ
Poet: Eke Kingsley Chibuike.
From:Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
In streets of despair, where shadows roam,
A poor man walks, with a heavy heartโs home.
His eyes are sunken, his soul is worn,
A life of struggle, his storyโs born.
The wind whispers secrets, of a better life,
But povertyโs grip, is a constant strife.
The manโs stomach growls, like a beast untamed,
As hunger pangs, his body shame.
The rain pours down, like tears from above,
Washing away hope, and filling him with love.
But the love is for his family, his childrenโs smile,
A fatherโs desire, to provide for a while.
The darkness closes in, like a shroud so tight,
The manโs thoughts are consumed, by the darkness of night.
The bed creaks beneath, his weary frame,
As exhaustion claims, his tired brain.
The world outside, is a harsh, cruel place,
Where the poor manโs voice, is a silent, hidden face.
But in his dreams, he sees a better day,
A life of prosperity, where hope finds its way.
The sun rises high, in a new dawnโs light,
The man stirs, and stretches, and begins the fight.
He walks with purpose, through the cityโs streets,
A determination burning, in his heartโs beats.
Copyright @ Eke Kingsley Chibuike.
Bio: Eke Kingsley Chibuike is a rising star in the literary world. Hails from Nigeria. Kingsley weaves words into powerful narratives that captivate audiences. His passion for creative expression shines through in his poetry and plays, offering unique perspectives on life, culture, and the human experience.
23.
Poem: โThe Golden Treasureโ
Poet: Dr Abnish Singh Chauhan
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
May I Know?
Hello, I am your poem,
and you are my poet!
May I ask you something,
my dear poet?
I knowโ
I am neither Nachiketa1
nor Arjuna,2
yet a question
stirs within me:
โwhy did you create me?โ
Will you not answer,
knowing
how deeply
I long to know?
Will you not offer
even a fragment of truth,
or whatever remains
in the wake of post-truth?
I knowโ
to explain,
you must speak,
sending your message
to one who listens.
May I know,
my dear poetโ
why do you refuse
to speak to me?
Am I not worthy
to learn, unlearn, and relearn?
Copyright @ Abnish Singh Chauhan
24.
Poem: โTHE COMPANIONโ
Poet: S.P.Mikherjee.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
The abandoned skeleton of the bench
The remaining corpus of the dead crow,
Beside the bench, nearby the edge
Of the park situated at the center,
Of the mega-city laying carelessly
Just like two idiots and awaiting,
For the third one for a long time
To fulfill the mission impossible.
Not to bypass the struggle of
Real existence to live a fake life,
Through a alternative way safely
Making a shortcut of the journey,
Of a life precious and risky.
After finding myself very close,
When I attempted to sit on the bench
In front the corpus of the unfortunate crow.
Anyway they didnโt underestimate me
Didnโt consider me a idiot like them.
And didnโt imagine me as their
Third companion indeed,
Just denied me silently, rejected me politely-
Sacrificed me for the goodness of me.
And for the greater purpose yet
To be fulfilled, not surrendering to life,
The life just like the dead body
Floating in favour of the direction of water,
But to finish the tough journey successfully-
Like a alive species swimming alone,
Against the high current of water-
To prove the theory โ of evolution,
โStruggle for existence no where-
Survival of the fittest now here.
Copyright @ S.P.Mikherjee.
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25.
Poem: โHUNTERโS ARROWโ
Poet: Williamsji Maveli
From: India
The hunterโs arrow slice into my heart,
A deep sigh, yet no pain,
Only loveโs soft music within.
Fleeting battles pale;
deep desires float, unburdened.
My dreams ablaze with your light,
my poetry our shared path.
We seek not intoxicating verses,
But truth that drinks from devotion,
planting loveโs roots deep.
Then, casual songs silenced,
only our profound melody remains,
the burning language of our united souls.
The hunterโs arrow,
a tender incision,
finds my most guarded heart,
a sigh escapes,
yet no pain pierces
the delicate threads of my verse.
The shot is fired, a deep,
Resonant hum within my very core,
And the soft music of its journey
It is the silent song of our love.
Copyright @ WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
Bio:
Williamsji Maveli is a luminary figure in the literary world, celebrated for his profound insights into poetry and
literature. As a senator member of the World Union of Poets and the founder of AESTHETIC CREATIONS, Indiaโs
most active forum for nurturing traditional Arts, Culture and Literature, he has not only contributed significantly
to the literary landscape but has also provided a platform for aspiring writers to showcase their talents in various
ways and means.
With a multifaceted career spanning as a freelance journalist, web writer, and designer, Williamsji seamlessly
blends his creative pursuits with his professional endeavors. His journey from Kerala to Bangalore and Cochin,
India, and across various international corporations like Emirates Telecommunications Corporation (Etisalat) and
Thurayya Satellite Corporation in Abu Dhabi, U.A.E., reflects a life enriched by diverse experiences.
26.
Poem: โDancerโ
Poet: Nikola Mrdak
From: Montenegro
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
With light steps in the rhythm of music
You conquer the space in a passionate dance
With fiery movements.
Enchanted by your beauty,
Even the wine does not rest in the glass.
Like magic, you draw every gaze,
Spinning like a top.
Light falls and plays upon you,
Soul and body in the same rhythm,
Burning together in the fire of passion.
Tonight, life is magic and play,
A whole new world.
You lift your arms, let all things spin,
Now dance, oh dance, let night begin.
And never let it end again.
Copyright @ Nikola Mrdak
27.
Poem: โLove has its way of overcoming you.โ
Poet: John Adnan Karajoli
From:Greece. Athens.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Light, bright sun and holy alabaster
And traces, of prestige, here and there
Monitor pedestrian movement
Thoughts and thoughts roam our minds
While wandering the narrow roads of the Acropolis
Blooming roses smile at us, here and there,
Its fragrance and its wonderful colors
A charming area that tells us
Legends and novels about the
Ancient Greek beauty culture.
Copyright @ John Adnan Karajoli
28.
Poem: โto us from everywhereโ
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island, Canada .
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
poems here make us connect
to everywhere from far away to lands unseen to me
our words are interpreted to each language people can read an Idea
from me to you
even though I will never know who you are you donโt know who is me
these words could be kept inside our heads through eternity
If this is so I want you to know Iโm glad to follow along with you Iโm glad to have you by my side
till Iโm not here no more I only mean words so true filled with pleasant thoughts of you
and I make two
is company
Copyright @ Mary Garde.(mkap)
29.
Poem:โLoose conductโ
Poet:Aravindan (RAAJI)
From: Tamil nadu โ india
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Loose conduct in electrical gives shock
Loose conduct in behavioural also shock
Loose conduct reflects out of fuse
Indicates proper working refuse
Prevails not only in circuit
Prevails but also in professions
Reveals leakage of quality
Sets values as faulty
Loose conduct in geometrical progression
Useful conduct in arithmetical progression
Copyright @ Aravindan.S.S.
30.
Poem: โThe Truth, affects Realityโ
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath.
Place : India near Kolkata.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
An image, a reflection!
A reflection, is an image,
Caters, a view changed.
From, shadow to reality,
Differs completely from purity.
Mind may seek, thee, to give
The whole world, keep for ME,
How far that is true to one
Who is an image from his, own self He or She!
Reality, doth win the fact, not, The TRUTH,
Character is nothing, mixed with acid and Brut.
For him to lose, everything as simple
To catch bubble in spume,
As air vanishes, remains asume.
I am a character shadow, results in
No,
Question!
Come by answer in itself as fume
Copyright@ Prabir Kumar Rath.
32.
Poem: โTHERE IS NO PERFECTIONโ
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
No one of us is perfect,
But we have a God, who can us protect!
We had on poetry a reall master,
Who was inspiration for us and as a star
On albanianโ s heaven,
Dritero Agolli, who speaks us nowedays even. God saves him and gives him peace,
So as in Albania and neighborhood, Greace!
He has known the mentality
And on his letters brought so much reality!
Copyright @ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
31.
Poem:โMounted on an antโ
Poet: Moammar Al-Sufyani
From Yemen ๐พ๐ช
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
As long as you have a
roof supported by
bridges of trustโฆ
The earth beneath you will
cease its spinning.
Donโt be like the tea
thread that chokes itself,
bleeding into the morning cup.
Open your windowโs wings to
a new, bountiful worldโฆ
Like migrating birds
that build their nests
on the horizon amidst the winds
โฆ Thus, poetry ordains
riding the myths, even
atop an ant clad in
spectral garb..
. Copyright @ Moammar Al-Sufyani.
33.
Poem: Peace,
Poet: Priyanka Neogi
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Happiness, joy, peace are all about the life of life,
May be surrounded by quiet light cold touch,
The smell of peace, the control of peace.
Emergency emotional soft feeling for peace,
The image of joy keeps in the wake of,
The feeling of the water of the river awakens,
Cold stage is in his mind.
The mind keeps cool, peace is it.
The mind is cold, the peace is prevailing.
Peace โkeeps the mind coolโ, the head is cold.
To, to say, to be in behavior, to control, by restriction,
The stream of brightness remains.
Peace is in the corner of the mind, in the middle of nature, in the rhythm of joy,
Feeling calm with the wind.
The thought in the thoughtless thinking is overwhelmed.
In the sky the mind is mixed with the color of the air,
The paddy tree associates the wind with the sun.
The concentration of the deeda floats in the skyโs lanterns,
The ability of all to swim in the lining of peace.
Copyright @ Priyanka Neogi
34.
Poem: โI donโt stopโ
Poet: Principal Mohammad Ali Khan Chowdhury Manik
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Even though the storm is,
Though thunder, but
Even when trembling under the ground โ
Iโm not chasing!
When the fire came to burn me,
I smile,
Because I know-
Phoenix awakens from ash!
That way
Thatโs my highway .
.. I walk on the bloody leg,
Donโt cry
Lift the sky in two hands,
The mountain shook with my shouting!
I was not bowed tomorrow,
I will not be today โฆ
Iโm back!
Become smoke in the fire,
More shedding,
Further
More adamant !
Copyright @ Principal Mohammad Ali Khan Chowdhury Manik
Bio: Principal Mohammad Ali Khan Chowdhury (Manik) is a poet, writer, TV personality, and educator known for his voice against injustice and his commitment to social change. Born in Cumilla in 1967, he is the sixth child of the late Akbar Ali Khan Chowdhury and Afia Khatun Chowdhury. He holds degrees in Geography and Environment from the University of Dhaka and an MPhil from the Bangabandhu and Liberation War Research Institute. A lifelong advocate of the Liberation War spirit, he has led Rover Scouting across Bangladesh, India, and Nepal. His frequent television appearances and writings reflect his strong moral voice and literary depth. In recognition of his work, he has received over a hundred national and international honors, including the Mother Language Day Honor (2022) and Human Rights Conference Award (2025). His acclaimed research book โSheikh Hasina: Struggle and Devotionโ and cross-border poetry collections have earned him wide recognition across South Asia.
35.
Poem: โPoetic Rebelโ
Poet:Christen Foster
From: Boston Massachusetts USA
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
They told me words belong in boxes
Neatly aligned, properly spaced
But my syllables refuse containment
They spill across margins, break the page
My voiceโa storm brewing beneath the skies
Each word a lightning bolt striking truth
When I speak, conventions tremble
Rhyme schemes shatter under the weight of my truth
I am the sentence that runs on forever
The metaphor that shouldnโt make sense, but does
The question mark where there should be a period
The whisper that somehow drowns out the noise
I donโt perform poetryโI breathe it
Let it seep through concrete cracks in forgotten streets
Where language is still raw, still dangerous
Still capable of starting revolutions
They say, โFollow the masters, learn the rulesโ
I say the masters were rebels first
Before their rebellion became tradition
Before their fire became curriculum
My stanzas donโt march in formation
They dance wildly to rhythms only I hear
Drumbeats pulsing from ancestorsโ hands
Futures not yet written but already calling
I break lines
where they shouldnโt break
Create pauses where you must
inhale the silence
Because sometimes
the space between words
Speaks louder than the words themselves
Copyright @ Christen Foster
36.
Poem: โI am nothingโฆ I am YOUโ
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta .
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Knowing the truthโฆ
I am here and yet
I am nowhere
How does it matter
I donโt care anymore
Who says what
Who understands me
Who hates or hurts me
Who loves me or betrays me
I liberate myself
from my biggest need
of being loved
of being understood
I do not belong to this world
Oblivious of all
visible and tangible
I seek my truth
going through the grills of life
gradually I know myself
I rise from my ashes
I become fearless
In my own universe
I am in
a perpetual cosmic dance
so intimate, so encompassing
I am so full of Him
I am one with Him
I amโฆ Truth
Once you lose fear
of losing love
and losing life
and all you have meticulously accumulated all through your existence on this earth
name ,fame , friends and foe all of it.
You have only yourself
and then you value yourself that is knowing the bare truth then you suddenly understand Kabir in totality.
You burn all bridges
and go beyond all rituals
all religion
and meet Him.
Ishq, true love happens then. You are nothing
you are a fakir.
From nothing you becomeโฆ You are your beloved
you merge in Him.
You become light
you dissolve into nothing
and you become infinite.
From form to formlessโฆ
such a long journey
but worth your life.
I paint, I weave I become
one with Him
and I am no more.
Copyright @ Sangeeta Gupta .
37.
Poem: โArt of Emotionโ
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma.
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
The art is the recovery of heart wound.
It is the precious gift of life.
The life is the green art.
Love hates me enough.
It substitutes another to heal his passion and dream of good family.
So art heals me alone in my lonely place.
It heals and builds my historical identity.
Love kills my gene and plants from other side.
Art heals my history and my lone identity.
Art of my emotion is eternal.
Love is hater to me.
Love is absence from womb.
It goes early in tomb.
Art revives me again.
Art revives me to rise alone without enemiesโ name.
Art makes me lively even from tomb.
Copyright @ Til Kumari Sharma.
38.
Poem: โLonelinessโ
Poet: Soma Mukherjee
From: India. ๐ฎ๐ณ
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
That feeling which creeps in,
Lonely and being loneliness creeps your being,
Then you shudder and then grin,
It makes you stronger within.
You learn to survive,
You learn to swim the tide,
You learnt to trust in the universe,
Enjoy your moments and converse,
You write or you paint,
You kind of become stronger in the game.
When people comment or snide,
You tell them you never needed them to make you smile,
In your loneliness you become your best freind,
And stronger in self love and walk your lane.
And universe guides,
A spiritual path shines.
A mind which thinks better,
And a life which is stronger.
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee
39.
Poem: โWoman Near the Riverโ
Poet: Mandira Ghosh.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Diverged distant dreams
Shattered dreams
Of life and beyond life
Deaths seemed were easy on them
Dreams those now are non-existent.
beneath yellow sand of the riverbank
Breaking sand, one could see
Fossilized bodies of frozen women
Bodies earlier drenched in red.
By men
Their men
Our men
Your men
My men.
Copyright @ Mandira Ghosh
40.
Poem: โColours of Monthโ
Poet: Dr. Debabrata Maji
Country: India
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
What a joy!
In the air and sky,
October handshake
Came in our door.
Itโs blink of an eye
Narrates the nature
Blooming weather
Calling out of door.
Flower are spreading
Beatify the earth
A droplet of water
Blinking fall on sun.
The entire nature
Just like laughing
The birds are playing
Singing as Melody.
Copyright @ Dr. Debabrata Maji.
41.
Poem: โBLACK SKIRTโ
Poet: Duลกka Kontiฤ
From: Montenegro
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
A wound to your sleeping conscience
Its senseless, heavy silence
Hung on sharp nails on the wallโ
A painful truth has veiled the end.
A fallen tale lost in despair
Cast into a well of darkness
A fleeing fear brought to a halt
Stuck in the gorge of solitude.
Sofka wanders through hopelessness
A black skirt flutters through the ashes
Washes her hands, tears off her bangles
Half-drunken eyes, a hearth gone cold.
Deceit has ruled through fear
Koลกtana played her final game
An exhausted shadow embraced her hem
Gone blind in her final dream.
In the ashes, lost eyes glimmer
Wine is poured, the chalice of deceit boils
The craftier ones took their toll and triumphed
Buried dreams scream in despair.
Copyright @ Duลกka Kontiฤ
42.
Poem: โThe Wheat in Central Plains is Ripeโ
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
The wheat in Central Plains is ripe, short and with yellowish stalks
in every field stand lonely graves
each grave clings to a small green tree
like desperate children, fearing to be uprooted by howling winds
beneath, ancestors like wheat bran cling to fragile roots, swaying
The wheat in Central Plains is ripe, parched this year
next yearโs hope is dim; peopleโs faces share the same sallow hue
Yellow dust rises from the northern loess plateau
blocked by the Qinling Mountains in the south, it lingers in the sky
forming clouds, sparse raindrops of muddy yellow fall
repainting the wind chimes on the eaves of Big and Small Wild Goose Pagodas
On the horizon, a team of wheat harvestersโ shadow puppets, thin as paper
dragged by the horizon, they drift away, vanishing without a trace
The wheat in Central Plains is ripe, at night
someone always stands long in the field with a lantern
crushing an ear of wheat in reddened palms
tasting the aroma of lean, hard grains and yellow earth
then, leaning against ancestral graves
counting stars as sparse as hope in the sky
Written on the train from Luoyang to Shangqiu, May 22, 2025
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo.
43.
Poem: โAt twilight โ
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
At twilight, you came into my life like a cloud,
all around was darkness,
I wanted to light the light.
You took the last light of my life and left it.
At noon, thick darkness enveloped me,
since then there has been no light in my life,
life is like the darkness of the new moon.
Today, there is no hope or hope in life.
Copyright @ Md. Sohel Dukhai
44.
Poem: โTo Him is the Returnโ
Poet: S M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Allah is my Lord, and in Him I find my silence.
He is the unseen shelter behind every trembling breath.
When the world turns loud, He whispers peace into my heart.
I am dust, I am echo, I am nothing without Him.
Mountains rise and crumble, oceans swell and retreatโ
but He remains, forever Majestic, beyond timeโs decay.
My prayers may falter, my hands may tremble,
yet He knows the longing before my lips can form it.
He watches over me when sleep takes my soul.
He hears the tears I never dared to shed aloud.
Every loss I bear is weighed by His mercy.
Every joy I hold is a gift I never earned.
I walk through valleys of doubt,
but His light follows like dawn chasing shadow.
He is not farโHe is nearer than my own veins.
Even in sin, He waits not with wrath but with forgiveness.
To Him belongs all beginning, all endings,
and Iโfragile, fleetingโI belong to Him.
The world lures me, forgets me, fails meโ
but He never forgets, never fails.
My soul is but a traveler with dust on its feet.
This life is a road, not a home.
I came from Him, wrapped in His breathโ
and to Him, I will return, unclothed but known.
He is the Judge, the Witness, the Friend.
He is the Mercy that covers my shame.
He is the Answer before the question forms.
Allah is my Lord, and to Him is the return of all.
Copyright @ S M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
45.
Poem: โThe lonely palm treeโ
Poet: Jayasiri Perera
From: Sri Lanka
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
My dear comrade
The lonely sky.
Iโm standstill
By the weeping shore.
No herringbones over
The golden sand
Mid rib feathers are
Casting downwards
About to drop.
No fruit or nuts
Husks are dried.
It may burnt up
Even without a flame.
Some of my colleagues
From the far end
Calling me with
An air smile
Through a lush green.
.. Waving upwards
To the blue sky.
My barks and the stem
Goes wryly
As the
โHunch Back of Notre Dame โ
When would be that
Grievous eve reach
To washout my
Ramshackle stem
And inundate in the
Golden sands of
The lovely shore beneath.
Copyright @ Jayasiri Perera
46.
Poem: โTRUE FRESHNESSโ
Poet: Irena Jovanoviฤ.
From: Zajeฤar, Serbia
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Deepening azure blueness
embroidering every wave
with white, foamy, mild, and harsh hugs
bubbling, roaming, roaring, splashing, rushing, expressing
and hurling into the broad ocean
like small shell collecting sand miniature crystals
producing poetic pearls, dressed in smooth silky roundness
recalling true freshness, multiplied,
inside and outside
showered by the inner attitude of distant profoundness
enriched by the mildest melted volumes
of Your love, Lord, of true freshness
of the waves of merciful gratitude
explored extensively in my vast dreams
and yearnings colored with lโazure waters
in aquarelles of eternally blissful bluishness
of brush strokes of my simple heart
soothed by the true freshness of Your miracles
overwhelmed by the touch of Your grandeur
bathed by aquamarine and turquoise and lapis
just washed away to distant horizons
reaching the point
of true freshness
infinite journey
of eternity and love
Copyright @ Irena Jovanoviฤ.
47.
Poem: โA WORLD FULL OF FRIENDSโ
Poet: Edna Salona-Labrador
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
A World Full Of Friends
How different our earth will be
When each is a friend,not an enemy
People dwelling in peace and unity
Old and young alike are secured and happy.
โ No man is an islandโ is a common adage
Itโs true when one is alone,he will not survive
One needs a companion or else he will be sad
Life is meaningful with many friends around.
Copyright @Edna Salona- Labrador
48.
Poem: โThe seeds of ash become himโ
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
white stars wander in his hair, whispering in his ear
songs to raise the horse with a green spur, we
watch it galloping in snow hooves. The edge of the turf
wavy like the snow fringe of the white waves,
if we are in water, there is no breeze, only the refracted
light inside the pink curve of a shell, found beneath
the fathoms; we reach down and cradle it in our arms.
Copyright @ Helen Pletts.
49.
Poet : Auaduma A Adookorn
Poem: โ A Quarrelโ
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
embroidery
of the tongue
plait spider web
with ribbons of words
prune wool grass
with autumn
fingers of despisal
spread
wool in the air
spew charcoal fire
ember
smoulder
glow and flare,
set the sky ablaze
thunder beat drums of war;
stars run helter-skelter
dance
crocodile dance
moon
and the sun take refuge
in the cloud
confusion rent wand
conduct
a choir of gossipers;
stars distance themselves
moon
and the sun collide
fall
fall
do not rise!
Copyright @ Auaduma A Adookorn
Bio: Auaduma A Adookorn, an unpublished Nigerian poet, was born in Norkwiri Boue Ogoni of the Niger Delta. He backed out of school on the death of his mother, barely two years in high school. He started to write poetry in his late teen but stopped due to discouragement and persistent ill health. He resumed in 2020. His poems has been published in international magazines and anthologies. A poet at allpoetry and guest poet at European poetry. He is self employed and married.
50.
Poem: My Country, My World
Poet: Dr. Vicente A.Valdez Jr.
From: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
My country is my pride, my world
I will deal with high respect and accord
In these lands, I work and eat
I owe so much for my fate.
I am lucky enough to have these two countries
Where I built the courage to face uncertainties
From one country to another
I built my family and grew wiser.
From a third-world country, I became a professional
From humble beginnings, success is maximal
At a young age, I dreamt of an American dream
To have a greener pasture, pursue the flow of the stream.
Migration did happen after working in the Middle East
Landed as an immigrant to Canada from the Far East
All the benefits were granted with the fulfillment
I studied, worked, and earned the fruit of retirement.
With the country that I chose to live
A country that is safe and progressive
I have no regrets about spending my time traveling
These two countries are worth vacationing.
Copyright @ Dr. Vicente A.Valdez Jr.
51.
Poem: โSUCH A SAD ENDโ
Poet: FLOCERPIDA S.VILLARUEL.
From: PHILIPPINES
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
SUCH A SAD END
Her heart cries out for justice true
For all the pain sheโve been through
The love they kept for many years
Why was it lost and brought her tears?
At first, they shared such happy days
They laughed and smiled in so many ways
They always missed each other so
Their love was sweet and seemed to grow.
But not all days are bright and kind
For changes come and hearts unwind
He found a girl so young and fair She left her lost in deep despair.
She stayed so quiet and cried inside
She didnโt know the reason why
He grew so cold, he said no word No reason given, none was heard.
She turned so thin, became so weak No smile was left upon het cheek
Her eyes stared off, so far away No life in her was left to stay.
The new pair laughed, they felt no pain
They left her with tears and rain They forgot all the days they had in
Their love was new, they just felt glad.
Copyright @ FLOCERPIDA S.VILLARUEL
52.
Poem: โA sign of Dignitary Un signe de dignitaireโ
Poet: Tajalla Qureshi
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Among the galaxies,
thereโs a sign of his dignitary
Under the ocean,
above the motion, he revives the signatory
Sheens and shines,
he mumbles for more in mine
Mirths and March,
he communes the holy and divine
More with the vibes
of heart-to-heart for alive
The story relishes the swellon eyes,
when he in blinks
Blinks like a springy butterfly,
fluttering like a flick
She enlaces through
the fusion of two hymns
Hymns of Heightness,
hymns of lightness
Swirle and entwine
the heavenly ties
Defeat the beautiful bubbles of lies
He then reflection,
Reflection of protective side
Sides they collectively collide,
with the holy find
Believe the blow,
they muttered the mob
The season of spring
revives the slipping slot
When the weather pearl
In a winning bliss knot
He, the roseโs fragrance,
she, the divine balance
Glowing, blowing and flowing over the gaze
Ignite the aura of ignition
and submission of the blaze
When the moon look into the eyes,
universe smiles
Smiles with the sweet sensations of miles
Yah! The zealot zeal the zenith
When the dimensions delicate
the heavenly and heightened months
Round all the splendors of phlegmatic
Loop the austere Amor in phonetics
Copyright @ Tajalla Qureshi
53.
Poem: What Can I Say?
Poet:Emmanuel Adegbite
From: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
What can I say,
When words themselves bow in your presence?
How do I begin to name the wonder that you are?
You are the rare eagle among women
Bold, graceful, untamed.
The kind of woman whose footsteps
Carry the silence of queens
And the pride of royalty.
You are the daughter who dines like royalty,
Who eats not crumbs but kingsโ portions.
My beautiful one,
My graceful light,
The face the sun watches with envy.
You are the one I carry in my heart with pride
The one I speak of when silence cannot hold my love.
You are laughter in human form,
Joy wrapped in elegance,
The music that plays in the quiet of my soul.
My gold, my treasure,
The sweet fruit that ripens in season,
My clear water when I thirst,
My strength when I am faint.
You revive me like the morning sun,
You soothe me like oil on weary skin.
You are my sacred fire,
My gentle flame,
My warmth in the cold world.
You are the fragrance that fills the air
Long after youโve walked away.
You are silk to my skin,
Spice to my soul,
The soft spender of my riches
And I give it all with joy.
You are unlike any other,
Set apart like a whispered secret,
Holy, rare, and deeply mine.
You are the eyes through which I see my future,
The voice that quiets every storm in me.
You are peace,
You are poetry,
You are everything I never knew I needed
Until I found you.
So I ask againโฆ
What can I say?
Except this:
I see you.
I choose you.
I love you.
Forever.
Copyright @Emmanuel Adegbite
54.
Poem: โThoughts from the heart poured out โ
Poet: Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: Luton UK ๐ฌ๐ง
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Todayโs Passivity of Man
He observes very carefully
People who pass each other
By not paying attention to the
Attention to each other at all
Not even seeing each other
Iโm wondering
What people think about
What so much
They are attracted to
For blue screens
Held in the hand
Sitting in a wheelchair
Observing the human world
I donโt know what to say about it
To think at all
People are always on the run
I close my eyes
I see a dark
A wide road
And the crowd unconsciously and passively
Going in one direction
Staring at the phone screens
Walking blindly ahead
I look and I see the end of the road
It ended with an abyss
Walking crowd
He falls into this abyss
And disappears into the darkness
Her abyss
The worst thing is that
That the end of the crowd is not in sight
Walks on one big river
I look at it with horror
I quickly open my eyes
I think deeply
What can be done about it
I have no idea
How from this trap
To snatch people away
In which we ourselves
They let themselves be drawn in
Younger and younger
Adults give
Technological innovations
Enslaving people from an early age
How to tear them away
From this unawareness
That makes people
Helpless fools
Suddenly, in the crowd
A Luminous Being Appears
She comes up to me
I look around
Though sheโs surrounded by a harsh glow
No one but me
He does not see her
She smiles sadly at me
She raised her hand, pointing to her heart
Involuntarily tears flowed down my eyes
From eyes to cheeks
Then with the other hand
It showed me my index finger
She nodded
And just as it appeared
Thatโs how she disappeared
I understood the message
To change the world of people
You have to start with yourself
From your heart
Then your transformation
Will be noticed
By another person
And so slowly
Man by man
A great change will begin
That will give freedom and humanity
All of humanity
However, as long as
Each of us will not change
Alone deep in my heart
This is the whole of humanity
Itself
At your own request
He will irretrievably condemn himself
To self-destruction
I am left with hope
Which I hold on to
Like a drowning lifebuoy
Iโm slowly driving away in my wheelchair
Disappearing in the big crowd
Human rushing thoughtlessness
Copyright @ Dr. Tomasz Laczek
58.
Poem: โOne-word Garmentsโ
Poet: Dr. Dimitris P. Kraniotis
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Waves of circumflexes
Storms of adverbs
Windmills of verbs
Shells of signs of ellipsis
On the island of poems
Of soul
Of mind
Of thought
One-word garments
You wear
To endure!
Copyright @ Dr. Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Short Bio: Dr. Dimitris P. Kraniotis was born in Larissa Prefecture in Greece and grew up in Stomio (Larissa). He studied Medicine at the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. He lives in Larissa (Greece) and works as a medical doctor (internist). He is the author of 11 poetry books. He has won many international awards for his poetry which has been translated into 36 languages. He is Doctor of Literature, Academician, President of the 22nd World Congress of Poets (UPLI), President of the World Poets Society (WPS), Director of the Mediterranean Poetry Festival (Larissa, Greece) and Chairman of the Writers for Peace Committee of PEN Greece
55.
Poem: โHuman Heart โ
Poet: Kapardeli Eftichia
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
A sweet song
the roses of
love permeates
shining in the sun
like a candle lit
unborn stars
and when the light
touch them
the seed generates
Ah! The heart of man
similar in the mind
Earliest who always remembers
always longs
With good rain
and strong wind
in a sweet kiss
fingertip myrrh
dripping expensive
And when the water
stone slips
The software part of a
insignificant life
perishing in
mind and heart
Copyright @ Kapardeli Eftichia
56.
Poem: โLabor Painโ
Poet: Rey Supranes.
From: Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
Oh the pain, I was told.
โtwas painstakingly unbearable.
It must have been part of the curse
As descendants of Eve.
Most must have wondered,
What sins have been committed to bear
the unbearable; to be sculpted as a vehicle
Of the cracking of dawn.
A loud scream is expected to rock,
A breath-taking hard push smoothens,
Tears welling in the eyes hope to open
The very narrow pathway.
Finally, the bell tolls.
So loud to awaken
The numb senses.
The joy it brings is worth the pain,
For a new life is given.
Copyright @ Rey Supranes.
57.
Poem: โThe letter form for the emotions of the mindโ
Poet: Tatanahalli B Shekhar.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
The silent feelings of the hidden flow
Express with joy Expressed happiness
From the abstract to the tangible
What is the peace of the mind?
Different emotions, different looks.
Knowledge and experience are lessons Pain, joy, affection, victory.
Many are embedded in the mind.
To expess needs a medium
It needs to be shared through
laughter and tears
It needs to be a song, a dance, a drama It needs to be held in words, transcending emotions
It needs to meet the hearts.
Everything needs to be one.
All the pleasures and pains of life
become pleasures
Righteousness and unrighteousness
become statues o
Knowledge becomes goods,
light for help
Letters become lamps for the brave.
Copyright @ Tatanahalli B Shekhar.
59.
Poem : โDistanceโ
Poet: Prof. dr amb. Jรณzef Tomoล
From: Poland
Primelore Published Date: 03, June,Tuesday,2025.
In this tear flowing
from the depths of the soul as if
nostalgically
in the glances
of the eyes of separation
a silent echo
. on this evening as if
pensively
gazing at the cloud
of the soul that flows
fleetingly in half-mourning
. like a heart rocked
in the wind .
Copyright @ Prof. dr amb. Jรณzef Tomoล
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