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01.
Poem: “I RISE AS FREE”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
stand in the shadow
a nation finds its flame
stand through the sorrow
I speak a freedom name
say softly to the buried cry
and feel the ancient chains begin to die
march in the struggle
hearts burning, unafraid
march through the rubble
where hidden vows were made
tell ourselves the dawn is ours to claim
and see the living rise through ash and flame
sing in the daylight
new winds across the sea
sing with the birthright
of those who must be free
forever the soul defends the soul
freedom lives as freedom makes us whole
02.
Poem: “I SEARCH FOR THEM”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER.
From: Türkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
How gladly did I rise each day,
On springtime mornings bright and gay;
With drops of dew and flowers fair,
Soft whispers drifting through the air.
I’d stand and gaze a little while,
At bees at work with patient style;
I envied how they roamed so free,
To gather honey endlessly.
I did not know time’s cruel art,
Nor why a sorrow filled my heart;
Unknowing tears I often shed,
For days ahead I could not read.
No toys adorned my childhood years,
But fields and barns and rustic chores;
I knew the cow, the sheep, the land,
Held sickles in my fragile hand.
The dark alone would bring me fear,
With thunder’s voice and lightning near;
Yet hide-and-seek brought pure delight,
My happiest game from morn till night.
Oh how I loved each flower and wing,
Each butterfly and bird in spring…
But now they’ve drifted far away,
Like fading dreams that cannot stay.
Now memories are all I keep:
Those joyful dawns, so pure, so deep;
The colored birds of red and blue,
Whose songs I mimicked as they flew.
The bread I shared with those I knew,
The roads I walked, the dreams I grew…
I miss them all, both near and far—
Lost in the years that left a scar.
And in these years so cold, so grim,
With all my heart, I search for them.
Mustafa Naci ÖZER
03.
Poem: “Wonderful Lady”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine
From: Bangladesh
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
We are very happy ,because we are Women.
Our time is going happily, because we are mother.
New world can smile with our caring hands.
Doing good work for world, because we can give birth child.
Earth is feeling worm, because we can smile in any situation.
Rapidly can make a plan for any situation in our life.
For making friendship in the world, we raise our hands easily.
Until you not smile, we can search what’s the reason of your unhappy face.
Loving our family, Loving whole world.
Afroza Jesmine
04.
Poem: “Golden bridges”
Poet: Eva Lianou Petropoulou.
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
I find you
Because you were hurted
I cherish you
As i felt your pain
I love you and
I cover your wounds
With silver
So u will shine
U will shine
U will never broke again
I will create a bridge for all the hurted person
I will build golden pillars
Nobody will hurt again children or women
As the diamonds
They will shine
We will Rise
And we will re born in a future peaceful world..
©Eva Petropoulou
05.
Poem: “SECRETS OF METAPHYSICS”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
In the deepest depths,
where there is neither place nor time,
metaphysics ripples like gentle waves
hiding behind it the secrets of the universe.
It is the mystery that envelops existence,
and perhaps it is the eternal question no one answers.
Are we thoughts dwelling within the body,
or bodies trying to understand thoughts?
What is the truth of the shadow that follows us?
Are we part of this universe,
or is the universe a part of us?
Questions with no resolution,
yet we seek them between the letters of silence.
Metaphysics is what tempts
the mind to go beyond its own limits,
to search within the infinite for what it sees without seeing,
to reach with its hands toward unknown shores,
to dive into the sea of meaning in an attempt to grasp the unknown.
But can a human truly perceive what lies beyond existence?
Or will truth remain distant,
like a lost planet in a galaxy our eyes
cannot behold?
TAGHRID BOU MERHI
06.
Poem: “When You Cry”
Poet: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
From: China
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
You come from the ancient Dongba scriptures
You come from the soul of the world’s only living hieroglyphs
You come from the eternal smile of the founding ancestors
You come from the heavenly sound of the Dongba priests’ conch
You carry the auspicious light of primordial chaos
The primal force that divided heaven and earth
The cosmic whispers beyond the sky
The blessings of gods and protection of all ancestors
In the name of UNESCO Memory of the World
I pray for the community with a shared future for mankind
With timeless wisdom and universal love
Bring eternal peace and blessings to the world
With peace as the lotus, with love as the dew
Sow the seeds of harmony on this blue planet
The high heavens shine with stars
Today the starlight is brightest
The earth is covered with green grass
Today the grass is freshest
The sun rises to the left of the Sacred Mountain
Today the sun warms most gently
The moon rises to the right of the Sacred Mountain
Tonight the moon shines most brightly
On this day
when sun is good, moon is good, stars are good
year is good, month is good, day is good
and every hour is blessed
May stars shine bright above, earth grow green below, trees stand tall and full
May all be auspicious, all wishes come true
May the world be peaceful, filled with joy and health
May all people live long lives, blessed with endless grace
Bio: Lan Xin is a world-renowned cultural figure, an internationally renowned writer of high-dimensional wisdom, poet and translator of China, winner of multiple international literary awards and outstanding international contribution honors, Ambassador of Great Love and Peace, the only female inheritor of UNESCO Memory of the World Dongba Culture, Dean of Dongba Culture Academy and Lanxin Samei Academy. © Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
07.
Poem: “How many songs loneliness carries.”
poet: Jelena Jovanović Jov
From: Serbia.Aranđelovac .
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Whiteness hides sadness and decline.
With a child’s look
I discovered clarity.
Like a bird, I saw the plain
Like a man, I saw paradise.
That view of the poet
Complete with foreboding.
Do I exist or am I misery?
A view of Paradise hides the road to hell.
It hides the proximity of the Divine Hand.
Which guides me and gives me birth again.
In the eternal game of angels.
I just exclaimed,
I exist
I exist.
And I saw paradise.
Jelena Jovanović Jov
08.
Poem: “Abusive Words:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Normal people who don’t know about writing abuse poets.
They criticize without truth.
The distance of artist and common people is due to ignorance.
Poets are very often busy in writing.
Other people think useless to us.
Art is the golden statue of family.
But few family members see it as only useless thing.
So. mentally disturbance is there from home to other friends circle who do not know art.
Art is close mate where we can see our talent.
So, it is very difficult to live among people of common category.
Many people in society think that we are not doing works and we spend time uselessly.
They don’t know value of art. Only they critisize to enslave us.
© Til Kumari Sharma
09.
Poem: “FLOWERS OF THE SPRING”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania. Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
At last we have a reall hope,
To have a reall peace in Europ:
So many flowers are comming,
We can enjoy the Spring.
It’ s the best afair
With so many flowers and fresh air!
Not any more so much smog and fog…
That can bring us only lovly God.
Nobody likes crazy wors,
The actions hapens of sincere words!
God bless you and all peace lovers ,
He knows all the future descovers!
Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
10.
Poem: “Love of the Star Realm”
Poet: Wan Yilong
From: China
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Three thousand years ago, I was the God King
who ruled the Milky Way in the cosmic vault
You were the Queen, held in my palm
beloved above all in the divine realm
A cataclysm that tore heaven and earth asunder
snapped us apart from our eternal union Since then, I have descended to the mortal world
chasing the tether of my soul
only to keep a vow
that traverses time and space, unchanging through eons
—My dearest
within this vow lies my obsession
to reclaim you, even beyond life and death
When you lose your way
on nights dark as spilled ink
fireflies bear faint light to pave your homeward path
it that burns out its warmth and radiance
ever hovering before you to lead the way
—It must be me!
When you open your eyes
as morning light spills over the window lattice
birds outside chirp merrily to rouse the dawn
it that sings the longest
its notes circling your windowsill again and again
—It must be me!
When you gallop across the grassland
stretching green to the horizon
wind lifts your robes, a white horse treads on morning dew
it that is gentle as your shadow
refusing to slacken the reins even when exhausted
—It must be me!
When you are a peerless beauty
a fleeting marvel in the mortal realm
thousands of admirers throng your threshold
he that is willing to lay down all for you
not yielding even if facing the whole world
—He must be me!
When you are the noble Goddess
seated in the cosmic temple
rosy glow spills over your skirt as you pray
butterflies are drawn to your divinity
it that breaks through the air currents
to brush gently against your lips
—It must be me!
When you are the compassionate Bodhisattva
standing atop the snow-capped peaks
prayers for world peace spin with the prayer wheels
the Golden-Winged Great Peng skims the clouds
it that hovers above your head
shielding you from wind and rain with its wings
—It must be me!
When heaven and earth crumble
floods devour the mortal world
the primal cataclysm sweeps away all life
he that falls from the divine realm
holding up the divine stone with his body
to keep you safe and whole
—He must be me!
When someone recklessly breaks through the Nine Heavens
tramping on thorns, passing trial after trial
only to hold your hand
as a mortal on the heavenly red carpet
he that dares all this
—He must be me!
When you were the exalted Queen
of the Qionglong Silver City
on the pilgrimage path around Mount Kailash
he that is dusted with grime
afflicted by illness yet steadfast in gaze
who sets out only to find you
—He must be me!
When you are the revered Dharma Protector
on the summit of the Himalayas
centuries of Sanskrit chants echo through the valleys
he whose voice pierces the clouds
every word steeped in longing
—He must be me!
Across three lifetimes, through all manifestations
in the cosmic chaos, the searing years
have searched every face beneath the sky
only to hold your hand and return to the Milky Way
Henceforth, dawn to dusk, year after year
will guard you, safe and sound, always
—I will always be me!
Bio: Wan Yilong (Aming Gaotu)
High-Dimensional Wisdom Mentor / High-Dimensional Spiritual Poet / Inheritor of Dongba Culture / Master of Traditional Chinese Culture / Great Master of World Multiculturalism / Donor and Founder, Dean of Yulong Wenbi Dongba Culture Academy / Dean of Aming Gaotu High-Dimensional Wisdom Academy / Philanthropist
Wan Yilong (Aming Gaotu)
11.
Poem: “THESE DAYS OF APRIL”
Poet: Kujtim R Hajdari.
From: Albania.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
April waited for you in petaled fire,
A harp of rain that tunes the air;
Each bud blooms you, a green desire,
Sun braids and shines your blonde hair.
The lanes scent the odor of lilac wine,
Where bees write lyrics in gold;
Your laughter turns to sap and vine,
And warms my soul from winter’s cold.
The rivers wear a silver gown,
From your sweet voice, blooms lea,
I’m lost, slipping softly down,
In your heart, which intoxicates me.
The clouds are lambs in meadows blue,
Grazing on light and wandering free;
Your eyes are April breaking through,
They bring me back, open all in me.
Kujtim R Hajdari
12.
Poem: “Dance in the Rain”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic.
From: Serbia/Canada.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Water flows over my chest.
In the dance in the rain,
I imagine we are together.
My lips are damp, whispering verses.
I am not bitter; the water fills me up.
Living water. The rain touches me.
I smile.
Because love and poetry are the same.
In the rain, you will be on my chest.
Then I will only whisper: let it not stop.
Let the rain not stop.
My lips will touch your damp cheeks
with the warmth and breath of life from my body.
With breath and sigh, I breathe and sigh.
The night is deep.
Those sounds when the rain falls
can reincarnate everything anew.
Renew everything.
Create new life.
Water as the primal element of everything,
existence, life.
In my eyes, there is light and I hear magic sounds
that can break the sky.
Only tonight.
Tanja Ajtic.
13.
Poem: “Your eyes”
Poet: Nadya Raykova.
From:Bulgaria, Plovdiv
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Your eyes
Of an angel,
They open the heavens.
With your lashes
you scatter all the dark clouds
over the world.
Holy Love is beaming
from your irises.
It is refracting.
In my heart.
And spreads across Earth
To tell that you exist.
That you are here
and from today, until my last living cell
My name is
Hope
14.
Poem: “The Compass Rose”
Poet: Bertha Galan
From: Bolivia.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Roses float on the ocean
They sing melodies of silence,
Its petals travel at night
under the flowery moon of the sea.
Masterful star of ancient sap
you graze the glow of the maternal star,
New water reveals its secrets…
Vibrate in the soul, immortal jewel!
The elegant compass rose
Its compass spins aimlessly,
Where does wandering destiny blow?
To what port is my heart sailing?
North is memory, South is desire
This is the wound, West is peace,
Roses, wise promises…
They bloom without fear, without looking back.
The sea carries them away and time sings
The moon blesses them as they pass by,
the compass rose…
It holds secrets, towards the divine
to be reborn!!
Bertha Galan
15.
Poem: “True Friend”
Poet: Aziza Jorayeva
From: Uzbekistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
I have a friend, so I have no sorrow in this world,
I walk through life with my heart always wide.
He helps me whenever my tasks are difficult,
May health always be your companion, my friend.
He never speaks behind my back with deceit,
He tells me my flaws honestly, face to face.
When bad days come, he is always by my side,
When troubles press in — he remains loyal.
16.
Poem: “only shadows”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
there are only shadows
of how it it used to be
only visions from the past
diluded from the
vibrant way
I used to
see them
colours now are faded spaces in between remembering
tell me that even though the visions seem
so real
I am only receiving part of what I felt
characters I knew some have moved to the
other side
even they have faded
in my mind
even though I said
I would remember them
till the end of time
I have problems remembering where I was
when I’m in the other room
Mary Garde
17.
Poem: “WITH THE POWER OF LOVE”
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti.
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Open your ears and hear your fears.
Your fears is a sharp sword
With Which you ought to light and direct your inner war.
Stay in balanced in the Avalanche.!…
Look my eyes
how their cries melting the ice
with the power of love!
My tears have been converted in a rushing river.
In its silver waters, the aliveness supporters
are swimming and dreaming…
They are dreaming and Cleenning their wounds
in the reflected of α good mood
staying balanced in the lilies blooming!
They are dreaming of becoming bees
searching nectar on love’s bay trees!
Open your heart and don’t harm.
Send your holly love with in ment’s leafs
refreshing your breath on your love’s lips!
Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
18.
Poem: “I love you”
Poet: Ahmed Al-Sheikh
From: Pakistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
I love you…
Because you are a woman who resembles a map of hope,
Guiding the lost along the paths of action.
I love you…
Because you are a melody that flows to the rhythm of your hands.
And because I…
I love entangling myself in you,
I invest my words in courting you,
Like a lavish advertisement…
For an unknown poet.
And I write of you as if I were discovering the world for the first time,
And I hide amongst your letters… as if you were my last refuge,
And I believe — without proof — that my heart chose you… and did not err.
Ahmed Al-Sheikh
19.
Poem: “TOGETHER AND IN PEACE”
Poet: Bernardete Cavalcanti
From: Brasil.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Instead of war, Humanity should look at education!
It brings Peace and Unity, an old motivation!
Imagine a youth orchestra playing a sound that spreads far
A lullaby for the famous Twinkle star !
In unison, this sound merges.
In the heavens the stars are grouped together as the moon emerges
Alongside them, in harmony and communion
Several exceptionally gifted scientists are listed in union!
Their equations are exposed!
The music and the children playing are also exposed
They brought a new ideal every day
Everything comes together in such a surreal way!
© ® Bernardete Cavalcanti.
20.
Poem: “This text is dedicated to the sick and disabled. “
Poet:Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: Luton UK 🪽
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
This text is dedicated to the sick and disabled.
The lonely thoughts of the sick man
I write about the sick
I hear the whisper of their scream
They don’t have much joy
But with the strength of their hearts they endure
Some will fall, others will not give up
Having one way to fight
Various sufferings have
Sometimes falling into madness
Praying for an angel
Who will be able to help with this
Some, knowing the seriousness of faith
They have a spiritual advantage
Sometimes thoughts plague the mind
That they are not good for anything
As suffering intensifies
In death, the wings of departure contemplate
Sick person who is infirm
Although he desperately needs help
He won’t ask for it
With the strength of the spirit he fights with his heart raises
Sometimes having enough pain
Considering myself to be the ballast of the house
The wrath of the interior bears them
He tears them to shreds
Where to look
Whose hearts to knock on
Although they live in a family
Sometimes in solitude they are ruins
Closing in on myself
Struggling with thoughts
Escaping to my world
To break out of it without giving in
So slowly fading
Distancing even from ourselves
Yes without family love
They leave in the silence of solitude
Author’s letter:
From my own experience.
The sick and disabled are treated with pity or are judged by the healthy,
and all we need is understanding.
© Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
21.
Poem: “Mid Summer Daydream”
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
The noon sun melts upon a golden field,
Where time forgets the urgency of hours.
A hush of wind through restless leaves is sealed
In drifting scents of unseen summer flowers.
I lie between the sky and whispering earth,
Half lost in light, half woven into air,
As distant laughter gives a dream its birth
And shadows dance like secrets everywhere.
The world dissolves in warmth and drowsy gleam,
Reality slips softly out of sight—
And I become a fragment of a dream,
Floating through the endless noon of light.
Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
22.
Poem: “The Space That Remains Behind Us”
Poet: Xhuli Spahiu.
From: Kosovo 🇽🇰
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
There are days
when silence weighs more than words,
and thoughts walk barefoot
across memories not yet faded.
We are only passing travelers
on a map without borders,
gathering fragments of light
from moments that do not know how to last.
Once, we believed
time was a straight river,
but it taught us instead
to lose ourselves in its bends
and still rediscover who we are
in unfamiliar reflections.
I have seen you
at the edge of an unspoken dream,
where language falls silent
and feeling breathes on its own.
Perhaps we are no longer
who we were when we began this road,
yet in every step we lose
we carry a piece of our truth.
And when everything fades
like a light at the end of a long corridor,
what remains
is not our voice,
but the echo
of all we never dared to say.
Xhuli Spahiu
23.
Poem: “BLOOMS OF VERSES”
Poet: Parvinder Nagi.
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Poetry blooms where silence aches,
Yet stirs the heart till reason shakes,
It pulls the mind to distant skies,
And blurs the line ‘tween truth and lies,
It softens wounds yet makes them sting,
Each fragile word a sharpened wing,
It traps the soul in gentle chains,
And feeds on joy as well as pains,
It steals your sleep with whispered rhyme,
And bends your sense of space and time,
It paints the dark in colors bright,
Then dims the day, exalts the night,
It makes you feel too much, too deep,
Turns quiet thoughts too loud to keep,
A healing art, a haunting plea
The sweetest side effect …to be.
Parvinder Nagi
24.
Poem: “PEACE OUR WEAPONS”
Poet: Daniel Omar.
From: Malawi.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Peace our first and last weapon,
A home that protects our life tone
Into silence resolve, we speak as one,
Holding softly hard, until the true day is gone.
Our kindness fight with disagreement for the right love to shine
We all struggle in the darkness of the rin
Peace our weapon to fine
Peace unite us and separate us from death pine
Inside peace there is not sin
From the soil to the sky only peace reigns
Our are supportive bleeding down stairs
This is a cure for Untreatable diseases
Where there is peace, there is heaven on earth
And all us we can breath
Let’s it reigns inside our brains and wash our hearts
With open hearts, and minds so free,
We welcome peace, in you and me.
A world united, hand in hand,
Together we’ll stand in a peaceful land.
In peaceful silence, we find our voice,
A gentle whisper, a heartfelt choice.
To listen deeply, and understand,
The beauty of peace, in this troubled land.
Peace is the fire, that burns so bright,
Guiding us forward, through the dark of night.
A beacon of hope, that shines so bold,
Illuminating paths, to a peaceful fold.
May peace be our guiding light,
That shines through darkness, and endless night.
May it fill our hearts, and souls so true,
And guide us forward, to a peaceful pursuit.
Daniel Omar.
25.
Poem : “Peace is no Compromise”
Poet :Prabir Kumar Rath
From: India near Kolkata
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
One word expression,
Has a relief, erases tension.
Fear goes vanish, heart relishs
Head, automatically, is held high
Mind rests, stresses bid goodbye.
Eyes open, can see everything solemn,
Body becomes a serene place
Soul feels like, a solemn base.
But, these all will be baseless
Dear O’ human, unless thee set
Thy work flawless, being careful, to make room for others
A must goal, of yours, is to
Make the whole world a peaceful place.
Peace-Promise, let it be an objective.
It should be thy BASE..
26.
Poem: Reflections on Being Ill
Poet: Yongbo Ma.
From: China.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
How much rot must one endure
to lie here in such vast spring breezes
lying in a earthy world lower than the southern foot of Purple Gold Mountain
The immortality of words is, after all, no more than an unavoidable abstraction
from the lowliest things, ascending toward heights
toward that equally black mountain peak
gathering light upon the slender, reddening branches
Flowers bloom like bustling starry skies
Here, perhaps, there still exists something
adequate to resist the tenderness of chemistry
passing through the empty, frosty corridors of the hospital late at night
to bring wakefulness and rebirth
through profound decay
Endocrine Ward, Zhongshan Hospital
27.
Poem: “In My Heart, a Mosque”
Poet: Muammar Alsufyani
From: Yemen 🇾🇪.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
They asked me about paradise,
I said:
Bliss.
They asked me about hell…
I said:
My heart.
In my inner self, a mosque calls to the truth..
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
And You are the prayer
within it .
Muammar Alsufyani.
28.
Poem: “Let Me Not Dream About War”
Poet: F. Shelton Gonkerwon
From: Liberia, West Africa
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
I hate to hear anything about war
I hate any news concerning war
I hate to hear the thing called war
I hate to smell the mess called war
I hate to think about the shit called war
I hate to envision the devil called war
I hate to lay eye on the killer called war
I hate the ground on which war stands
I just hate the destroyer called war!!
Let me not think about the mess called war!!
War is too bad; it once killed my dear dad
War is very bad; it once spoiled my notepad
War is very bad; it once made us to sit sad
War is very bad; under it no man is ever glad
War is bad; it’s a hub for dangerous monsters
War is bad; it hates to see any crowing rooster
War is bad; it’s a hub for merciless gangsters
War is bad; it creates gallows for crucification
War is bad; it promises no man a redemption
War is too bad; it’s a platform for humiliation
I hate the mess by the name war!!
War once massively killed of our village cows
War once forcefully caused us to painfully vow
War is often associated with droves evil arrows
War is associated with atmosphere of sorrow
War promises no man a prosperous tomorrow
War comes with pains; it makes no man to gain
War comes with pains; it’s grossly led by sins
Let me not dream about the mess called war!
29.
Poem: “Spring’s Awakening_”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines 🇵🇭
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
As winter’s chill begins to fade,
Spring’s warmth awakens from its shade,
The earth revives, and new life starts,
With every bloom, a hopeful heart.
The air is filled with sweet perfume,
As petals unfurl, and scents resume,
Morning dew glistens on the grass,
A refreshing sight, a peaceful pass.
In spring’s renewal, hope takes flight,
A season of growth, a new delight.
© ® Dominique Erecilla Albano
30.
poem: “OLD AGE”
Poet: Maja Milojković
From: Serbia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Fatigue binds my eyelids and tightens my eyes,
so they do not see your dear face.
Hands have weakened from tireless work,
so clumsiness has taken over in them.
Unable to serve with honor
and to earn their peace.
From the long path of life,
legs have begun to give out
and to create problems for the body,
and to inflict pain in the soul of my being.
My dear old age, you come to me from behind,
go, I beg you, away.
I know that you come for what is yours
and I know that this body is yours.
Do not torment my soul, which does not belong to you,
let it go, to let the light pass its rays
and to allow the heart a rest.
Oh, my dear old age,
must you come to me right now.
Know that it drives a knife into my heart.
Oh, old age, my dear old age.
01.
Poem: “I RISE AS FREE”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
stand in the shadow
a nation finds its flame
stand through the sorrow
I speak a freedom name
say softly to the buried cry
and feel the ancient chains begin to die
march in the struggle
hearts burning, unafraid
march through the rubble
where hidden vows were made
tell ourselves the dawn is ours to claim
and see the living rise through ash and flame
sing in the daylight
new winds across the sea
sing with the birthright
of those who must be free
forever the soul defends the soul
freedom lives as freedom makes us whole
02.
Poem: “I SEARCH FOR THEM”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER.
From: Türkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
How gladly did I rise each day,
On springtime mornings bright and gay;
With drops of dew and flowers fair,
Soft whispers drifting through the air.
I’d stand and gaze a little while,
At bees at work with patient style;
I envied how they roamed so free,
To gather honey endlessly.
I did not know time’s cruel art,
Nor why a sorrow filled my heart;
Unknowing tears I often shed,
For days ahead I could not read.
No toys adorned my childhood years,
But fields and barns and rustic chores;
I knew the cow, the sheep, the land,
Held sickles in my fragile hand.
The dark alone would bring me fear,
With thunder’s voice and lightning near;
Yet hide-and-seek brought pure delight,
My happiest game from morn till night.
Oh how I loved each flower and wing,
Each butterfly and bird in spring…
But now they’ve drifted far away,
Like fading dreams that cannot stay.
Now memories are all I keep:
Those joyful dawns, so pure, so deep;
The colored birds of red and blue,
Whose songs I mimicked as they flew.
The bread I shared with those I knew,
The roads I walked, the dreams I grew…
I miss them all, both near and far—
Lost in the years that left a scar.
And in these years so cold, so grim,
With all my heart, I search for them.
Mustafa Naci ÖZER
03.
Poem: “Wonderful Lady”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine
From: Bangladesh
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
We are very happy ,because we are Women.
Our time is going happily, because we are mother.
New world can smile with our caring hands.
Doing good work for world, because we can give birth child.
Earth is feeling worm, because we can smile in any situation.
Rapidly can make a plan for any situation in our life.
For making friendship in the world, we raise our hands easily.
Until you not smile, we can search what’s the reason of your unhappy face.
Loving our family, Loving whole world.
Afroza Jesmine
04.
Poem: “Golden bridges”
Poet: Eva Lianou Petropoulou.
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
I find you
Because you were hurted
I cherish you
As i felt your pain
I love you and
I cover your wounds
With silver
So u will shine
U will shine
U will never broke again
I will create a bridge for all the hurted person
I will build golden pillars
Nobody will hurt again children or women
As the diamonds
They will shine
We will Rise
And we will re born in a future peaceful world..
©Eva Petropoulou
05.
Poem: “SECRETS OF METAPHYSICS”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
In the deepest depths,
where there is neither place nor time,
metaphysics ripples like gentle waves
hiding behind it the secrets of the universe.
It is the mystery that envelops existence,
and perhaps it is the eternal question no one answers.
Are we thoughts dwelling within the body,
or bodies trying to understand thoughts?
What is the truth of the shadow that follows us?
Are we part of this universe,
or is the universe a part of us?
Questions with no resolution,
yet we seek them between the letters of silence.
Metaphysics is what tempts
the mind to go beyond its own limits,
to search within the infinite for what it sees without seeing,
to reach with its hands toward unknown shores,
to dive into the sea of meaning in an attempt to grasp the unknown.
But can a human truly perceive what lies beyond existence?
Or will truth remain distant,
like a lost planet in a galaxy our eyes
cannot behold?
TAGHRID BOU MERHI
06.
Poem: “When You Cry”
Poet: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
From: China
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
You come from the ancient Dongba scriptures
You come from the soul of the world’s only living hieroglyphs
You come from the eternal smile of the founding ancestors
You come from the heavenly sound of the Dongba priests’ conch
You carry the auspicious light of primordial chaos
The primal force that divided heaven and earth
The cosmic whispers beyond the sky
The blessings of gods and protection of all ancestors
In the name of UNESCO Memory of the World
I pray for the community with a shared future for mankind
With timeless wisdom and universal love
Bring eternal peace and blessings to the world
With peace as the lotus, with love as the dew
Sow the seeds of harmony on this blue planet
The high heavens shine with stars
Today the starlight is brightest
The earth is covered with green grass
Today the grass is freshest
The sun rises to the left of the Sacred Mountain
Today the sun warms most gently
The moon rises to the right of the Sacred Mountain
Tonight the moon shines most brightly
On this day
when sun is good, moon is good, stars are good
year is good, month is good, day is good
and every hour is blessed
May stars shine bright above, earth grow green below, trees stand tall and full
May all be auspicious, all wishes come true
May the world be peaceful, filled with joy and health
May all people live long lives, blessed with endless grace
Bio: Lan Xin is a world-renowned cultural figure, an internationally renowned writer of high-dimensional wisdom, poet and translator of China, winner of multiple international literary awards and outstanding international contribution honors, Ambassador of Great Love and Peace, the only female inheritor of UNESCO Memory of the World Dongba Culture, Dean of Dongba Culture Academy and Lanxin Samei Academy. © Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
07.
Poem: “How many songs loneliness carries.”
poet: Jelena Jovanović Jov
From: Serbia.Aranđelovac .
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Whiteness hides sadness and decline.
With a child’s look
I discovered clarity.
Like a bird, I saw the plain
Like a man, I saw paradise.
That view of the poet
Complete with foreboding.
Do I exist or am I misery?
A view of Paradise hides the road to hell.
It hides the proximity of the Divine Hand.
Which guides me and gives me birth again.
In the eternal game of angels.
I just exclaimed,
I exist
I exist.
And I saw paradise.
Jelena Jovanović Jov
08.
Poem: “Abusive Words:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Normal people who don’t know about writing abuse poets.
They criticize without truth.
The distance of artist and common people is due to ignorance.
Poets are very often busy in writing.
Other people think useless to us.
Art is the golden statue of family.
But few family members see it as only useless thing.
So. mentally disturbance is there from home to other friends circle who do not know art.
Art is close mate where we can see our talent.
So, it is very difficult to live among people of common category.
Many people in society think that we are not doing works and we spend time uselessly.
They don’t know value of art. Only they critisize to enslave us.
© Til Kumari Sharma
09.
Poem: “FLOWERS OF THE SPRING”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania. Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
At last we have a reall hope,
To have a reall peace in Europ:
So many flowers are comming,
We can enjoy the Spring.
It’ s the best afair
With so many flowers and fresh air!
Not any more so much smog and fog…
That can bring us only lovly God.
Nobody likes crazy wors,
The actions hapens of sincere words!
God bless you and all peace lovers ,
He knows all the future descovers!
Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
10.
Poem: “Love of the Star Realm”
Poet: Wan Yilong
From: China
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Three thousand years ago, I was the God King
who ruled the Milky Way in the cosmic vault
You were the Queen, held in my palm
beloved above all in the divine realm
A cataclysm that tore heaven and earth asunder
snapped us apart from our eternal union Since then, I have descended to the mortal world
chasing the tether of my soul
only to keep a vow
that traverses time and space, unchanging through eons
—My dearest
within this vow lies my obsession
to reclaim you, even beyond life and death
When you lose your way
on nights dark as spilled ink
fireflies bear faint light to pave your homeward path
it that burns out its warmth and radiance
ever hovering before you to lead the way
—It must be me!
When you open your eyes
as morning light spills over the window lattice
birds outside chirp merrily to rouse the dawn
it that sings the longest
its notes circling your windowsill again and again
—It must be me!
When you gallop across the grassland
stretching green to the horizon
wind lifts your robes, a white horse treads on morning dew
it that is gentle as your shadow
refusing to slacken the reins even when exhausted
—It must be me!
When you are a peerless beauty
a fleeting marvel in the mortal realm
thousands of admirers throng your threshold
he that is willing to lay down all for you
not yielding even if facing the whole world
—He must be me!
When you are the noble Goddess
seated in the cosmic temple
rosy glow spills over your skirt as you pray
butterflies are drawn to your divinity
it that breaks through the air currents
to brush gently against your lips
—It must be me!
When you are the compassionate Bodhisattva
standing atop the snow-capped peaks
prayers for world peace spin with the prayer wheels
the Golden-Winged Great Peng skims the clouds
it that hovers above your head
shielding you from wind and rain with its wings
—It must be me!
When heaven and earth crumble
floods devour the mortal world
the primal cataclysm sweeps away all life
he that falls from the divine realm
holding up the divine stone with his body
to keep you safe and whole
—He must be me!
When someone recklessly breaks through the Nine Heavens
tramping on thorns, passing trial after trial
only to hold your hand
as a mortal on the heavenly red carpet
he that dares all this
—He must be me!
When you were the exalted Queen
of the Qionglong Silver City
on the pilgrimage path around Mount Kailash
he that is dusted with grime
afflicted by illness yet steadfast in gaze
who sets out only to find you
—He must be me!
When you are the revered Dharma Protector
on the summit of the Himalayas
centuries of Sanskrit chants echo through the valleys
he whose voice pierces the clouds
every word steeped in longing
—He must be me!
Across three lifetimes, through all manifestations
in the cosmic chaos, the searing years
have searched every face beneath the sky
only to hold your hand and return to the Milky Way
Henceforth, dawn to dusk, year after year
will guard you, safe and sound, always
—I will always be me!
Bio: Wan Yilong (Aming Gaotu)
High-Dimensional Wisdom Mentor / High-Dimensional Spiritual Poet / Inheritor of Dongba Culture / Master of Traditional Chinese Culture / Great Master of World Multiculturalism / Donor and Founder, Dean of Yulong Wenbi Dongba Culture Academy / Dean of Aming Gaotu High-Dimensional Wisdom Academy / Philanthropist
Wan Yilong (Aming Gaotu)
11.
Poem: “THESE DAYS OF APRIL”
Poet: Kujtim R Hajdari.
From: Albania.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
April waited for you in petaled fire,
A harp of rain that tunes the air;
Each bud blooms you, a green desire,
Sun braids and shines your blonde hair.
The lanes scent the odor of lilac wine,
Where bees write lyrics in gold;
Your laughter turns to sap and vine,
And warms my soul from winter’s cold.
The rivers wear a silver gown,
From your sweet voice, blooms lea,
I’m lost, slipping softly down,
In your heart, which intoxicates me.
The clouds are lambs in meadows blue,
Grazing on light and wandering free;
Your eyes are April breaking through,
They bring me back, open all in me.
Kujtim R Hajdari
12.
Poem: “Dance in the Rain”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic.
From: Serbia/Canada.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Water flows over my chest.
In the dance in the rain,
I imagine we are together.
My lips are damp, whispering verses.
I am not bitter; the water fills me up.
Living water. The rain touches me.
I smile.
Because love and poetry are the same.
In the rain, you will be on my chest.
Then I will only whisper: let it not stop.
Let the rain not stop.
My lips will touch your damp cheeks
with the warmth and breath of life from my body.
With breath and sigh, I breathe and sigh.
The night is deep.
Those sounds when the rain falls
can reincarnate everything anew.
Renew everything.
Create new life.
Water as the primal element of everything,
existence, life.
In my eyes, there is light and I hear magic sounds
that can break the sky.
Only tonight.
Tanja Ajtic.
13.
Poem: “Your eyes”
Poet: Nadya Raykova.
From:Bulgaria, Plovdiv
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Your eyes
Of an angel,
They open the heavens.
With your lashes
you scatter all the dark clouds
over the world.
Holy Love is beaming
from your irises.
It is refracting.
In my heart.
And spreads across Earth
To tell that you exist.
That you are here
and from today, until my last living cell
My name is
Hope
14.
Poem: “The Compass Rose”
Poet: Bertha Galan
From: Bolivia.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Roses float on the ocean
They sing melodies of silence,
Its petals travel at night
under the flowery moon of the sea.
Masterful star of ancient sap
you graze the glow of the maternal star,
New water reveals its secrets…
Vibrate in the soul, immortal jewel!
The elegant compass rose
Its compass spins aimlessly,
Where does wandering destiny blow?
To what port is my heart sailing?
North is memory, South is desire
This is the wound, West is peace,
Roses, wise promises…
They bloom without fear, without looking back.
The sea carries them away and time sings
The moon blesses them as they pass by,
the compass rose…
It holds secrets, towards the divine
to be reborn!!
Bertha Galan
15.
Poem: “True Friend”
Poet: Aziza Jorayeva
From: Uzbekistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
I have a friend, so I have no sorrow in this world,
I walk through life with my heart always wide.
He helps me whenever my tasks are difficult,
May health always be your companion, my friend.
He never speaks behind my back with deceit,
He tells me my flaws honestly, face to face.
When bad days come, he is always by my side,
When troubles press in — he remains loyal.
16.
Poem: “only shadows”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
there are only shadows
of how it it used to be
only visions from the past
diluded from the
vibrant way
I used to
see them
colours now are faded spaces in between remembering
tell me that even though the visions seem
so real
I am only receiving part of what I felt
characters I knew some have moved to the
other side
even they have faded
in my mind
even though I said
I would remember them
till the end of time
I have problems remembering where I was
when I’m in the other room
Mary Garde
17.
Poem: “WITH THE POWER OF LOVE”
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti.
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Open your ears and hear your fears.
Your fears is a sharp sword
With Which you ought to light and direct your inner war.
Stay in balanced in the Avalanche.!…
Look my eyes
how their cries melting the ice
with the power of love!
My tears have been converted in a rushing river.
In its silver waters, the aliveness supporters
are swimming and dreaming…
They are dreaming and Cleenning their wounds
in the reflected of α good mood
staying balanced in the lilies blooming!
They are dreaming of becoming bees
searching nectar on love’s bay trees!
Open your heart and don’t harm.
Send your holly love with in ment’s leafs
refreshing your breath on your love’s lips!
Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
18.
Poem: “I love you”
Poet: Ahmed Al-Sheikh
From: Pakistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
I love you…
Because you are a woman who resembles a map of hope,
Guiding the lost along the paths of action.
I love you…
Because you are a melody that flows to the rhythm of your hands.
And because I…
I love entangling myself in you,
I invest my words in courting you,
Like a lavish advertisement…
For an unknown poet.
And I write of you as if I were discovering the world for the first time,
And I hide amongst your letters… as if you were my last refuge,
And I believe — without proof — that my heart chose you… and did not err.
Ahmed Al-Sheikh
19.
Poem: “TOGETHER AND IN PEACE”
Poet: Bernardete Cavalcanti
From: Brasil.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Instead of war, Humanity should look at education!
It brings Peace and Unity, an old motivation!
Imagine a youth orchestra playing a sound that spreads far
A lullaby for the famous Twinkle star !
In unison, this sound merges.
In the heavens the stars are grouped together as the moon emerges
Alongside them, in harmony and communion
Several exceptionally gifted scientists are listed in union!
Their equations are exposed!
The music and the children playing are also exposed
They brought a new ideal every day
Everything comes together in such a surreal way!
© ® Bernardete Cavalcanti.
20.
Poem: “This text is dedicated to the sick and disabled. “
Poet:Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: Luton UK 🪽
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
This text is dedicated to the sick and disabled.
The lonely thoughts of the sick man
I write about the sick
I hear the whisper of their scream
They don’t have much joy
But with the strength of their hearts they endure
Some will fall, others will not give up
Having one way to fight
Various sufferings have
Sometimes falling into madness
Praying for an angel
Who will be able to help with this
Some, knowing the seriousness of faith
They have a spiritual advantage
Sometimes thoughts plague the mind
That they are not good for anything
As suffering intensifies
In death, the wings of departure contemplate
Sick person who is infirm
Although he desperately needs help
He won’t ask for it
With the strength of the spirit he fights with his heart raises
Sometimes having enough pain
Considering myself to be the ballast of the house
The wrath of the interior bears them
He tears them to shreds
Where to look
Whose hearts to knock on
Although they live in a family
Sometimes in solitude they are ruins
Closing in on myself
Struggling with thoughts
Escaping to my world
To break out of it without giving in
So slowly fading
Distancing even from ourselves
Yes without family love
They leave in the silence of solitude
Author’s letter:
From my own experience.
The sick and disabled are treated with pity or are judged by the healthy,
and all we need is understanding.
© Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
21.
Poem: “Mid Summer Daydream”
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
The noon sun melts upon a golden field,
Where time forgets the urgency of hours.
A hush of wind through restless leaves is sealed
In drifting scents of unseen summer flowers.
I lie between the sky and whispering earth,
Half lost in light, half woven into air,
As distant laughter gives a dream its birth
And shadows dance like secrets everywhere.
The world dissolves in warmth and drowsy gleam,
Reality slips softly out of sight—
And I become a fragment of a dream,
Floating through the endless noon of light.
Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
22.
Poem: “The Space That Remains Behind Us”
Poet: Xhuli Spahiu.
From: Kosovo 🇽🇰
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
There are days
when silence weighs more than words,
and thoughts walk barefoot
across memories not yet faded.
We are only passing travelers
on a map without borders,
gathering fragments of light
from moments that do not know how to last.
Once, we believed
time was a straight river,
but it taught us instead
to lose ourselves in its bends
and still rediscover who we are
in unfamiliar reflections.
I have seen you
at the edge of an unspoken dream,
where language falls silent
and feeling breathes on its own.
Perhaps we are no longer
who we were when we began this road,
yet in every step we lose
we carry a piece of our truth.
And when everything fades
like a light at the end of a long corridor,
what remains
is not our voice,
but the echo
of all we never dared to say.
Xhuli Spahiu
23.
Poem: “BLOOMS OF VERSES”
Poet: Parvinder Nagi.
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Poetry blooms where silence aches,
Yet stirs the heart till reason shakes,
It pulls the mind to distant skies,
And blurs the line ‘tween truth and lies,
It softens wounds yet makes them sting,
Each fragile word a sharpened wing,
It traps the soul in gentle chains,
And feeds on joy as well as pains,
It steals your sleep with whispered rhyme,
And bends your sense of space and time,
It paints the dark in colors bright,
Then dims the day, exalts the night,
It makes you feel too much, too deep,
Turns quiet thoughts too loud to keep,
A healing art, a haunting plea
The sweetest side effect …to be.
Parvinder Nagi
24.
Poem: “PEACE OUR WEAPONS”
Poet: Daniel Omar.
From: Malawi.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Peace our first and last weapon,
A home that protects our life tone
Into silence resolve, we speak as one,
Holding softly hard, until the true day is gone.
Our kindness fight with disagreement for the right love to shine
We all struggle in the darkness of the rin
Peace our weapon to fine
Peace unite us and separate us from death pine
Inside peace there is not sin
From the soil to the sky only peace reigns
Our are supportive bleeding down stairs
This is a cure for Untreatable diseases
Where there is peace, there is heaven on earth
And all us we can breath
Let’s it reigns inside our brains and wash our hearts
With open hearts, and minds so free,
We welcome peace, in you and me.
A world united, hand in hand,
Together we’ll stand in a peaceful land.
In peaceful silence, we find our voice,
A gentle whisper, a heartfelt choice.
To listen deeply, and understand,
The beauty of peace, in this troubled land.
Peace is the fire, that burns so bright,
Guiding us forward, through the dark of night.
A beacon of hope, that shines so bold,
Illuminating paths, to a peaceful fold.
May peace be our guiding light,
That shines through darkness, and endless night.
May it fill our hearts, and souls so true,
And guide us forward, to a peaceful pursuit.
Daniel Omar.
25.
Poem : “Peace is no Compromise”
Poet :Prabir Kumar Rath
From: India near Kolkata
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
One word expression,
Has a relief, erases tension.
Fear goes vanish, heart relishs
Head, automatically, is held high
Mind rests, stresses bid goodbye.
Eyes open, can see everything solemn,
Body becomes a serene place
Soul feels like, a solemn base.
But, these all will be baseless
Dear O’ human, unless thee set
Thy work flawless, being careful, to make room for others
A must goal, of yours, is to
Make the whole world a peaceful place.
Peace-Promise, let it be an objective.
It should be thy BASE..
26.
Poem: Reflections on Being Ill
Poet: Yongbo Ma.
From: China.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
How much rot must one endure
to lie here in such vast spring breezes
lying in a earthy world lower than the southern foot of Purple Gold Mountain
The immortality of words is, after all, no more than an unavoidable abstraction
from the lowliest things, ascending toward heights
toward that equally black mountain peak
gathering light upon the slender, reddening branches
Flowers bloom like bustling starry skies
Here, perhaps, there still exists something
adequate to resist the tenderness of chemistry
passing through the empty, frosty corridors of the hospital late at night
to bring wakefulness and rebirth
through profound decay
Endocrine Ward, Zhongshan Hospital
27.
Poem: “In My Heart, a Mosque”
Poet: Muammar Alsufyani
From: Yemen 🇾🇪.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
They asked me about paradise,
I said:
Bliss.
They asked me about hell…
I said:
My heart.
In my inner self, a mosque calls to the truth..
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
And You are the prayer
within it .
Muammar Alsufyani.
28.
Poem: “Let Me Not Dream About War”
Poet: F. Shelton Gonkerwon
From: Liberia, West Africa
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
I hate to hear anything about war
I hate any news concerning war
I hate to hear the thing called war
I hate to smell the mess called war
I hate to think about the shit called war
I hate to envision the devil called war
I hate to lay eye on the killer called war
I hate the ground on which war stands
I just hate the destroyer called war!!
Let me not think about the mess called war!!
War is too bad; it once killed my dear dad
War is very bad; it once spoiled my notepad
War is very bad; it once made us to sit sad
War is very bad; under it no man is ever glad
War is bad; it’s a hub for dangerous monsters
War is bad; it hates to see any crowing rooster
War is bad; it’s a hub for merciless gangsters
War is bad; it creates gallows for crucification
War is bad; it promises no man a redemption
War is too bad; it’s a platform for humiliation
I hate the mess by the name war!!
War once massively killed of our village cows
War once forcefully caused us to painfully vow
War is often associated with droves evil arrows
War is associated with atmosphere of sorrow
War promises no man a prosperous tomorrow
War comes with pains; it makes no man to gain
War comes with pains; it’s grossly led by sins
Let me not dream about the mess called war!
29.
Poem: “Spring’s Awakening_”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines 🇵🇭
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
As winter’s chill begins to fade,
Spring’s warmth awakens from its shade,
The earth revives, and new life starts,
With every bloom, a hopeful heart.
The air is filled with sweet perfume,
As petals unfurl, and scents resume,
Morning dew glistens on the grass,
A refreshing sight, a peaceful pass.
In spring’s renewal, hope takes flight,
A season of growth, a new delight.
© ® Dominique Erecilla Albano
30.
poem: “OLD AGE”
Poet: Maja Milojković
From: Serbia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Fatigue binds my eyelids and tightens my eyes,
so they do not see your dear face.
Hands have weakened from tireless work,
so clumsiness has taken over in them.
Unable to serve with honor
and to earn their peace.
From the long path of life,
legs have begun to give out
and to create problems for the body,
and to inflict pain in the soul of my being.
My dear old age, you come to me from behind,
go, I beg you, away.
I know that you come for what is yours
and I know that this body is yours.
Do not torment my soul, which does not belong to you,
let it go, to let the light pass its rays
and to allow the heart a rest.
Oh, my dear old age,
must you come to me right now.
Know that it drives a knife into my heart.
Oh, old age, my dear old age.
01.
Poem: “I RISE AS FREE”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
stand in the shadow
a nation finds its flame
stand through the sorrow
I speak a freedom name
say softly to the buried cry
and feel the ancient chains begin to die
march in the struggle
hearts burning, unafraid
march through the rubble
where hidden vows were made
tell ourselves the dawn is ours to claim
and see the living rise through ash and flame
sing in the daylight
new winds across the sea
sing with the birthright
of those who must be free
forever the soul defends the soul
freedom lives as freedom makes us whole
02.
Poem: “I SEARCH FOR THEM”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER.
From: Türkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
How gladly did I rise each day,
On springtime mornings bright and gay;
With drops of dew and flowers fair,
Soft whispers drifting through the air.
I’d stand and gaze a little while,
At bees at work with patient style;
I envied how they roamed so free,
To gather honey endlessly.
I did not know time’s cruel art,
Nor why a sorrow filled my heart;
Unknowing tears I often shed,
For days ahead I could not read.
No toys adorned my childhood years,
But fields and barns and rustic chores;
I knew the cow, the sheep, the land,
Held sickles in my fragile hand.
The dark alone would bring me fear,
With thunder’s voice and lightning near;
Yet hide-and-seek brought pure delight,
My happiest game from morn till night.
Oh how I loved each flower and wing,
Each butterfly and bird in spring…
But now they’ve drifted far away,
Like fading dreams that cannot stay.
Now memories are all I keep:
Those joyful dawns, so pure, so deep;
The colored birds of red and blue,
Whose songs I mimicked as they flew.
The bread I shared with those I knew,
The roads I walked, the dreams I grew…
I miss them all, both near and far—
Lost in the years that left a scar.
And in these years so cold, so grim,
With all my heart, I search for them.
Mustafa Naci ÖZER
03.
Poem: “Wonderful Lady”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine
From: Bangladesh
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
We are very happy ,because we are Women.
Our time is going happily, because we are mother.
New world can smile with our caring hands.
Doing good work for world, because we can give birth child.
Earth is feeling worm, because we can smile in any situation.
Rapidly can make a plan for any situation in our life.
For making friendship in the world, we raise our hands easily.
Until you not smile, we can search what’s the reason of your unhappy face.
Loving our family, Loving whole world.
Afroza Jesmine
04.
Poem: “Golden bridges”
Poet: Eva Lianou Petropoulou.
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
I find you
Because you were hurted
I cherish you
As i felt your pain
I love you and
I cover your wounds
With silver
So u will shine
U will shine
U will never broke again
I will create a bridge for all the hurted person
I will build golden pillars
Nobody will hurt again children or women
As the diamonds
They will shine
We will Rise
And we will re born in a future peaceful world..
©Eva Petropoulou
05.
Poem: “SECRETS OF METAPHYSICS”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
In the deepest depths,
where there is neither place nor time,
metaphysics ripples like gentle waves
hiding behind it the secrets of the universe.
It is the mystery that envelops existence,
and perhaps it is the eternal question no one answers.
Are we thoughts dwelling within the body,
or bodies trying to understand thoughts?
What is the truth of the shadow that follows us?
Are we part of this universe,
or is the universe a part of us?
Questions with no resolution,
yet we seek them between the letters of silence.
Metaphysics is what tempts
the mind to go beyond its own limits,
to search within the infinite for what it sees without seeing,
to reach with its hands toward unknown shores,
to dive into the sea of meaning in an attempt to grasp the unknown.
But can a human truly perceive what lies beyond existence?
Or will truth remain distant,
like a lost planet in a galaxy our eyes
cannot behold?
TAGHRID BOU MERHI
06.
Poem: “When You Cry”
Poet: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
From: China
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
You come from the ancient Dongba scriptures
You come from the soul of the world’s only living hieroglyphs
You come from the eternal smile of the founding ancestors
You come from the heavenly sound of the Dongba priests’ conch
You carry the auspicious light of primordial chaos
The primal force that divided heaven and earth
The cosmic whispers beyond the sky
The blessings of gods and protection of all ancestors
In the name of UNESCO Memory of the World
I pray for the community with a shared future for mankind
With timeless wisdom and universal love
Bring eternal peace and blessings to the world
With peace as the lotus, with love as the dew
Sow the seeds of harmony on this blue planet
The high heavens shine with stars
Today the starlight is brightest
The earth is covered with green grass
Today the grass is freshest
The sun rises to the left of the Sacred Mountain
Today the sun warms most gently
The moon rises to the right of the Sacred Mountain
Tonight the moon shines most brightly
On this day
when sun is good, moon is good, stars are good
year is good, month is good, day is good
and every hour is blessed
May stars shine bright above, earth grow green below, trees stand tall and full
May all be auspicious, all wishes come true
May the world be peaceful, filled with joy and health
May all people live long lives, blessed with endless grace
Bio: Lan Xin is a world-renowned cultural figure, an internationally renowned writer of high-dimensional wisdom, poet and translator of China, winner of multiple international literary awards and outstanding international contribution honors, Ambassador of Great Love and Peace, the only female inheritor of UNESCO Memory of the World Dongba Culture, Dean of Dongba Culture Academy and Lanxin Samei Academy. © Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
07.
Poem: “How many songs loneliness carries.”
poet: Jelena Jovanović Jov
From: Serbia.Aranđelovac .
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Whiteness hides sadness and decline.
With a child’s look
I discovered clarity.
Like a bird, I saw the plain
Like a man, I saw paradise.
That view of the poet
Complete with foreboding.
Do I exist or am I misery?
A view of Paradise hides the road to hell.
It hides the proximity of the Divine Hand.
Which guides me and gives me birth again.
In the eternal game of angels.
I just exclaimed,
I exist
I exist.
And I saw paradise.
Jelena Jovanović Jov
08.
Poem: “Abusive Words:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Normal people who don’t know about writing abuse poets.
They criticize without truth.
The distance of artist and common people is due to ignorance.
Poets are very often busy in writing.
Other people think useless to us.
Art is the golden statue of family.
But few family members see it as only useless thing.
So. mentally disturbance is there from home to other friends circle who do not know art.
Art is close mate where we can see our talent.
So, it is very difficult to live among people of common category.
Many people in society think that we are not doing works and we spend time uselessly.
They don’t know value of art. Only they critisize to enslave us.
© Til Kumari Sharma
09.
Poem: “FLOWERS OF THE SPRING”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania. Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
At last we have a reall hope,
To have a reall peace in Europ:
So many flowers are comming,
We can enjoy the Spring.
It’ s the best afair
With so many flowers and fresh air!
Not any more so much smog and fog…
That can bring us only lovly God.
Nobody likes crazy wors,
The actions hapens of sincere words!
God bless you and all peace lovers ,
He knows all the future descovers!
Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
10.
Poem: “Love of the Star Realm”
Poet: Wan Yilong
From: China
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Three thousand years ago, I was the God King
who ruled the Milky Way in the cosmic vault
You were the Queen, held in my palm
beloved above all in the divine realm
A cataclysm that tore heaven and earth asunder
snapped us apart from our eternal union Since then, I have descended to the mortal world
chasing the tether of my soul
only to keep a vow
that traverses time and space, unchanging through eons
—My dearest
within this vow lies my obsession
to reclaim you, even beyond life and death
When you lose your way
on nights dark as spilled ink
fireflies bear faint light to pave your homeward path
it that burns out its warmth and radiance
ever hovering before you to lead the way
—It must be me!
When you open your eyes
as morning light spills over the window lattice
birds outside chirp merrily to rouse the dawn
it that sings the longest
its notes circling your windowsill again and again
—It must be me!
When you gallop across the grassland
stretching green to the horizon
wind lifts your robes, a white horse treads on morning dew
it that is gentle as your shadow
refusing to slacken the reins even when exhausted
—It must be me!
When you are a peerless beauty
a fleeting marvel in the mortal realm
thousands of admirers throng your threshold
he that is willing to lay down all for you
not yielding even if facing the whole world
—He must be me!
When you are the noble Goddess
seated in the cosmic temple
rosy glow spills over your skirt as you pray
butterflies are drawn to your divinity
it that breaks through the air currents
to brush gently against your lips
—It must be me!
When you are the compassionate Bodhisattva
standing atop the snow-capped peaks
prayers for world peace spin with the prayer wheels
the Golden-Winged Great Peng skims the clouds
it that hovers above your head
shielding you from wind and rain with its wings
—It must be me!
When heaven and earth crumble
floods devour the mortal world
the primal cataclysm sweeps away all life
he that falls from the divine realm
holding up the divine stone with his body
to keep you safe and whole
—He must be me!
When someone recklessly breaks through the Nine Heavens
tramping on thorns, passing trial after trial
only to hold your hand
as a mortal on the heavenly red carpet
he that dares all this
—He must be me!
When you were the exalted Queen
of the Qionglong Silver City
on the pilgrimage path around Mount Kailash
he that is dusted with grime
afflicted by illness yet steadfast in gaze
who sets out only to find you
—He must be me!
When you are the revered Dharma Protector
on the summit of the Himalayas
centuries of Sanskrit chants echo through the valleys
he whose voice pierces the clouds
every word steeped in longing
—He must be me!
Across three lifetimes, through all manifestations
in the cosmic chaos, the searing years
have searched every face beneath the sky
only to hold your hand and return to the Milky Way
Henceforth, dawn to dusk, year after year
will guard you, safe and sound, always
—I will always be me!
Bio: Wan Yilong (Aming Gaotu)
High-Dimensional Wisdom Mentor / High-Dimensional Spiritual Poet / Inheritor of Dongba Culture / Master of Traditional Chinese Culture / Great Master of World Multiculturalism / Donor and Founder, Dean of Yulong Wenbi Dongba Culture Academy / Dean of Aming Gaotu High-Dimensional Wisdom Academy / Philanthropist
Wan Yilong (Aming Gaotu)
11.
Poem: “THESE DAYS OF APRIL”
Poet: Kujtim R Hajdari.
From: Albania.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
April waited for you in petaled fire,
A harp of rain that tunes the air;
Each bud blooms you, a green desire,
Sun braids and shines your blonde hair.
The lanes scent the odor of lilac wine,
Where bees write lyrics in gold;
Your laughter turns to sap and vine,
And warms my soul from winter’s cold.
The rivers wear a silver gown,
From your sweet voice, blooms lea,
I’m lost, slipping softly down,
In your heart, which intoxicates me.
The clouds are lambs in meadows blue,
Grazing on light and wandering free;
Your eyes are April breaking through,
They bring me back, open all in me.
Kujtim R Hajdari
12.
Poem: “Dance in the Rain”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic.
From: Serbia/Canada.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Water flows over my chest.
In the dance in the rain,
I imagine we are together.
My lips are damp, whispering verses.
I am not bitter; the water fills me up.
Living water. The rain touches me.
I smile.
Because love and poetry are the same.
In the rain, you will be on my chest.
Then I will only whisper: let it not stop.
Let the rain not stop.
My lips will touch your damp cheeks
with the warmth and breath of life from my body.
With breath and sigh, I breathe and sigh.
The night is deep.
Those sounds when the rain falls
can reincarnate everything anew.
Renew everything.
Create new life.
Water as the primal element of everything,
existence, life.
In my eyes, there is light and I hear magic sounds
that can break the sky.
Only tonight.
Tanja Ajtic.
13.
Poem: “Your eyes”
Poet: Nadya Raykova.
From:Bulgaria, Plovdiv
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Your eyes
Of an angel,
They open the heavens.
With your lashes
you scatter all the dark clouds
over the world.
Holy Love is beaming
from your irises.
It is refracting.
In my heart.
And spreads across Earth
To tell that you exist.
That you are here
and from today, until my last living cell
My name is
Hope
14.
Poem: “The Compass Rose”
Poet: Bertha Galan
From: Bolivia.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Roses float on the ocean
They sing melodies of silence,
Its petals travel at night
under the flowery moon of the sea.
Masterful star of ancient sap
you graze the glow of the maternal star,
New water reveals its secrets…
Vibrate in the soul, immortal jewel!
The elegant compass rose
Its compass spins aimlessly,
Where does wandering destiny blow?
To what port is my heart sailing?
North is memory, South is desire
This is the wound, West is peace,
Roses, wise promises…
They bloom without fear, without looking back.
The sea carries them away and time sings
The moon blesses them as they pass by,
the compass rose…
It holds secrets, towards the divine
to be reborn!!
Bertha Galan
15.
Poem: “True Friend”
Poet: Aziza Jorayeva
From: Uzbekistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
I have a friend, so I have no sorrow in this world,
I walk through life with my heart always wide.
He helps me whenever my tasks are difficult,
May health always be your companion, my friend.
He never speaks behind my back with deceit,
He tells me my flaws honestly, face to face.
When bad days come, he is always by my side,
When troubles press in — he remains loyal.
16.
Poem: “only shadows”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
there are only shadows
of how it it used to be
only visions from the past
diluded from the
vibrant way
I used to
see them
colours now are faded spaces in between remembering
tell me that even though the visions seem
so real
I am only receiving part of what I felt
characters I knew some have moved to the
other side
even they have faded
in my mind
even though I said
I would remember them
till the end of time
I have problems remembering where I was
when I’m in the other room
Mary Garde
17.
Poem: “WITH THE POWER OF LOVE”
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti.
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Open your ears and hear your fears.
Your fears is a sharp sword
With Which you ought to light and direct your inner war.
Stay in balanced in the Avalanche.!…
Look my eyes
how their cries melting the ice
with the power of love!
My tears have been converted in a rushing river.
In its silver waters, the aliveness supporters
are swimming and dreaming…
They are dreaming and Cleenning their wounds
in the reflected of α good mood
staying balanced in the lilies blooming!
They are dreaming of becoming bees
searching nectar on love’s bay trees!
Open your heart and don’t harm.
Send your holly love with in ment’s leafs
refreshing your breath on your love’s lips!
Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
18.
Poem: “I love you”
Poet: Ahmed Al-Sheikh
From: Pakistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
I love you…
Because you are a woman who resembles a map of hope,
Guiding the lost along the paths of action.
I love you…
Because you are a melody that flows to the rhythm of your hands.
And because I…
I love entangling myself in you,
I invest my words in courting you,
Like a lavish advertisement…
For an unknown poet.
And I write of you as if I were discovering the world for the first time,
And I hide amongst your letters… as if you were my last refuge,
And I believe — without proof — that my heart chose you… and did not err.
Ahmed Al-Sheikh
19.
Poem: “TOGETHER AND IN PEACE”
Poet: Bernardete Cavalcanti
From: Brasil.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Instead of war, Humanity should look at education!
It brings Peace and Unity, an old motivation!
Imagine a youth orchestra playing a sound that spreads far
A lullaby for the famous Twinkle star !
In unison, this sound merges.
In the heavens the stars are grouped together as the moon emerges
Alongside them, in harmony and communion
Several exceptionally gifted scientists are listed in union!
Their equations are exposed!
The music and the children playing are also exposed
They brought a new ideal every day
Everything comes together in such a surreal way!
© ® Bernardete Cavalcanti.
20.
Poem: “This text is dedicated to the sick and disabled. “
Poet:Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: Luton UK 🪽
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
This text is dedicated to the sick and disabled.
The lonely thoughts of the sick man
I write about the sick
I hear the whisper of their scream
They don’t have much joy
But with the strength of their hearts they endure
Some will fall, others will not give up
Having one way to fight
Various sufferings have
Sometimes falling into madness
Praying for an angel
Who will be able to help with this
Some, knowing the seriousness of faith
They have a spiritual advantage
Sometimes thoughts plague the mind
That they are not good for anything
As suffering intensifies
In death, the wings of departure contemplate
Sick person who is infirm
Although he desperately needs help
He won’t ask for it
With the strength of the spirit he fights with his heart raises
Sometimes having enough pain
Considering myself to be the ballast of the house
The wrath of the interior bears them
He tears them to shreds
Where to look
Whose hearts to knock on
Although they live in a family
Sometimes in solitude they are ruins
Closing in on myself
Struggling with thoughts
Escaping to my world
To break out of it without giving in
So slowly fading
Distancing even from ourselves
Yes without family love
They leave in the silence of solitude
Author’s letter:
From my own experience.
The sick and disabled are treated with pity or are judged by the healthy,
and all we need is understanding.
© Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
21.
Poem: “Mid Summer Daydream”
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
The noon sun melts upon a golden field,
Where time forgets the urgency of hours.
A hush of wind through restless leaves is sealed
In drifting scents of unseen summer flowers.
I lie between the sky and whispering earth,
Half lost in light, half woven into air,
As distant laughter gives a dream its birth
And shadows dance like secrets everywhere.
The world dissolves in warmth and drowsy gleam,
Reality slips softly out of sight—
And I become a fragment of a dream,
Floating through the endless noon of light.
Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
22.
Poem: “The Space That Remains Behind Us”
Poet: Xhuli Spahiu.
From: Kosovo 🇽🇰
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
There are days
when silence weighs more than words,
and thoughts walk barefoot
across memories not yet faded.
We are only passing travelers
on a map without borders,
gathering fragments of light
from moments that do not know how to last.
Once, we believed
time was a straight river,
but it taught us instead
to lose ourselves in its bends
and still rediscover who we are
in unfamiliar reflections.
I have seen you
at the edge of an unspoken dream,
where language falls silent
and feeling breathes on its own.
Perhaps we are no longer
who we were when we began this road,
yet in every step we lose
we carry a piece of our truth.
And when everything fades
like a light at the end of a long corridor,
what remains
is not our voice,
but the echo
of all we never dared to say.
Xhuli Spahiu
23.
Poem: “BLOOMS OF VERSES”
Poet: Parvinder Nagi.
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Poetry blooms where silence aches,
Yet stirs the heart till reason shakes,
It pulls the mind to distant skies,
And blurs the line ‘tween truth and lies,
It softens wounds yet makes them sting,
Each fragile word a sharpened wing,
It traps the soul in gentle chains,
And feeds on joy as well as pains,
It steals your sleep with whispered rhyme,
And bends your sense of space and time,
It paints the dark in colors bright,
Then dims the day, exalts the night,
It makes you feel too much, too deep,
Turns quiet thoughts too loud to keep,
A healing art, a haunting plea
The sweetest side effect …to be.
Parvinder Nagi
24.
Poem: “PEACE OUR WEAPONS”
Poet: Daniel Omar.
From: Malawi.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Peace our first and last weapon,
A home that protects our life tone
Into silence resolve, we speak as one,
Holding softly hard, until the true day is gone.
Our kindness fight with disagreement for the right love to shine
We all struggle in the darkness of the rin
Peace our weapon to fine
Peace unite us and separate us from death pine
Inside peace there is not sin
From the soil to the sky only peace reigns
Our are supportive bleeding down stairs
This is a cure for Untreatable diseases
Where there is peace, there is heaven on earth
And all us we can breath
Let’s it reigns inside our brains and wash our hearts
With open hearts, and minds so free,
We welcome peace, in you and me.
A world united, hand in hand,
Together we’ll stand in a peaceful land.
In peaceful silence, we find our voice,
A gentle whisper, a heartfelt choice.
To listen deeply, and understand,
The beauty of peace, in this troubled land.
Peace is the fire, that burns so bright,
Guiding us forward, through the dark of night.
A beacon of hope, that shines so bold,
Illuminating paths, to a peaceful fold.
May peace be our guiding light,
That shines through darkness, and endless night.
May it fill our hearts, and souls so true,
And guide us forward, to a peaceful pursuit.
Daniel Omar.
25.
Poem : “Peace is no Compromise”
Poet :Prabir Kumar Rath
From: India near Kolkata
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
One word expression,
Has a relief, erases tension.
Fear goes vanish, heart relishs
Head, automatically, is held high
Mind rests, stresses bid goodbye.
Eyes open, can see everything solemn,
Body becomes a serene place
Soul feels like, a solemn base.
But, these all will be baseless
Dear O’ human, unless thee set
Thy work flawless, being careful, to make room for others
A must goal, of yours, is to
Make the whole world a peaceful place.
Peace-Promise, let it be an objective.
It should be thy BASE..
26.
Poem: Reflections on Being Ill
Poet: Yongbo Ma.
From: China.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
How much rot must one endure
to lie here in such vast spring breezes
lying in a earthy world lower than the southern foot of Purple Gold Mountain
The immortality of words is, after all, no more than an unavoidable abstraction
from the lowliest things, ascending toward heights
toward that equally black mountain peak
gathering light upon the slender, reddening branches
Flowers bloom like bustling starry skies
Here, perhaps, there still exists something
adequate to resist the tenderness of chemistry
passing through the empty, frosty corridors of the hospital late at night
to bring wakefulness and rebirth
through profound decay
Endocrine Ward, Zhongshan Hospital
27.
Poem: “In My Heart, a Mosque”
Poet: Muammar Alsufyani
From: Yemen 🇾🇪.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
They asked me about paradise,
I said:
Bliss.
They asked me about hell…
I said:
My heart.
In my inner self, a mosque calls to the truth..
Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar
And You are the prayer
within it .
Muammar Alsufyani.
28.
Poem: “Let Me Not Dream About War”
Poet: F. Shelton Gonkerwon
From: Liberia, West Africa
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
I hate to hear anything about war
I hate any news concerning war
I hate to hear the thing called war
I hate to smell the mess called war
I hate to think about the shit called war
I hate to envision the devil called war
I hate to lay eye on the killer called war
I hate the ground on which war stands
I just hate the destroyer called war!!
Let me not think about the mess called war!!
War is too bad; it once killed my dear dad
War is very bad; it once spoiled my notepad
War is very bad; it once made us to sit sad
War is very bad; under it no man is ever glad
War is bad; it’s a hub for dangerous monsters
War is bad; it hates to see any crowing rooster
War is bad; it’s a hub for merciless gangsters
War is bad; it creates gallows for crucification
War is bad; it promises no man a redemption
War is too bad; it’s a platform for humiliation
I hate the mess by the name war!!
War once massively killed of our village cows
War once forcefully caused us to painfully vow
War is often associated with droves evil arrows
War is associated with atmosphere of sorrow
War promises no man a prosperous tomorrow
War comes with pains; it makes no man to gain
War comes with pains; it’s grossly led by sins
Let me not dream about the mess called war!
29.
Poem: “Spring’s Awakening_”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines 🇵🇭
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
As winter’s chill begins to fade,
Spring’s warmth awakens from its shade,
The earth revives, and new life starts,
With every bloom, a hopeful heart.
The air is filled with sweet perfume,
As petals unfurl, and scents resume,
Morning dew glistens on the grass,
A refreshing sight, a peaceful pass.
In spring’s renewal, hope takes flight,
A season of growth, a new delight.
© ® Dominique Erecilla Albano
30.
poem: “OLD AGE”
Poet: Maja Milojković
From: Serbia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 07 April 2026.
Fatigue binds my eyelids and tightens my eyes,
so they do not see your dear face.
Hands have weakened from tireless work,
so clumsiness has taken over in them.
Unable to serve with honor
and to earn their peace.
From the long path of life,
legs have begun to give out
and to create problems for the body,
and to inflict pain in the soul of my being.
My dear old age, you come to me from behind,
go, I beg you, away.
I know that you come for what is yours
and I know that this body is yours.
Do not torment my soul, which does not belong to you,
let it go, to let the light pass its rays
and to allow the heart a rest.
Oh, my dear old age,
must you come to me right now.
Know that it drives a knife into my heart.
Oh, old age, my dear old age.
Maja Milojković
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