Poems from global. The 63rd Edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.

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01.
Poem: “MOTHER”
Poet:Võ Thị Như Mai.
From: Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.
I have been to many places
Since the day leaving university
My heart drifts down distant river
Love you, the fields are gilded

My path is full of rise and fall
The weather is tangled with storms
Your heart keeps planting seeds
Water my life in pure land

You ask to call whenever
I’m feeling down or sad
The world is like shifting seas
Nowhere is as safe as home
Even when we are forty or fifty
Full of happiness or sadness
Even when it is dawn or twilight
We are little darlings of our mother

We are the fluttering blue kites

Looking for the vast space to fly
We are the crescent moon of the night
Shining on the falling raindrops

I have not done much for you
Drifting lightly through this life
Finding joy in solitude
By your side and all is fine
Võ Thị Như Mai.

02.
Poem: “MY WEEPING” —
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER.
From: TÜRKİYE.
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

My window facing the sea stands still,
My flowers watch me with a tender will.
When a troubled moment settles in my chest,
I seek the sun—my faithful guest.

At times no comfort quiets my pain,
A silent stirring rises again—
An old, familiar ache takes form,
Its gentle heat, its hidden storm.

Tears fall to share my loneliness,
Touching petals with their soft caress.
They count each drop like beads of glass;
No other eyes watch them pass.

My weeping is a song that roams,
Echoing deep in countless homes—
Where speechless feelings rise and grow,
My purest songs are those tears I show.

My weeping is parting—unwilled, unplanned,
A road I walk though I never command.
Those tender, pink, and rain-soft loves
Are all that linger when memory moves.

Yes—truly my weeping is your absence near,
Whether you know it or never hear.
What’s left of time comes with a sudden cry,
A soft “Ah…!” drifting from days gone by.

And in me it leaves its dotted lines,
Its quiet traces in hidden signs…
My weeping is for silent times
When you were gone—no sound, no chimes.
©️ Mustafa Naci ÖZER .

03.
Poem: “Song of ‘P’ “
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

P is for primelore,
P is for people.
P is for pillar.
P is for picture

P is for pen,
P is for poet
P is for poetry,
P is for publication.

P is for pronunciation.
P is for protection.
P is for promotion.
P is for population.
P is for principal
P is for pleased
P is for principle
P is for print.
P is for private
P is for planet
P is for pedagogy
P is for president

P is for percussion.
P is for permission.
P is for prevention
P is for population

P is for proposals.
P is for political.
P is for police
P is for politely.

P is for proof,
P is for poor.
P is for president.
P is for prevention.

P is for procession.
P is for pandemic
P is for providing
P is for pending

P is for stop pollution
P is for protectors
P is for plantation
P is for forest preservation
©️ Afroza Jesmine.

04.
Story/Poem: “A king without Kingdom”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.
Once upon a time there was a King without Kingdom
Every day he wakes up and he was talking a walk in the garden.
The birds were singing,
Here , here comes the King without Kingdom

And the pickock repeat
Here here comes the King without Kingdom

The King keep walking until he arrives in the lake.
Beautiful roses and tulips and jasmine were around the lake.
The king approached his face to the surface of the lake and he asked the water

When my Kingdom will come to me?
When the time to rule will arrive?

The water didn’t answer
But two orange fishes come out of the water
and respond to the King

When’ the Sun and the Moon will meat eachother
When humanity will stop killing his brother and sister
When they are going to be no poor in this world
When the Peace will rule the entire planet
You master
You will have a Kingdom.
EVA Petropoulou Lianou

05.
Poem: ” Love’s Recalibration
Poet: J-Hawk.
From: USA.
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

There comes a moment when love must pause —
not from absence, but from the soul’s quiet need to realign and breathe again.
The interwoven steps through our corn maze cultivated the need for realization and boundaries.
We ignored the small cracks, but raindrops cleared the kaleidoscopic lens revealing the fallacies of our
infant love.
We loved in a PAST life.
We loved in THIS one too.
In both, our love was mutually needed, yet never fully understood—
truth wrapped in intoxicating turbulence,
a stained-glass reflection of beauty, love, failed expectations, heartache
and the need for healing past wounds.
We needed each other more than we said or knew,
though neither could hold what the other withdrew.
Unfortunate awakenings and turbulence circled our days,
like a vulture’s gaze, patient in its flight—
eagerly feeding on the fragments of love
we left exposed to the light.
The cracks spread further from the repeated pebbles
projected upon our windshield. Then Me, Then You, and Then (We)… break.
Let this be our recalibration —not the breaking, but the retuning.
We are not losing each other; we are rediscovering what still needs mending inside us.
The piercing ache, stillness, and silence that follows is the soil of rebirth were proof of Love’s depth and
vulnerability.
How do we rise from it? How do we navigate this new?
How do we Forgive. Heal. Rebuild. Create a new?
Love is not gone —
it’s evolving inside,
transforming into strength, clarity,
and a peace we’ve never known before.
As the universe realigns us separately
we explore its rhythm again as we release the stuck,
and realign the misalignment.
We rise – like a Phoenix with hearts beating separately, but steady once more,
Somehow- we accept the reality…this wasn’t the end of love —
it was the beginning of understanding the need for a Love Recalibration.
©️ J-Hawk.

06.
Poem: “When Angels Embrace Silently”
Poet: Blerina Pellumbi
From: France
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

When angels embrace silently,
Beneath a sun heavy with rain,
Even wounds fade, turning into rainbows
That lights up a world of lies, painted in gray.

Chasms of loneliness tear like lace,
Pain shatters after winter, in the creak of dawns,
Life itself becomes an invisible mirage
An exile who silently forgives all wounds.

Embracing fire, angels steal from the stars,
Weaving word-magic in a sky of glass.
There they bind sorrow, all that is cruel,
There, with siren songs, they awaken sweet hope.

Angels embrace silently, smiling,
In a mad world that gives wings to noise,
Where life’s truths are born and lost,
Where they start to sing and start to weep…
©️ Blerina Pellumbi

07.
Poem: “The Escaping Cities”
Poet: Muammar Al-Sufiani.
From:Yemen
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

The oud’s fingers transcend the lost world.
On the shores of the string… the dew draws peace
upon those roses.
The sky is a nest for the bird of love.
And the light captures the escaping cities.
In the kingdom… O traveler… on the stars, tie every
luggage carrying tomorrow, and every pulse that treads
from it in the sanctity of wishes.
©️ Muammar Al-Sufiani .

08.
Poem: “Nostalgic End Of The Year”
Poet: Elpiola Lluka.
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

I never imagined I could feel this way about you…
In the foggy days December meditate,
with lights that turn on and off my soul…
A bunch of memories the steps isolate,
and tears freeze the unending sky hole…

Beyond the silence wall frame,
your colorful memories are whispering free…
This room everytime lights up your name,
nostalgic mantle is falling over me.

Blue decorations surround my home,
and the grey sky suddenly became clear…
A white tree full of love is never gone,
when all the family meet each-other without fear!

Silver are returning the streets now,
my shoes are silver plated, who knows…
Back in time this month goes somehow,
The freezing cold makes heart glows…
©️ Elpiola Lluka.

09.
Poem: ” To my dad “
Poet: Andromache Benekou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

You stand upright in the twilight
sea image
I’m only staring at you
from a hidden soul.

You hold fast a golden yoke
you silently remind
life course to the truth
with this you incense me!

My complaint is strong
you left us in the way
to whom shall I give “this gift”
I have the question.

You fed me, you clothed me
until thirteen
You kept swearing at me
to be worthy for degrees.

I followed everything you said
with my modest soul
In your actions I walked
All my life

Why did you leave us early?
in the sky’s of the orange grove
as a spring royal purple
I tasted your love of a century!
©️Andromache Benekou

10.
Poem: ” The Mirror”
Poet: Ahmed Miqda
From: Gaza City.
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

I was shocked
When I looked to the mirror
After months of homelessness and torture,
I saw a face
I wasn’t familiar with.
A face full of grey hair
Fills my thick beard
And meandrous lines of wrinkles
Covers my forehead.
The ashes of rubble
As the paws ripped apart my skin.

Months of torture and unending fear
Every night had a horrible story
And the day had enough frightening events
That make your brain drained
And your heart is aching deeply and barely beating for life.

I became someone I don’t know
As if I were a stranger to myself.
I was running a long journey without stopping,
searching for nowhere safety,
And carrying my children and burdens
Like a lost wild horse
In a jungle full of danger and concerns
Seeking for a moment
Only a moment of peace and saftey.
©️ Ahmed Miqda

11.
Poem: “I HAD A FLOWER”
Poet: Kujtim Hajdari
From: Albenia
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

I once had a flower,
Full of color and full of wind,
The world seemed so beautiful,
As if it were always spring.

But the flowers are delicate,
Just as much as they are beautiful,
With him, there is no arguing or anger,
They only know wisdom.

They go and become dry, and one day,
Without warning, they get lost,
Pain and light remain in our souls,
From memories disseminated everywhere.

And a sigh, “Ah, as if,
To have the beautiful flower again!”
Takes us back to a time,
When it beat the leaves like a butterfly
©️ Kujtim Hajdari

12.
Poem: “LOVE OF THE SUN AND THE RAIN.”
Poet: Bernardete Cavalcanti
From: Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

I love the sun so warm with rays of light,
but the rain strongly attracts me even at night
It is the bright drop that seduces me, falling from the sky
It saddens us and sometimes I think it listens my sigh !

It washes the streets, the soul, and softens the heat;
awakening the soul to love a little bit.
Its absence makes us cry;
The ground waits the rain of a cloudy sky.

A little water makes the soil green, there and here
Leaves that fall without being able to renew themselves like the tears of a lover not so near
I also wanted to pay my tribute as a homage
For the gift of Nature and for those who care for it with courage!

For this, I used my simple and truthful poetry once again
With all joy and free from vanity and pain
When the water falls and a rainbow is seen in the sky,
great is my joy, my sad nostalgia is gone and stops my cry!
©️ Bernardete Cavalcanti

13.
Poem: “AWAKENING”
Poet: Sherife Allko
From: Albania
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

For our mother, our sacred light
It is difficult to stay awake all night,
To guard with a trembling soul,
And to hope that the light will not go out,
That light that was not born from a lamp,
But from your heart.

You were our tree,
Great, old, sacred,
A flowering deity in our yard,
With its sweetest scent,
with the scent of a mother.

Your branches are scattered far,
Across the world, with longing and memories,
But the roots,
those roots that you have watered with effort and dedication,
hold us together.
In silence, In longing. In love.

Don’t go out, my holy light,
Shine a little longer….
Another speck of light,
Another breath, even a smile.
Because your light doesn’t just light up the house,
it lights up our souls wherever we are.

And when you’re no longer in bed,
you’ll be with us.
In our words.In our eyes.
In every morning that rises and reminds us that
once we had the sun inside the house.
©️ Sherife Allko

14.
Poem: “A Guide to a Happy Life”
Poet: Syed Shah Hussain
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

Wake up early at your parents’ call,
Wash your face and hands—that’s all.

Brush your teeth, let them shine bright,
Exercise daily, eat fruits, it feels so right.
Have breakfast early, keep your routine,
Speak the truth and stay fresh and clean.

Work with others, show care and share,
Play outside, respect elders, let your spirit dare.
Time is precious, don’t let it stray,
Use it wisely, make the most of your day.

Moments once gone won’t return back,
For better strength, have a milkshake snack.
Positive thoughts bring joy to your mind,
Leave the bad and let peace unwind.
Eat healthy food and drink water more,
Set big ambitions, let your dreams soar.

Learn safety rules for the roads you take,
Read at home, for knowledge’s sake.
If you are wise, never waste your time ,
Eat veggies, enjoy Hussain’s poetic rhymes.
©️ Syed Shah Hussain

15.
Poem: “The time changed”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albenia.
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

We were in different periods engaged:
We had so many difficulties,
As poor pupils and students!
But we never stoped.
We had wonderfull dreams,
To achieve equality and to be independent.
We trusted only the best teams
And in meantime everything was excellent.
We tried to teach our students,
To continue their events
And reaching more than their parents.
Never to stop their studing,
The knowlage has not any ending.
Eachone has to be special,
As more helpfull and social.
Only that cab be the true love,
The other things can order only God above!
I rewrote my last poem once more, there were some mistakes
©️ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri

16.
Poem: “Horizon’s Glow”
Poet:Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi
From:Yemen
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

A full golden orb
on the mountaintop,
slowly sinking from sight.
And now—what an afterglow!
As if the sea itself is surging with fire,
and its flames mirror the farthest reach,
As if it has fallen upon a stretched autumn,
causing the leaves to light up its high horizon
with a violet‐tinged reflection.
My eyes have a veranda that stores hues.
From its golden face, I shape a lantern,
from the tones of twilight, I fashion
inks for paintings unlike any other.
When night descends, deep and dark,
I hang it above my art table
to see where its light will guide me
in the realm of the Muse.
My brushes harbor
what I have treasured of colors
to spill and inscribe the sunrise glow,
so beauty may remain alive
within my veins.
©️ Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi

17.
Poem: Whispers of Blossoms
Poet: Rana Zaman
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

Flowers creates brightness in morning’s glow,
Those weaves songs through fields of green,
In gentle winds blossoms colors turn to flow,
A fleeting joy that lingers, I have always seen.
The rose, in It’s life proclaims her crimson fire,

Lilys, in the water body, bends in quiet prayer,
The tulip lifts her shy to express It’s desire,
The daisy, wonderfully laughs without a care.
Through summer’s heat and winter’s chill,
It bloom though storms may lash and strain,
Flowers bend with grace and stand so still,

All flowers rises with hope and lives again.
The orchids sing, day and nite, a mystic tune,
While jasmine release scents the twilight air,

At night all Magnolias greet the silver moon,
With elegance Gardenia bloom with no compare.
Flowers fleeting grace no clock can bind,

Yet blossoms always teach the soul to stay,
Timeless mindblowing song remains in mind,
As petal’s light flow to the heart’s its own way
©️ Rana Zaman

18.
Poem: “AS A MUTE WITNESS !”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.
From:India
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.

My heart lets me move elsewhere
Woes of world have filled my soul
Looks for me now here and there
Where no one is battered by woes
Sans twinkling stars of false hopes
What use of autumns for me now
Which freeze the buds of my soul
Which renew all of my old wounds
Some do shed their genuine tears
Some flee turning face in despair
Someone’s world is badly looted
The earth as a mute witness stands
The ruthless sky too maintains silence.
©️®️Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.

19.
Poem: “glimpse of the society”
Poet: Mandira Ghosh.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 09 December, Tuesday, 2025.
Here in the footsteps of the mountain
Weeds, thorns and insects
Outwit the flowers.

Buds thrashed before blossomed
Flowers bleed in human world

Not all women are paragons of virtues
Nor all men are beasts..

That married woman who thrashed the widow
She was saved by a man outsider
And then he laid the rail track by his muddy hands
To take her out of a poisoned society.
©️ Mandira Ghosh