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01.
Poem:I SOLD MY HEART TO THE NIGHT (GรNDERฤฐLDฤฐ)
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER
From: From: Tรผrkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
My pen has turned away from me,
These lines will fill with misery,
A word I heard has struck so deep,
My fragile world no more can keep.
A silent pain within my soul,
A helpless wound beyond control,
My mind has wandered far astray,
Like one gone mad and swept away.
Oh let this be a dream, not true,
This narrow room that comes to view,
I placed my world in such a placeโ
Was that too much for fateโs embrace?
The one I lovedโa star so bright,
She filled my darkness up with light,
My heart was hers in every way,
I never thought of price to pay.
It never crossed my mind before,
That we could part forevermore,
It burned me down, turned me to flame,
My heart will never be the same.
Iโd never felt a love so wide,
So deep, so endless from inside,
If I had given all my years,
Perhaps sheโd turn, perhaps she hears.
Unlucky I have always been,
Yet still I smiled through thick and thin,
But none has faced a blow like mineโ
One strike, and all was lost in time.
I do not grieve for me alone,
She was so young, so softly grown,
No words can heal, no voice can mend,
My burning heart wonโt find an end.
I hope this too will fade away,
Within this harsh and ruthless day,
Perhaps a soul will take my hand,
If I remain in this lone land.
My longing will not fade with years,
No time can measure all these tears,
One life, one heart is all I ownโ
Believe me, they are yours alone.
Not poemsโepics are too small,
To tell the love I gave you all,
A heart you held so pure, so bright,
Where every season felt like light.
If you had struck me in your rage,
And left me cold upon that stage,
Perhaps I would not weep this way,
With tears that never cease nor stay.
I do not burn for just one night,
Perhaps the dawn will bring me light,
But since you left and went away,
How will the years now pass my way?
Iโm trapped within a whirling tide,
No path to choose, no place to hide,
No consolation can I findโ
I fall, undone in heart and mind.
ยฉยฎ Mustafa Naci รZER
02.
Poem: “Childhood”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
No matter what stage of life you are in;
Each stage has a different feeling.
Do you all want to go back to childhood?
But I don’t.
Why do you know?
A person can never go back to his childhood.
Childhood is a very innocent time,
The people around me in childhood
were quite beautiful.
My parents, brothers and sisters
were all quite simple.
My family, relatives
I grew up with everyone in my childhood.
My neighbors, friends, and acquaintances were all very close.
Everyone wants to go back to childhood,
because if you make a mistake in those beautiful days of childhood, everyone forgives you;
if you make a mistake in youth, everyone scoffs.
if you make a mistake on the fickle path of youth;
a person drowns in the quicksand of that mistake all his life.
yet that person moves forward on the path of life.
People want to go back to childhood,
they want to get back those carefree innocent days.
but I don’t want to,
because I know that, a person can never go back to his childhood.
Tired and weary man, having passed the youth of war;
reaches old age.
Man feels the journey of life.
In old age, man sometimes loses himself in happiness in his own forest,
Sometimes, having lost a companion,
he falls into the eternal world.
No one can return to that eternal green childhood.
ยฉ ยฎ Afroza Jesmine
03.
Poem: BECAUSE IT IS AUTUMN
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
because it is autumn
i find you
in every falling leaf
that keeps our longing
because your voice
is as soft as the wind
through my waiting days
embracing our kisses
because I walk slowly
on the path of our footsteps
tremble and gather twilight songs
filled with lines of our verses
because loving you
feels like holding grains of sand
running between fingers
with the hope of slowing down the time
because by nature you and I
one day will merge into the ocean
a golden leaf floating in hesitation
remembering our verses
ยฉยฎ Vo Thi Nhu Mai
04.
Poem: “BIRTH OF THE POEM”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
In the beginning, there was an idea
a small pulse
feeling its way through the darkness of the soul.
It was like a child
taking its first steps in words,
upon the soil of language,
stumbling over its first letters.
Then it grew,
became a sentence
searching for meaning,
carrying in its heart the wonder of a question.
Sentences gathered like light clouds,
embracing one another
until they gave birth to a sky of meanings.
At the heart of that sky,
a symbol slipped in
like a clever bird
hiding its secrets within its wings.
Words gained shadows,
silence found a voice,
and things revealed another face
seen only through inner vision.
The phrase took on color
with the breath of feeling,
and was clothed
in a robe of hidden beauty.
The poem moved on,
gathering the fragments of the world,
planting across distances
bridges of longing.
It spoke in many languages,
yet its heart was one
beating in the name of humanity,
preserving the memory of the earth.
On its day, it blossomed
like an ancient promise
returning to bloom once more.
It emerged
from between the lines
a damask rose
fragrant in every direction,
scattering its perfume
through the languages of humankind,
whispering
that poetryโฆ is a homeland that never fades.
ยฉยฎ TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
05.
Poem:” Jealousy “
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
Jealousy,
Means you don’t understand the meaning of life
Jealousy,
Is when you never appreciate your own life or your self.
Jealousy,
Is shame to look the life of others
and envy them
Jealousy,
Is the most bad feeling
It destroys the mind and the heart of people.
In the end we are all sleeping under the same sky.
ยฉยฎ EVA Petropoulou Lianou
06.
Poem: “SONG FOR THE RED ROSE”
Poet: Rozalia Aleksandrova
From: Bulgaria
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
The red rose is between us.
It will remain in this world for a short time.
It gave path to homeless dreams.
To embrace hearts and hugs.
To find paths in the vastness.
And to bring back the ancient smile.
And petals, sent in a dream,
To open a sacral bedding.
Between us are distant constellations.
Everyone who dares, flies up.
Our love has broken barriers.
But are we ready for flight?
Every time love is beautiful,
When the Red Rose is within us.
It awakens the world and discovers
for the heart a silent compass.
In the silence of a sunny morning
Secret desires will shine.
There is no love without sorrow and madness.
There is no joy without distances.
Between us is the red rose
Of exquisite petals – stars.
In this world Love spoke.
And it will swarm universes endlessly.
ยฉยฎ Rozalia Aleksandrova
Bio: Rozalia Aleksandrova lives in Plovdiv, Bulgaria. She was born in the magical Rhodope Mountains, the cradle of Orpheus. Author of 12 poetry books. Editor and compiler of over 40 literary almanacs, collections and anthologies. She is a member of the Union of Bulgarian Writers. Her poems was translated into many languages: Polish, English, Arabic, Spanish, Danish, Korean, Serbian, Italian, Albanian, Percian, French, Chinese, Romanian, Azerbaijani, Greek, Turkish, Bangla, Ivrit, Duch, Bengali, Russian. Her poems have been published in prestigious collections, almanacs, literary magazines and websites in Bulgaria, Europe and world. In March 2006 she created a poetic-intellectual association “Quantum and Friends” for the promotion of quantum poetry in civil society, Plovdiv and Bulgarian phenomenon. Initiator and chief organizer of the International Festival of Poetry SPIRITUALITY WITHOUT BORDERS from 2015. Every year she publishes one almanac for a Festival. She is Doctor Honoris Causa of University UNQE โ Mexico and member of the Federation of World Leadership and Hi Intelligense, representing Bulgaria. She is in Director`s board of Belgium literary site Atunis Poetry. She is ambassador for East Europe of Prodigy magazine, USA. She is honorary member of WFAI. She is a winner of the prestigious CESAR VALLEJO Prize for Literature โ 2022, 2023 and prize of UHE – Golden Eagle – for Poetry and Peace 2023, 2025.. Winner of the Mahatma Gandhi Leadership Award 2022 and others. She is literary advisor in Central Chineese TV from 2023. She is literary consultant of IAETDAA, USA. She is literary advisor for Bulgaria of PLWV. Apart from being a poetesse, she is also a scientist. She deals with the study and reflections of quantum and torsion theory in the field of language, poetry, culture, medicine, philosophy and methodology of science. She has published a book with popular science essays “Let’s open the door to the meaning or reflections of information scienceโ, Plovdiv 2015 and new book โThe Wonders of the Poetryโ, Plovdiv 2025.
07.
Poem: Love
Poet: Awlia parvin
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
Iโll give you clouds filled with rain,
A sky overflowing with stars.
Iโll give you the sunset of the late afternoon,
And magic spreเงad across the horizon.
You will be mine, only mine,
And I will belong to you.
Together, lost in dreamy enchantment,
Weโll make our life precious and true.
Iโll bring you pearls from seven seas,
And soothe your heart with the breeze.
With eyes full of love, weโll watch together
An endless life of happiness and peace.
ยฉยฎ Awlia parvin
08.
Poem: “The Silent Dove”
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
Upon the battlefield of time,
A white dove carves its flightโ
Its wings are stitched with hope,
Its shadow dissolves the night.
Rivers once red with sorrow
Now mirror the skyโs embrace,
Where childrenโs laughter blossoms
Like lilies in sacred space.
The oak and olive whisper,
Roots entwined beneath the soil,
Teaching nations patience,
That peace is worth the toil.
No sword can cut the sunrise,
No war can cage the sea,
For every heart is a lanternโ
And love, the key to harmony.
So let the dove keep soaring,
Beyond the walls of fear,
Its song a timeless promise:
World peace is always near.
ยฉยฎDr Ratan Bhattacharjee
09.
Poem: “CHOICE”
Poet: Milena Pฤinjski
From: Republic of Serbia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
The day generously spills
its miracles
At the door they jostle,
already flushed
Something stabs me
near the heart
As if you were still there
Drowsy thoughts take
their shot of caffeine: Even today, physics
has not dealt good cards
I know that in your fire
I am always present
Yet it wearies me โ
this infinite game of pantomimeโฆ
This silence is a cry
across nine mountains โ
Everyone has chosen
what they must
ยฉยฎ Milena Pฤinjski
10.
Poem: “HOW”
Poet: Aleksandra Alex Stanojeviฤ
From: Serbia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
How to descend into the day with laced sneakers,
with shadows that notice sparks at the springโs source,
with silence pressing from all sides.
Powerlessness is somewhere high, and deep it rivets.
As if everything were ascent, a seeking,
while in humility I search for a path to prayer.
Perhaps there is a step on which I may stand before the Saint,
censed with white incense
and ask salvation for my mother.
How to enter the night and not hurl stones at my own dreams.
I watch, my palms burning from clenching,
as though I were hiding a pearl from pilgrimage.
I am in a garden of stars, with spilled tears upon my knees,
again in prayer,
in the roots of illusions that time has masks and faces,
that mercy is above,
in the furrows of wood where life is both black and white,
where light lives in flame,
in a heavenly hymn that gently clings to the heart.
But how to remove from my eye the thickened sorrow, a step from the spiderโs web,
how to flee the devilโs illusion and gather the remnants of my soul
without clinging to the dawn of morning and asking:
How to descend into the day?
How to enter the night?
( I murmur only through verseโฆ turned toward the Lord, in waking and in dream.)
ยฉยฎ Aleksandra Alex Stanojeviฤ
11.
Poem: “The Elusive Moon”
Poet: Alam Mahbub.
From: Bangladesh ๐ง๐ฉ
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
Comeโlet us pour moonlight into water.
A hush breaks into murmurs of beauty,
rose-soft laughter trembling on petal lips.
At the invitation of a holiday,
the waves begin to swayโ
in the cool hush of sunrise,
hills roll down
like loosened oranges of light.
Day and night, I search for words
in the valleyโs breath;
I touch love
within the tenderness of young leaves.
In solitude, a waterbird callsโ
the forest gathers into a clouded sky.
An ancient pond, rusted with time,
holds its cunning designs in stillness.
The elusive moon descends,
enchantedโ upon the water of a quiet ghat.
ยฉยฎ Alam Mahbub
12.
Poem: “Beginning” Poet:
Tanja Ajtic
From: Serbia/Canada
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
I follow you with difficulties in these dangerous times,
in this now and here,
where unpleasant experiences and memories are quickly forgotten and replaced with other thoughts and deeds.
Day and night change too fast, like the Sun and the Moon,
It’s a short day.
We all come to an end where there is a new beginning,
and I slowed down,
I’m looking for your glance persistently to find out how much time has left to us in the world?
I trust you,
because you are a dreamer.
13.
Poem: “A village to raise a child”
Poet: Mary Garde
From: Vancouver Island
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
it takes
every time
I see a women holding
her baby in her arms
see her distorted face because she can’t
for some reason provide for this weighted
burden in her arms
her heart swollen
taut about to burst with concern and a
weeping child
I want to holler
so I can get heard
why help is not easy offered she can’t put the baby down can’t walk away can’t say you made it
with me here hold it while
I help this
little one so needy
it wasn’t brought to
this earth alone
it was not made of straw and leaves it was made from man and women
it would’ve be here
with out them
why is it she has become a victim with a load why oh why is that little bundle of joy just her problem
ยฉยฎ Mary Garde
14.
Poem: Spirit essence
Poet: Xrysoula Foufa.
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
The spirit flies like a seagull
high in the immensity of sky.
A wave of human soul
travels far away
and becomes a light
of the human world and nature.
Eternity defies mortality .
Dust is left on earth
while spirit wears the clock of divinity.
ยฉยฎ Xrysoula Foufa
15.
Poem: “LET WORLD HEAR ABOUT ME”
Poet: Daniel omar
From: Malawi
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
Let the world hear about me and my sage lines.
I deliver from Lukuga river in Republic Democratic of the congo
and Whispers in the Malawi mountains which carry echoes of my heart
altitude rhythms that bring life to trees.
In the streets of Blantyre and Lilongwe nights,
my voice is a father to the fatherless,
whispered to promise in zomba,
Let the world hear my silent cry with endless tears,
let it know I’m here brave and constant,
breathing like fish inside water growing like new born baby flowing like bird in the sky blue.
Through mountains high i will propagate like mulanje mountain
and steady like lake malawi breezes and my story is special therapy,
a path unwarm which carries African flags. Let the world hear my spoken and written words
from North clockwise to the south anticlowise and
east to western hemisphere my vibrations won’t be an huge silence but rather than a clock to success.
Let world hear about me
ยฉยฎ Daniel omar .
16.
Poem: “THE CLOCK AND LIFE”
Poet: Bernardete Cavalcanti
From: Brazil
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
Within us all, vulnerable mortals
Life is like an old clock.
It is not known when it will start playing.
Not even when it will end.
One thing is certain, my dear friend.
Everything and everyone will disappear someday.
It should never be wasted.
The lessons of learning to give
Receive and share with affection.
Avoid fearing , hate and resent.
Love will then be the Redeemer.
of pains and joys received
Things and facts will come
Memories of suffering will be erased.
Life goes on “in piano” forward
The powerful clock chiming
It will always surprise us.
The time will come, for sure.
One day, the end will come
The clock will stop with lightness
And its pulse will no longer be heard!
Bernardete Cavalcanti
17.
Poem: Pieces of Innocence
Poet: Bania Sofia
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
Somewhere inside me resides my old self;
the one who smiled at the wind
when it caressed my face,
who saw the same starry sky with different eyes
and believed with his innocence in Santa Claus.
The one who was optimistic
that the world fit in a handful of dreams.
Where are you walking now, my little self,
barefoot but silent in the depths of my soul,
holding in your hands the broken pieces of my innocence?
On which path of time have you been lost?
Or are you still waiting for me to find you,
where dreams are not afraid to be born
and the heart still knows how to believe in miracles?
Maybe one day I’ll return
to that same path of dreams,
where innocence was never lost.
It only hid for a while
inside my heart
to discover where the child inside me hides.
ยฉยฎ Bania Sofia.
18.
Poem: We want to live in peace
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti.
From: GREECE
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
War is blind and deaf like Charon…
It does not see!… It does not hear!…
It does not distinguish.. It does not choose…
It does not recognize good and evil… Right and wrong….
Everyone and everything are in the same bag with snakes…
Young… Old… Children…. Women… Men… Parents….
It separates mothers and children… Women from men.
It destroys bodies and souls .Vast Empires. Eternal Civilizations.
It wipes out entire generations leaving behind it only rubble
with the smell of death.
The livings are like dead- wandering like Shadows in the ruins
looking for signs of life…
The wounded who are slowly dying.
In war, there are no winners. Everywhere, losses and victims are counted…
Death is the ruler… With the smell of burning, in the hair of children.
And we are, simple people!…. And We Want to Live in Peace!
Only, one life, we all have!…
Let them let us live it, peacefully!
And the armies of the world should put down their rifles
To seize their pickaxeฯ and whereever they dug pits:
Trees should be planted
To provide shade for the souls of the killed.
And the demolishers should become builders
of unity and peace!
ยฉยฎ Maria Kolovou Roumelioti.
19.
Poem: “BRIDGE OF DREAMS”
Poet: Biswanath Kar
From: Cuttack ,Odisha ,Indiaย
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
So many dreams and so many feelings
In the rainbowโs colourful haunting bow
A golden bridge between reality n dreams
The legends of love and deceptionโs show
A bridge between beliefs and disbeliefs
A bridge between love and unlove of life
Rainbow acts a role by its colourful verses
Between truth and untruth playing the fife.
This is where the hope and faith blossoms
The desire of making the dreams to reality
This is a bridge of making winds to calms
A coloured arc of peace creating fraternity.
Oh rainbow! Oh rainbow my dreamer bow
The poetโs imagination and creativity arc
Your colours where joys jump and glow
A bride of dreams and reality hope n cark.
ยฉยฎ Biswanath Kar
20.
Poem: A Woman of Hue
Poet: Muammar Al-Sufiani.
From: Yemen ๐พ๐ช
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
A blue-earth hat,
a white winter dress,
sunglasses of sunny skies,
and shoes of night’s leather…
she whispered,
“I am the one…
who chooses…
your style…
between voice and paper…
A Woman of Hue.”
ยฉยฎ Muammar Al-Sufiani.
21.
Poem: Ray of Hope
Poet: Arbind Kumar Choudhary
From:India
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 24 March 2026.
Tarandeep is a ray of hope
Who knows the ropes
To arouse hopes
Against many a forlorn hope?
Thaldeep is the cream of the crop
Who plays his last trump
For the king of crops
Amidst many a snailโs gallop?
Tejpratap is the Maharana Pratap
Who makes a death trap
For the long last sleep of the black sheep
Amidst many a foxโs sleep?
How can Tandeep make a clean sweep
Amidst many a sinking ship?
ยฉยฎ Arbind Kumar Choudhary
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