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01.
Poem: “Girl”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Hi Girl!
How are you?
You are a women.
You are a mother.
You are a daughter.
You are a sister.
You are a wife.
Never speak loudly,
Parent says,
Brother says,
Grand parent say,
Society says;
Because you are a girl.
Never go out alone;
Neighbor says,
Parent says,
Brother says,
Grand parents say,
Society says;
Because you are a girl.
Male-dominated society says ;
Stop smile loudly,
Stop your mouth,
Stop your running,
Stop your learning,
Stop your dreaming,
Stop your singing,
Stop your speaking;
Because you are a girl;
But why?
You are a girl,
You have energy and power,
You are a mother;
You can birth child
You are a wife;
You can make sweet world.
You are a daughter;
You can love all.
So never stop to speaking,dreaming,learning,singing and smiling.
Because you are a supper powerful WOMEN.
©️ ®️ Afroza Jesmine.
02.
Poem: “WOMAN”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER.
From: Türkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Woman is a mother, warm and kind,
Woman is a sister close in mind,
Woman is a lover, heart’s desire,
Woman is a wife who lights love’s fire.
Woman is the teacher of our way,
Light that makes the darkest home feel day,
She is the foundation strong and true—
Of every nation rising into view.
Woman at the workplace every day,
Woman in the markets on the way,
Woman on the roads and in the street,
Woman in the halls where leaders meet.
In the councils where decisions start,
Guiding minds with wisdom from her heart;
In this world the good she helps to build—
Standing firm when justice must be willed.
Warmest love is shining deep in her,
Peace and trust within her arms occur;
Mercy, justice sparkle in her sight—
Woman is a sacred gift of light.
Just one day can never be her due,
Every month the year should honor too;
Even tea shared kindly at the table
Turns to gifts that only she is able.
All the world could never pay her worth,
Know her value while you walk the earth;
Teaching love to people far and near—
Woman plants the seeds of kindness here.
Woman deserves beauty, grace and art,
For her smile is love within the heart;
Tender mercy living in her soul—
She’s the world’s bright jewel, its shining whole.
When you see her, bow with deep respect,
Give the love and honor you reflect;
Her true worth no time could ever pay—
Woman is the joy of life’s own way.
©️ ®️ Mustafa Naci ÖZER
03.
Poem: “LOVE”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
I will not write poems missing Mother
my family would read them and feel sad
I will not write of being away
for the heart makes a home wherever it stays
I will not write poems of longing
for the lover of my school years
I will not return to childhood days
playing in mud under the rain
I will play with my puppy Pebble
Admiring the mischievous butterflies
Crossing streams and climb hills alone
Listening to sparrows sing in pairs
I am deeply in love, receiving and offering
Savouring the fullness of morning sunlight
Forget the countless seasons of hardship
And dry the sorrow on my shoulders
I will hold a piece of such delicious lolly
On the lips of my lyrical sweetheart
I will leave a fragment of my soul behind
To cradle the pain that might reborn
I will be a bright and fresh sunflower
On the opening page of the book he reads
I am deeply in love, hopefully till a long while
Beyond Valentine seasons, beyond his shyness
Vo Thi Nhu Mai
04
Poem: “Women “
Poet:EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece 🇬🇷
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
We are changing the world
We are powerful with our womb
Now they’re creating machines
To create children
To educate children
To take care of the elders
Women
We need to remember our birth sign
We need to beat the beast
All together
Women
We are the rising star
We are the sun and the moon
Women
We can bring the harmony in this chaotic world
©️ ®️ EVA Petropoulou Lianou
05.
Poem: “When Unmarried Daughters in Birth Home:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
My mother feels burden when unmarried daughters are in home.
My mother feels so when I am in home.
Even I do best she blames me falsely as her enemy.
She seems never happy in my promotion of writings.
She can not see my positive talk in front of her.
To endure much in birth home is like poisoning the life.
Foremost is the mother and sister- in- laws to dominate daughter.
She is the first one to dominate the daughter and she teaches other family members to dominate me.
She thinks daughter as enemy.
She feels enemy to daughter even daughters support fully.
She wants only money even from broken character of daughter.
She never is happy in fame of daughters.
Unmarried state is angry to her.
Daughter is cursed by mother even daughter is saving her existence.
It is due to mother, daughter is fearful to secure her existence.
Mother is foremost enemy to cause insecurity to daughters.
I feel so in home and room.
Because she is patriarchal mother.
She wants money from daughters to nourish her sons home.
She is enemy to same sex and positive to opposite sex.
It is due to her non-sense mind.
When she does not see money earning in daughter’s hand she always curses her daughter.
She always curses blaming falsely to decrease her good character and good doings.
©️ ®️ Til Kumari Sharma
06.
Poem: “MAKE ME A LITTLE ROOM “
Poet: Kujtim Hajdari.
From: Albania
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
You laugh at morning like a ray,
With crimson dawn upon your face;
You set my heart on fire’s bright play,
With love that fills me—sweet with grace.
Your step, a doe’s, so light, so brave,
It breaks the years beneath your feet;
Head high, a lady—proud you pave,
As if you’d bite the world you meet.
So sweet you are, though far away,
You set my heart alight again;
I tremble like a tree that sways,
When you say, “Good morning,” then.
Don’t tell me, “Why that rose you chose,
Amid the flowers, there to find?”
Don’t tell me why I mixed the throes—
Your voice for the nightingale in mind.
Your eyes lift me as if in the air,
Your look caresses, soft and true;
Goddess or not—I can’t forbear,
This fire is choking me in you.
Don’t take it wrong, I beg you—please:
Within your spirit’s open land,
Let me slip in for moments’ peace—
In a dream, at least, make me some room.
©️ ®️ Kujtim Hajdari
07.
Poem: “The Decade of Fear”
Poet: Hassan Ajbouh
From: Morocco
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
1. Don’t be afraid… Cut through doubt with a needle
Scatter your madness and gather your senses, and trust
2. Don’t be afraid… Wait for a Syrian ululation
To capture the snoring and abandon the warning
3. They said: Alas! The tribes replied
“We obey, O Shanghai”
4. Don’t be afraid… The night is comforting for owls
And your night has been conquered by the Romans
Leave the mummies, leave the saints
And seize a spherical dance to make you forget the calculations of fools
5. Don’t be afraid… For every minute of your life
Your teeth have played salt
For every cigarette you’ve borrowed
Must swallow you up at dawn
6. Leave the TV clouds
Your cloud is opium, packed in cartons
It frightens your shadow and gives your imagination wheat
7. Don’t be afraid… You are the big ant
Under your command, the ears of grain collapse
And the sparrows tremble
8. Maneuver as you wish and forgive the drowned
They are extras, and others are tempted
9. Leave the summer and the cricket’s melodies
And disappear with the autumn, with the Tatar tunes
10. Don’t be afraid… Fear is a lie
You are just a painter, lacking colors
Look for them there or here, and beware of the chameleon’s selfie.
©️ ®️ Hassan Ajbouh
Bio: Hassane Ajbouh is a Moroccan writer, critic, and creative writer. His published works include: – A joint poetry collection “Shado in Love and Life” published by the University of Moroccan Creators. – A joint short story collection “Marafie” published by the Iraqi magazine Basriatha. – A joint book “Stories Crossing Continents” published by Dar Scribayb in 2023. – participing to international book ” – all together 5 ” in usa 2025 – antolgie water of life in malaysia 2025 He has also published critical studies on novels and short stories in local and Arab newspapers. He holds several positions, including: – Cultural Advisor to the World Organization for Creativity for Peace (London – Morocco branch) – Editor-in-Chief of S.I.M ( snippets international magazine ) – Editor-in-Chief of Sefrou Cultural Magazine – Editor-in-Chief of Iqaa’ Al-Adab magazine – Member of the Board ofh Directors of several groups, forums, and magazines – Designer and judge for various literary competitions.
08.
Poem: “Endless soulmates!”
Poet: Jesús Rafael Marcano Guzmán
From: Venezuela
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
It’ll probably drizzle in
the darkest city.
The Divinity
is in my God interior
I’m a eternal star.
My heart is candle
and I am eternity!
I’m a Buddha.
—Philosophical and mistics Senryūs of free meter of the venezuelan writer and poet
©️ ®️ Jesús Rafael Marcano Guzmán.
Bio: Jesús Rafael Marcano Guzmán (Maturín, Venezuela, 1993) Founder of Sakura Centro Cultural de Arte y Literatura Japonesa and the Jaykismo Movement. He is a member of the EIDOS International Artistic Movement (headquartered in France) and currently serves as President of the EIDOS International Artistic Movement, Venezuela-Asia chapter. He stands out for his work as an author of bilingual works in Chinese and Spanish, establishing himself as an important promoter of Sinology and Asian literature in Ibero-America. He has published research on the influence of Chinese religion and philosophy on culture and language for the Association of Chinese Schools in Spain, one of which was translated into French and published in TingaNews Magazine (Burkina Faso, 2026). He is a contributor to the cultural magazine China Bambú, Dragones y Tinta (Spain, 2025), the portal Japón desde Japón (2025), and a columnist for the Spanish newspaper Siglo XXI. His poetic work abroad includes the publication of haikus in English in the Greek magazine Homo Universalis (2026). In February 2026, the Greek magazine Polis Magazino published a series of his haikus in a bilingual Greek- English edition to commemorate World Greek Language Day, edited by Eva Petropoulou Lianou. This publication consolidates his work as a multilingual author and promoter of poetry and Asian literature in Ibero-America and Europe. His most notable published works include Hanasaki (2021) and Haikus (2025) under the seal of Editorial Giraluna, among others. Recognitions and Memberships: · First place poetry prize at the first “Aventuras de papel” exhibition (Mar del Plata, 2024) · Prof. Ciro Artemio Constantino Álvarez International Award by the Royal International Academy of Art and Literature (Mexico, 2024) · Member of the Andrés Eloy Blanco Society of Poets. · Member of the Latin American Poetry Route (Monagas State).
09.
Poem: “Peaceful Day”
Poet: JoyAnne O’Donnell
From:
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Flowing and glowing like delicate flowers
Within April’s hours
On rose petals
Bringing sweet perfume
As bright as noon
On green meadows
with trees shadows
We’re shade is enjoyed
And picnic bring happiness
In a basket of fruit
Filled with the sun.
©️ ®️JoyAnne O’Donnell
10.
Poem: “WHERE LOVE LEARNS TO SPEAK”
Poet: Dr. Vasanth Kumar vp
From:India
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
76th When I babble, you find sweet
Your voice becomes my dripping sweet
Your laughter melts my guarded song
Even silence gently sings your song.
Your eyes cradle my waking dreams
I live quietly inside those dreams
Your presence fuels my inner light
Faith within me softly shines light.
Your touch teaches my heart peace
Your love gently grants blooming peace
Each moment here truly belongs you
My world now finds meaning you.
©️ ®️Royal Amb Dr. Vasanth Kumar vp
Bio: Dr. Vasanth Kumar VP is a distinguished High School Teacher, prolific poet with over 800 English poems, and a celebrated global humanitarian. He serves as Vice President of Asia and International Co-Ordinator of the Global Literary Temple (GLT), and as Child Rescue Ambassador with the Iqra Foundation. Honored as The Most Powerful Thinker of 2021 by GLT, he is also a No. 1 Amazon Bestselling Co-Author and contributor to four international anthologies. His global recognition includes appointments as International Ambassador (Morocco), Humanity Ambassador (UAE), and Adviser (Kaduna, Nigeria). He holds an Honorary Doctorate from Nigeria, a Global Peacemaker Doctorate from the UAE, and has been awarded the Certificate of Honor and Respect (UAE). With a Hyper Poem entered in the Guinness Book of World Records and the World’s Most Celebrated Poetry Award from Texas, USA, Dr. Vasanth Kumar VP continues to inspire as a voice of literature, peace, and humanity.
11.
Poem: “Teach mee how to live”
Poet: Qo‘narova Yulduzxon
From: Uzbekistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Mother, I have grown weary of this world,
Do not ask me why I no longer wish to live.
Burned within the embrace of misfortune,
Teach me how to live.
My chest feels broken, burdens pile upon me,
Every day my tears pour out sorrow.
This world seems narrow before my eyes,
Teach me how to live.
My heart is filled with pain and grief,
I feel as if I am no longer needed by anyone.
I have only one request from you all:
Teach me how to live.
Deceptive words leave me helpless,
Even when fate strikes its blows.
The удар of destiny has been heavy on me,
Teach me how to live.
No one knows the suffering I have endured,
My sorrows endlessly scratch at my heart.
My face may smile, yet my soul is crying,
Teach me how to live.
I constantly weep, wounded by fate,
Tell me—what is my sin?
Right now my world is a dark house of grief,
Teach me how to live.
I have burned in many fires,
I am tired and exhausted from life’s trials.
Before misfortune I remain helpless,
Teach me how to live.
Teach me how to live.
©️ ®️ Qo‘narova Yulduzxon
12.
Poem: “be mindful”
Poet: Mary Garde
From: Vancouver Island
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
one thing I’m not going
to do today
not drive me crazy
from things
I’m not in control
I won’t let the news
bring me down
I won’t let the sound
of outside take me away
from a pleasant thought
I will enjoy something
my mind brings forward
so I can say words
I know bring me joy
even if I have to pretend
I’ll say them over
and over again
keep me aware
my mind
is in control.
©️ ®️ Mary Garde( mkap)
13.
Poem: “UZBEKISTAN”
Poet: Abdug’aniyeva Muhlisa
From: Uzbekistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
You are my beloved country, O Uzbekistan,
Your golden wheat grows in
your bosom.
Your soil is sacred, every leaf is free,
Your beauty captivates the world.
A land where the breath of ancestors breathed,
The sound of history is in each of your stones.
You embody a great dignity,
The sweet prayer in the hearts of my people.
The glue that strives for a new horizon,
Life shines in the eyes of your youth.
May this soul and heart be sacrificed for you,
The future calls us to the sky.
May you always be safe in the world,
Like a pearl sparkles in each leaf of yours.
May your glory spread everywhere, in every direction,
Our happiness is all in your bosom.
©️ ®️Abdug’aniyeva Muhlisa
14.
Poem: ” In the Deep, Remembering Hugo, Lashes”
Poet:Yvonne Weekes
From: Barbados/Montserrat
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
There is a tourist sea
and then there is our sea,
darker than the pools of my own eyes,
a sea which spits vomit
over fishermen’s boats
lands sargassum atop ancient roofs,
expels the plastics of our lives
with sand over potholed streets.
This wild warlike sea, crazy
with no respect even for the holy,
sinking our lives without mercy,
exposing our salty misery,
comes through our cities
without even so much as a wind
to hold it back down, and all
now my blood running
cold, and I am wondering
how big the ocean is to hold
so many boats and ghosts?
©️ ®️ Yvonne Weekes
Bio: Dr Yvonne Weekes is an Arts Educator, Academic and award wining Writer. Her books include Volcano (Peepal Tree Press, 2006) Nomad – a collection of poems (House of Nehesi/HNP) and Pandemic Moments –a poetry collection co-authored with the late Professor Howard Fergus (Fergus Publishing). She is a co-editor of Disaster Matters (HNP) an anthology of 51 writers from 19 Caribbean territories which explore through poetry, drama and prose issues surrounding climate change; and editor of Voices: Dramatic Monologues for Caribbean Actors (HNP) a collection of 35 dramatic monologues, sixteen of which were written by her and now extensively used as a resource by teachers across the Caribbean in their Performing Arts classes. Her most recent poetry collection is entitled Living Stone.
15.
Poem: “From an Old Toast”
Poet: Muammer Al Sufiani
From: Yemen 🇾🇪
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Tomorrow I’ll celebrate the wound, and you’ll be all the guests.
I’ll drink from the grapes of your eyes a cup..
wrenched by time for me in circles.
God won’t punish a drunkard in injustice from an old toast.
©️ ®️ Muammer Al Sufiani
16.
Poem: “TEACHER’ S DAY”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
From: Albania
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Today by us is teacher’ s day and our mission is clear:
to explain students and pupils for humanity and a better future…
But when we see the oligarks promise something other and are doing agression in different parts of the world,
it is not anymore so easy to know which is the true word.
The world is really too busy!
No one can feel safe,
but teachers must continue and have to be brave!
We say loud: with our clever students we are proud.
They do different questions,
sometimes we forget what really is our missions!
©️ ®️ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
17.
Poem: “THE POET’S SOUL SEEKS PEACE”
Poet: LAN QYQALLA
From: Prishtina, Republika of Kosovo
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
In this sorrowful night,
where light sinks into darkness,
clouds veil the moon’s desire to shine,
and frightened stars withdraw
like dimmed lanterns in a sea of shadow.
The murmur of the river drapes the night
in a shroud of black,
like the poet’s soul seeking peace
amid the atelier of ruin.
The seas clash in storms,
oceans scream with pain,
icebergs shatter the ships
that once carried human hope.
Hungry whales hunt for bleeding victims
in this funeral dance of the twenty-first century.
Human cruelty rises like smoke from hell,
polluting the breath of life.
From the mountains, fairies cry out:
“Awake, O man, from the slumber of blindness!
Do not extinguish the innocent stars!”
And perhaps one day,
when life no longer pierces the heart like a blade,
we shall understand
the stars were never guilty.
They were light in this world,
but you, hungry whales,
never learned to see them as stars.
©️ ®️Lanqyqalla
Bio: Bio: LAN QYQALLA, Prishtina, Republika of Kosovo. graduated from the Faculty of Philology in the branch of Albanian language and literature in Prishtina, from Republika of Kosovo. He is a professor of the Albanian language in the Gymnasium. Lani is the Editor-in Chief of the international cultural and artistic magazine ORFEU, which is published in many languages in Pristina, the capital of Kosovo. He is also the editor of the cultural show ORFEU on TV Jupiteri7 channel on YouTube. He wrote poems, stories, drama, novels in Pristina. He has written in many newspapers, portals, Radio, TV, and Magazines in the Albanian language and in English, bangu, Romanian, Francophone, Turkish, Arabic, Italian, Greek, Swedish, Hindu, Spanish, Korean. Vietnam, Bosnian. Chine etc. He published the books: Autumn of love in Pristina-Collection of poems, 2022 Pristina ;Parfumul iubirii, Bucharest, 2020 ; LORA, poetic collection in Turkish, Albanian, franchis, Rumanian,Sweden, Polish Language etc.. He lives and works in Pristina, Kosovo.
18.
Poem: “In the Corridors of Dreams”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar
From: Pakistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
In the quiet corridors of slumber,
my soul unfolds its hidden rooms,
where shadows whisper forgotten truths,
and silent rivers carry the weight of unspoken desires.
Each dream, a fragile mirror,
reflecting fragments of my eternal self,
the laughter I lost, the tears I never shed,
the love that bloomed in secret gardens of my heart.
I wander through these fleeting visions,
and in their delicate illusions,
I recognize the infinity within me,
the boundless light that neither time nor fear can dim.
©️ ®️ Saeeda Akhtar
19.
Poem: “Sacred Soil”
Poet: Juraeva Aziza Rakhmatovna
From: Uzbekistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Living in your land, my homeland, is like paradise,
Your fruits are sweet, tasting like honey.
You will forever live within our hearts,
Your soil is fertile and rich with harvest.
Your people are hospitable, radiant and kind,
Where else can such a hardworking nation be found?
Your traditions are truly beautiful,
My homeland shines like a bright star.
©️ ®️ Juraeva Aziza Rakhmatovna
20.
Poem: “MOON BE A WITNESS “
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
My moon, who stands high and shines like a mirror,
all that I will tell you, bring down to earth:
My husband sent me wood to cut
and when I finish the work… stones to load!…
I could not turn back from the unfortunate conversation‧
the riddle of the night early to solve…
I take a scythe and a rope with me in the bag
and I set off towards the place that leads to the ravine.
I was moving forward and he was following me, behind…
but, with what he had in mind, I could not touch!…
and so like the lamb that goes to the slaughter and does not bleat,
so I also moved forward to the scythe of Charon!…
When I arrived at the grove and began to chop
he grabbed me by the neck to watch you!….
I was fighting in his hands lest I even breathe‧
and my unjust ruin, I am chatting with you .
Moon, be a witness and bear witness to him‧
my lifeless body, upright, stand up again!
I have left my child asleep in his cradle‧
I am soaked in my milk… He will be hungry!….
©️ ®️ Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
21.
Poem: “Where Love Keeps the World Steady”
Poet: Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
From: Pakistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Your love
does something quiet to the body،
it steadies the pulse
like a calm hand on a restless river.
The heart stops stumbling over fear,
thoughts stop wandering
through dark corridors of doubt,
and sleep arrives
without bargaining with the night.
But love is not only a medicine
for two breathing souls.
True love
is wider than a room,
deeper than a whisper
shared between two shadows.
It is the courage
to notice the empty plate
beside someone else’s chair.
What good is a peaceful heartbeat
if the world outside the window
is trembling with hunger?
So let love grow larger.
Let it leave the safety
of poetry and promises
and walk barefoot into the streets
where cupboards echo
and mornings begin without bread.
Let love learn
the names of the forgotten.
Let it knead flour into dignity,
carry water across tired miles,
plant seeds where poverty
has tried to erase tomorrow.
Because a heart that is truly calm
does not beat only for itself.
It listens.
It hears the quiet argument
between a child and an empty stomach.
It hears the silence of mothers
stretching hope
like the last piece of dough.
And then it acts.
Love builds tables
long enough for strangers.
Love breaks bread
until no one must divide hunger from sleep.
Love turns fields green again
where despair once planted dust.
In such a world
blood pressure would not rise with worry,
dreams would not shrink with poverty,
and sleep would come
like a blessing over every roof.
Your love steadies my heart.
But the love we owe the world
must steady the earth.
And one day،
when no child counts stars
instead of meals,
when no mother trades silence for survival،
the seasons will open like gardens,
bread will pass from hand to grateful hand,
and humanity will discover
that the truest form of love
was never only between two hearts،
it was the courage
to keep the whole world
alive.
Post
©️ ®️ Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
22.
Poem: “Watercolor painting”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic
From: Serbia/Canada
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
You are painting and you have already washed everything
with water so that the colors are in such layers
and you are careful with the shades.
It’s all in the shades, you say.
That’s how you are in life,
you don’t express yourself quickly about something
and you use all kinds of excuses to avoid
or kept your opinion silent.
It’s all in the shades.
When, very rarely, you have a guiding thought
a certain musical theme is heard throughout the world
which aims to characterize you,
as a person or an event related to you,
which is always repeated when appearing on
stage you as a hero and in memory of that particular event.
It is so important to tell the world what you think,
without hesitation.
You are not a man inexperienced
in the art or your art of silence
you are not a layman, you know a lot.
You recognize the shades of life in the world.
You sometimes feel like
a man running with a burning torch
and you think everyone sees it like
at the opening of the Olympic Games.
And only you see the hot and liquid mass
that volcanoes throw out
which flows from them and which,
when cooled, hardens like stone
painting his washed-out pictures in shades.
And you won’t even admit to yourself
that you felt the eruption of the world
still silent.
In its shades…
Yes, you felt the avalanche
powerful mass, as a contrast,
that destroys everything in front of it.
That you felt both hot and cold.
©️ ®️Tanja Ajtic
23.
Poem: “The Tear of the Candle”
Poet: Bania Sofia
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Against the darkness, a small candle stands silent.
It drips like a secret tear of the night to nourish its flame,
so that it can live while its body slowly melts
until it is lost in nonexistence.
Its flame shines like a small sun in the night.
But it can also stir the soul
and set it on fire with its light
paying the price with its sacrifice;
Its own body melts in the silence of the night
to become light in the hearts of people.
Because no light is born for free.
But within its last drop lies a secret victory.
The light it gave birth ignited other small flames.
And it became a seed of light that travels from soul to soul,
leaving indelible marks on people
teaching them that only those who dare to burn become sparks of light.
©️ ®️ Bania Sofia
24.
Poem: “Complete but Different”
Poet: Sarah Robinson
From: England
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
I have awoken in a vulnerable state of panic and
emotional realization.
Harsh seasons have consistently chipped away at my
composure leaving the fragments to hide in the tall
grass.
I’m honestly not sure what has even gone missing, but it
feels like;
My smile
Hope
Optimisim
Calmness
Youth
Ambition
A pack of 20 cigarettes
….. Myself
The gaping void has become quickly filled with;
Anger
Rage
Regret
Paranoia
Depression
Age & wrinkles
Anxiety
Guilt
Chewing gum
……..something other than myself
©️ ®️ Sarah Robinson
25.
Poem: “PEACE”
Poet: ADALET EROĞLU
From: AZERBAIJAN
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Peace to our world!
Let the guns fall silent for a moment.
Let the earth be wiped clean,
This ignorance, this darkness.
Enough tears,
The blood shed, these cries.
Let hopes take wing,
Let names be written in history.
Let the white dove spread its wings,
Let the skies be filled with light again!
Let the loud voice of justice come,
Let justice triumph again!
©️ ®️ ADALET EROĞLU
26.
Poem: “Mirrors of Interpretation”
Poet: Ahmed Aziz El-Din Ahmed
From: Egypt
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
I stood before the mirrors for a long time, searching for the secret of my ailing self.
I gaze at the face of my dream, and it appears *** like a flock of illusions that were once small.
The mirrors say: I will grant your light, but contemplate your visions a little.
If you know the truth, then ask *** Why does the echo disappear, impossible?
Why is it that when thought touches something, it vanishes and leaves behind a feeble illusion?
Why do we distort the path of truth *** until the path becomes a path of impossibility?
Do I know that it is me, or do I see it as the hand of illusion drawing my line as a mirage?
Every time I say: This is my certainty, *** it changes until it becomes impossible.
I stood before the shadows, and asked them: *** Am I truly a glorious shadow?
I startled myself, and went searching for myself, and the interpretation was a torrent.
I roam the vast distance in the strange question, carrying in my palm the impossible.
All meanings are mirrors that reflect, but they show you the mirage as palm trees.
Its forms change constantly, as if it had a thousand sickly faces.
And if I said: I understand her well, *** she would appear like a distant, unattainable phantom.
She calls to me: Read, but conceals the keys to a secret that will return to its original state.
Every reading of a text rekindles the burning of certainty, a heavy burning.
As if I were a book whose ink has worn away *** on its pages, and become a path
As if I were a stranger, searching for myself *** Oh, if only I had grasped the impossible
Who can define meanings with words? *** And who sees depth as a beautiful path?
If the path to truth is an illusion, then what is the way, and where is the guide?
I asked the mirrors, and they posed a question, and became impossible for my eyes!
©️ ®️ Ahmed Aziz El-Din Ahmed
Bio: Name: Ahmed Aziz El-Din Ahmed… from the Arab Republic of Egypt… Sohag Governorate… El-Maragha District… I am a writer, novelist, and poet with numerous published works, including poetry collections, short story collections, and novels. My unpublished literary output exceeds thirty-three works across all literary genres. I have won the Al-Mutanabbi Prize for Classical Arabic Poetry and other awards, such as the Naji Al-Tikriti Prize for International Short Story Creativity.
27.
Poem: “Wake Up Poet Rise Up”
Poet: Biswanath Kar
From: Cuttack, Odisha,India
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Words take on wings and fly around me
They bother me singing and dancing and
Jumping n whispering in my ears like a bee
They call me with a new rhythm and trend
Alphabets sit together with pairs at my table
With playful smile shake me n softly treat
Respectfully hand me pen and paper roll
Calling me softly wake up poet dear poet
Rise up poet the night is going to an end
See the polar is risen on the sky with beam
Like lovers words kiss me with love untold
Saying me it is time to rise and write poem
Open wide sleepy eyes in the lyric of words
They are under the veil with speaking eyes
Are sitting pretty at my bed like newly weds
Murmure with passion of creation of poems
Open the window and see the moonlit sky
Indescribable nature is spreading beauty
The magic of night seems new looky to eye
Wake up poet rise up to write lovely poetry.
©️ ®️ Biswanath Kar
28
Poem: “Love:A mystery”
Poet: Xrysoula Foufa
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Who knows life mysteries?
Who can tell what love is for certain?
Stars may sleep at night .
The sun may rest at midday.
Love cannot be explained easily.
Eye contact, mind attraction
physical appearance may lead to love.
Still ,there are stronger emotions that interact.
Who can read someone’s heart?
No palpable evidence.
No obvious causes of love.
Time makes changes.
Love is a hidden mystery
and a hidden treasure to be found .
©️ ®️ Xrysoula Foufa
29.
Poem: “Something Is Changing Me”
Poet: Shelton Gonkerwon
From: Liberia, West Africa.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Something unique is changing
Something amazing is changing me
Something very natural is changing me
Something is changing me deep in my mind
Something is changing me to always be kind
Something is changing me deep in my soul
Something is changing me deep in my heart
Something is changing me every other day
Something is changing me on what to say
Something is changing me as I make my way
Something is changing me from where I stay
Something called LOVE is changing me!!
Love gives absolute power to purge hatred
Love gives me power to love my brothers
Love gives me power to love my neighbors
Love gives me power to love my fellowmen
Love gives me power to love my own flowers
Yes, love is regularly changing me!
Something called WISDOM is changing me
Wisdom tells me to build my own kingdom
Wisdom tells me to always meditate wisely
Wisdom tells me to avoid the noisy multitude
Wisdom tells me to develop spiritual attitude
Wisdom tells me to always fear almighty God
Wisdom tells me to often use my assigned rod
Wisdom tells me to think and behave like man
Wisdom tells me to build and lead my own clan
Wisdom tells me to get used to my own crown
Wisdom tells me never to behave like a clown
Wisdom tells me to avoid the audience of fools
Wisdom tells me to always remain a vital tool
Something called TRUTH is changing me!!
Truth allows me to be fair in all my dealings
Truth tells me to remind men against stealing
Truth tells me to behave like chief, not like thief
Truth tells me to work hard not to sit & grief
Truth tells me it pays always remain truthful
Truth tells me to always be kind & not hateful
Something called POETRY is changing me!!
It makes me to see beyond the ordinary eyes
It makes me to meditate and write poetically
It makes to understand when the sky speaks
It makes me wake up in the middle of the night
It makes me to often exercise my poetic right
It teaches me how to raise my poetic height
Indeed, poetry is poetically changing me!!
©️ ®️ Shelton Gonkerwon
30
Poem: “MY SILENCE”
Poet: Melita Mely Ratković.
From: Yugoslavia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
Is a holy silence, completely
United spirit, soul, body,
By silence and prayer
Astrally connected to the essential
Nature, free from ego, vanity
Worldly worries, doubts
Illuminated by pure love
I open my eyes, listen to the beats
Of the heart, my breath is calm,
Energetic scars healed,
Resistant to the deceptions of material
Delusions, Illusory realities,
Bad conclusions, others’ and my own
I am free, I believe
In God’s providence, let it be…
©️ ®️ Melita Mely Ratković
Bio: Melita Mely Ratković is a poet, translator and international cultural activist with a strong academic commitment. Born in the former Yugoslavia, she currently lives and works in Novi Sad, Serbia. She has dedicated herself to poetry since early childhood, cultivating an expression that combines spiritual depth, symbolism and universal humanistic values. She is a translator of Spanish, Portuguese, English and Bengali. She acts as a literary ambassador for Serbia in Brazil and Spain and is an accredited international ambassador of the International Chamber of Writers and Artists (CIESART). Academic recognition and activity occupy a special place in her work. She was named an Immortal Academician and a full member of several prestigious international academies of culture, literature and art, among which are: Academia Mundial de Cultura y Literatura (AMCL) – Brazil, Academia Intercontinental de Artistas y Poetas (AIAP) – Brazil, Academia de Literatura, Música e Arte – ALMA – Brazil, Academia Biblioteca Mundial de Letras y Poesía (ABMLP). Her poetry and cultural engagement have been featured in numerous international anthologies, including the HYPERPOEM project for the Guinness Book of Records. She is the recipient of significant international awards, among which the third award “Zheng Nian Cup” (2023), the V Platinum Eagle (2024) and the World Award for Excellence stand out. Through academic and literary work, he contributes to connecting cultures, languages and spiritual values, leaving a recognizable mark in contemporary world literature.
31.
Poem: Ghosts Coming Home
Poet : Mohammed Al-Qaddafi Masoud
From: Libya.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
A question plants its roots
deep in the dirt,
grows in the rain of being far from home.
My heart calls out to its own beat
until I hit the point
where a mountain of trouble gives way.
I come back, wanting a meeting
set in the frame of “never can be,”
whispering to the strings of feeling,
spinning glances from threads.
Every time I grit my teeth and step toward it,
stride confident,
I try to catch a moment that time washes away,
yanked back by a wire of fear,
laughed at by how things are.
Like the road to Jerusalem,
the road to you feels impossible.
In my town, suspicions
are sharp tongues.
Love’s ghosts come home
carrying disappointments.
For you, my heart drifts in daydreams,
looking for a nest bullets can’t find,
a road where the poet meets
a rose named Fatima.
Her nails are short, won’t scratch what’s proper,
her tongue is soft,
dripping honey-words.
Nothing in front of me, nothing behind.
All the talking’s done…
just silver linings of sadness.
No sweetheart do I trust
who’s fluent in every tongue.
Every time the sun comes close,
I fail to catch a ride on my own shadow.
©️ ®️ Mohammed Al-Qaddafi Masoud
Translation Dr . Salwa Goda
Bio: The poet Mohammed Al Gaddafi Masoud (known as Abu Salah), born in 1978 in Gharyan, Libya, holds a theater diploma from Tripoli’s Jamal Al- Din Al-Miladi Institute (2000) and is the author of several collections, including lyrical poetry (We Woke Up to Joy, 2006) and journalistic dialogues (My Dialogues with Them, 2008). Widely published across the Arab world, his work has been translated into numerous languages—English, Chinese, Spanish, Polish, French, Italian, and Albanian—and appeared in international print and online journals from Spain to Argentina. In 2024, he was selected as one of 72 global poets for an Italian-language anthology curated by Angela Costa, reflecting his broadening transnational literary presence.
32.
Poem: “Good vibes Ribbons shop”
Poet: Indrajit Roy.
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
I hear when birds wake up and
reach my windows. Biscuits
are kept for hearing.
Dreams were crisp like cookie pots, we learnt to cry.
Eyes full of ribbon images, spending days, sitting inside
strange women.Unknown, mindless chatter of
well clad women and men shadows.
Ribbons flying in coridoors,
I see you nowhere now.
Only began to cry inside silent,
cold shops and bazaars.
©️ ®️ Indrajit Roy.
33.
Poem: My Choice — I Choose Otherwise
Poet: Samad Daud
From: Pakistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 10 March 2026.
The light, to light on the light
is my choice
— I CHOICE OTHERWISE — it’s
the light to light my choose.
Because this choice is unshackle
From the cage of darkness!
An awakening was unfolding by
Yearning;
Of restless beyond from the
threshold.
My choice was wildflower,
Others’ Echo was Yearning.
The light, to light on the light by the light
is my existence
The mark of darkness was footprints
So — my choice lost the way of darkness
The temptation, Crossroads, tides, cage
is my otherwise without my choice
The aurora of Illumination was beacon
of my Spark
So — The dawn with Radiance was
Just amber
Defiance, Conviction, Independence,
Bravery, Perseverance and determination —
These often creates my choice — I Choose
Otherwise —
©️ ®️ Samad Daud
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