Look friends! “The 59th Edition of Primelore Writer’s Heven”

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This is the 59th Edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Read and enjoy. Here we published more new poems for you.
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01.
Poem: “AFROZA’S PRIMELORE”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Australia
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

Voices begin to gather
Stories drift across borders
Seeking a place to rest
In that gentle order
PRIMELORE begins to shine

Each poem is a heartbeat
Each line is the scent of language
Tuning the wind for harmony
PRIMELORE remembers us all

A single page reflects hundred dawns
A single word is a season of thought
Readers wander through this landscape
PRIMELORE becomes a destination

Poems are gardens of love
That can sing the song of peace
I love it when my poem fits
In the unity of Afroza’s PRIMELORE
©® Vo Thi Nhu Mai.



02.

Poem: “The AI society”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou 🇬🇷
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

Good morning with likes
With pixels
With screens

But no faces
No human touch in our hybrid day

We are talking to machines
We are sharing feelings with our animals
But we are not communicating with anyone in real life

In our virtual minds
It’s their decisions
Who’s is
They?

All our lives
Is a lie
Or a dream?

Waiting to buy a house
With money they haved already
Taxed without giving to you

You want a family
But you can create it
Because all men
Become Princess
And they are asking for
Jewels and support
The women
Are alone in this madness
Trying to keep balance

In meantime
Cities become graveyards
With rats everywhere to eat rars

Unknown people hates eachother
This is the world they have create…
But my world is poetry
Verses everywhere
Paper and books
Full of colourful inages
Words that…
Care
Love
Hope

Surviving is writing about feelings
You are affraid to accept in your stomach

Feel them
Write about them
Share with others

©® EVA Petropoulou Lianou



03.
Poem: “LET VIOLENCE DISAPPEAR”
Poet: Mustafa Naci Özer.
From: TÜRKİYE
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

The sun, the air, the river’s song,
In humankind, both heart and strong.
Evil’s a pit where chills belong —
We fight its makers, right or wrong!

Friendship’s a gift the earth bestows,
It binds all souls, in peace it grows.
I say: “Embrace with gentle glow,”
Against the breakers, we shall go!

Nature gives blessings, pure and wide,
Not to share steals peace inside.
To leave, to silence, to turn aside —
Against oppression, we confide!

From end to end of the selfsame land,
We follow joy with joined hand.
The stars unite us, bright and grand,
If violence speaks, we understand.
For freedom’s light, we take our stand!
©® Mustafa Naci Özer



04.
Poem: “The Sun in Winter”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

Hello Winter!
Hello Winter sun !
Listen to me;
I am a street persion,
I have no home,
I have no worm clothes.
I have no delicious foods,
I have no clean water for drinking.
I have no bed for sleeping,
I have no blanket,
I have no mosquito-net,
I sleep in the railway station,
I feel cold cold and cold!
Finally I fall asleep.
I wake up every day to the warmth of the sun.
I love the winter sun in the morning.
The warmth of winter;
Brings back memories of parents’ love.
But I don’t know about my parents’,

©® Afroza Jesmine



05.
Poem: “Struggle of Life:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

Journey of life is beautiful.
It is the life of the light.
The beauty of foot traveling is painful and tearful too.
Life is struggle of life.
It is painful emotion in tiredness.
It is respect.
My journey is memorable.
Those teachers and institutions who read and take my books are our intellectual in journey together.
Journey of educational tour and our friends,
The journey is wounded but memorable.
Journey of life is also hard to reach.
©® Til Kumari Sharma



06.
Poem: “A NATIONAL CALL FOR JUSTICE”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqir
From: Albania .
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

We gathered on our Capital City
And called once more for justice :
Just to protect human’ s right,
To have reall humanity…
Not years long to keep people in prison,
Only with fabrication, without any real reason!
Since five years there are people under searching,
Without any deciding…
Something we doubt it is going wrong,
There is no reasonable a searching to continue so long.
Nobody can believe on such tales,
There are hiden abusers with the truth,
But people are on syrgyn and it seems to be too ruth!
To find real crimes, it’ s normal on one year,
But so long it is unhuman and wild!
There must be any manipulation,
As soon as possible we like to find a real solution!
©® Shaip Zeqir Zeqir



07.
Poem: “HOPE REMAINS FOR TOMORROW “
Poet: FADWA ATTIA
From: EGYPT
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

Time flies, and we run with it.
Our nights slip away, and we slip away with the days.
If only we could make the most of our lives!
Our memories fade, but our days remain.
Our love, our lives, with their sweetness and bitterness, remain as they are.
We need to live only once, but the moments of our lives slip away in vain.
Hope remains for tomorrow, to reclaim our lost happiness.
Return, beautiful days,to bring back the moments we need.
And hope remains for tomorrow.
©® FADWA ATTIA



08.
Poem: “Time”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic.
From: Serbia/Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

The rain is come,
the downpour
that washed everyting
all nature
relentlessly
and too much
for one life
without an umbrella
for a life without
a raincoat.
Broke sky
crying
for us and
instead of us
small
as we
hurt everything we touch.
Us small and sinful,
and then it rained
to bathe us and
remind us to be better people.
And time
flows irretrievably and does not stop
until we reach the station
where we need to get off
and get on another train
into another dimension and
projection
into another form that is purgatory
to the future life of a
new, sinless one
like babies born
angels,
and then all over again
like nature, as animals
and people, we are born
and the rain doesn’t bother us
because it is like holy water
falls and cleans the world.
It makes us get away from it
instead of dancing in the rain.
©® Tanja Ajtic
Bio:
Tanja Ajtic was born in Belgrade, Serbia. She studied and lived in Serbia, and worked for sixteen years at the Federal Court of Yugoslavia in Belgrade. She is a poet, writer, and visual artist, specializing in fine graphics using the linocut technique. Since 2002, she has lived and created in Canada, returning to Belgrade, Serbia, in the summer of 2023.
Tanja is a member of many literary groups and associations, including the prestigious Society of Writers of Belgrade. Her poems and stories have been published in over two hundred collections, anthologies, e-books, and magazines, in twelve languages. She is the author of the book Outlines of Love and has participated with her works at numerous international book fairs.
Her awards include:
 Second Prize from the Serbian Library in London, Great Britain (2019)
 III World Prize for Excellence “Cesar Vallejo,” Lima, Peru (2021)
 I International Award of Excellence “Cita Del Glateo” – IX Edition, Rome, Italy (2022)
 Naji Naaman Literary Prize, Honor Prize for complete works, Lebanon (2023)
 Third Prize, “Zheng Nian Cup” Literary Award, Beijing Mindfulness Literature Museum,
China (2023)
 Third Prize, Friedrich Schiller Interantional Literary Competition (2025). She continues to write poetry, short stories, haiku, and Gogyoshi poetry, while also working as a freelance graphic artist.




09.
Poem: “EMBRACING THE DIVERSITY “
Poet: Parvinder Nagi
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

Interacting through the sovereignty of our nations
A colourful tapestry woven across the culture
Bound in threads of inseparable customs
Weaving the fabric of unity
Playing the melodies of oneness
Building the spectrum of true shades
Together abiding by the constitution of our country
Vouching for integrity divine
Writing the anthem of equality
On every heart in diversity
Achieving the foundation of equality
Humming the melodies of togetherness
From the different walks of life
Striving for cohesion blending with harmonious trusts
Embracing the diversity
Enduring the strength of unity
Blending with love and compassion
A dance of genders enlightening life
Uniting hearts with threads so fine
Fighting against the odds of life
Cherishing the symphony of shadows of dance
Respecting the differences
Binding in peace and harmony
We live under the azure skies so blue!
©® Parvinder Nagi


10.
Poem: A Confession from the Rock
Poet: Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi
From: Yemen
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

Brimmed to the very edge is my imagination,
A multitude of words calls me forth
Upon a rock where a roaring wave breaks
The sea holds a voice that befits it,
And it has a passion for confessing to azure.

I shall call the one who inspired my verse
To carry me away from the clamor of place
To where sea and rock embrace,
Where the sky portrays meaning
With a gentle flash of lightning.

Come, O Muse,
To bear me—even as a shadow—
Toward beauty where God’s hand formed,
A word cast into towering billows.
That I may see you from there,
Unleashing your might with the roar,
Splitting the hardness of deaf rock,
And carving a hole wherein I may
Plunge my overflowing ocean,
For there are pearls that shall listen
To a tongue the earth has long forgotten.
©® Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi



11.
Poem: “Sunset with Elìàzãĥ”
Poet: Eliazah Ochieng
From: Kenya
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

“Honeysuckle hastily combs the rushing air,
In the meadow, scorched, withered petals begin to glow.
I can’t stop but breathe the sweet fragrance whispered,
I kept looking, as echoes of a sky ablaze sigh in the dark.
A horizon clustered in sunset hue reveals a great symphony,
As fading twilight bids farewell to delightful starry skies.”
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©® Eliazah Ochieng
Bio :
“Hi, I’m Eliazah Ochieng, a 24-year-old Kenyan with a passion for shaping young minds as a teacher. With a Bachelor of Education Arts with IT degree from Maseno University, I’ve developed a strong foundation in education and technology. When I’m not in the classroom, you can find me lost in a good book or crafting poetry. I’m also an aspiring author, working on bringing my creative ideas to life. I’m excited to see where my journey takes me



12.
Poem: “Another Thunder”
Poet: Nwankwo Victor Anayo (Avic)
From: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

Your last visit was like kindergarten kernel cracking
Though with a deafening menace
A reversal to the hands of time.
Yet another thunder lies in wait.

Bleak future beckons
Hidden in the heinous desires of kleptomaniacs.
The pot already boil in fury
Time and space empties into mystery.

The indomitable west may rule the sky.
The domestic thunder is about to be let loose.
Even as the vulnerable beings live in frailty
Across the Atlantic ocean life has lost taste.

Another thunder warms up
Who will stand his fire?
When the eternal dome melts away,
Who will tell the tales?

Wisdom whispers silently
But sanity is lost to noisy quests.
Will men forever sink with greed?
When souls are ruptured into sudden rapture.
©® Nwankwo Victor Anayo (Avic)
BIO:
The author is Nwankwo Victor Anayo with Avic’ as a creative name. A Nigerian of Igbo descent. Born on 20th May 1978. He studied History and International studies at the prestigious University of Nigeria Nsukka. His articles had featured in some magazines and his poems had earned lots of local and international online certificates, honours and awards. He has traveled widely. He is a prolific writer with interest in playwriting also where some of his works has been shot on home movies. He is a social crusader and community leader with some awards of recognition in his kitten. He is a happily married Catholic Christian



13.
Poem: “The House That Remembers Me”
Poet: Gopal Sinha
From: Hongkong,
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.
Somewhere in a remote village,
There stands a house,
Built by our ancestors,
Maintained with love and care,
Where generations lived in peace,
Duties, responsibilities, all shared,
A sense of security, they used to cherish,
Then time changed and so everything,
Joint families became rare something,
In search of job or children’s education,
Villages witnessed gradual migration,
The house where I spent my childhood,
Finally moved to town and cities,
For higher education or better livelihood,
Still remembers me fondly,
Waiting for my arrival one day eagerly.
©® Gopal Sinha,



14.
Poem: “Radiant day”
Poet: Dessy Tsvetkova
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

Smiling to the sun, morning has arrived.
A few little birds walk on the railing of my balcony.
My suitcase is ready, the door drives me,
I go out, destination is the weekend, free as falcon.
Smiling to the sun, I sit in the train.
Road is twisting spine all in front the eyes
Lovely glamourous day, in the sky flock of cranes,
in my palms crumbs of bread,
in my suitcase – a handful of rays.
©® Dessy Tsvetkova



15.
Poem: “I Do Not Stop”
Poet: Manik Chowdhury
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

Even when storms rage,
Even when thunder roars,
Even when the earth trembles beneath—
I do not retreat!

When fire comes to burn me,
I smile,
Because I know—
From ashes, the Phoenix rises!

The path that’s strewn with thorns—
That is my royal road.
I walk on, with bleeding feet,
But I do not cry.

With both hands I touch the sky,
My roar makes the mountains quake!

I did not bow yesterday,
Nor shall I bow today…

I have returned!
As smoke born of fire,
Sharper,
Brighter,
More indomitable!!
©® Manik Chowdhury



16.
Poem: “Pluck of love”
Poet: Alex Dieppe
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

She lies down, on her bed
And hear the plucking of him on her body
He plucks, gently
And the influx of love
Flood her body
Pluck, pluck, pluck
Like the pizzicato on the violin
And her, made into notes.
©® Alex Dieppe.



17.
Poem: “I will paint you with words”
Poet : Valentina Yordanova
From: Accordia (Bulgaria)
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025. I will paint with words my love,
But that one – sincere, big and tender.
We reflect in it. This is our world.
There under starfalling we stay with wishes.
I will paint it within blooming flowers.
And I will fill it with sun rays.
It will be hot weather for us. No winter.
Then I will sprinkle it with lime blossom.
To keep love’s lasting fragrance,
Which the flower will envy and adorn.
And white doves for luck will fly.
I will spray it with drops of sadness.
With a grey color of clouds and fog
And then with a prayer I call for the rain.
But that one – from the sea and June’s summer.
And I immerse her in hot nights of passion.
With tender melody of love sounds.
And we decorate the silence only for us.
We love each other. Our love is fiery element.
The dawn in the morning cries for us.
She remains unloved every night.
Translated by Dessy Tsvetkova
©® Valentina Yordanova .



18.
Poem : “Postmodernism”
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath.
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

From : India.
A struggle to fight,
Sluggish, try
I have no skill,
I was born, not to vie
Fizzy oracle mind
Puts some mellow ideas
Poets, truly, lie not told
To tell others, fact
Lifelong, struggle, succumbs
Poets, but be red in institutions
Struggle when demands
A poet is sold.
I have no skills, but
It is foretold, Awards
Becomes, a satire, sarcasm
Bleeds, whispers, tell me
I am no P O E T
An imitator, only translate then
Fi upon thee who buys books
No poetry can be sold.
Neither, I wrote poetry ever.
Absent mind pours ideas
They are statesmans only
©® Prabir Kumar Rath.



19.
Poem: “Aerodynamics of an Aircraft”
Poet: Syed Shah Hussain.
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025. Aircraft climb and dive,
Soaring through the sky so high.

They turn like hawks with mighty grace,
Roaring loud in endless space.

Flying over hills and sand,
Over towns, so proud they stand.

Each turn and dive, each climb and roll,
Moves with skill, precise to control.

The fuselage holds it all in place,
The cockpit guides its flight with grace.

Inside the cockpit, the instruments align,
To make each dream take off and shine.

Flaps increase or decrease the lift,
Shifting drag with every shift.

During takeoff, both down and grand,
Or when landing, both up safe to stand.

Ailerons roll the plane around,
Changing course above the ground.

Wings create the needed lift,
While slats adjust it with a shift.

On the front, along the edge,
Slats make lift rise from the ledge.

Spoilers help the plane descend,
Reducing lift as flights extend.

The tail maintains flight stability,
Keeping balance, and holding agility.

Engines thrust it through the air,
A marvel built with skill and care.

Raise the right flap, left goes down,
And rightward rolls the plane around.

Raise the left flap, right goes low,
And leftward rolls the plane to go.

Turn the rudder to the right,
The aircraft yaws to the left in flight.

Turn the rudder to the left,
It yaws to right—an airborne shift.

Lower the elevators, the nose tilts down,
Raise them up, the nose will crown.

Vertical stabilizers yaw in place,
Horizontals guide the pitch with grace.

Rudders turn the yaw side-to-side,
Elevators pitch the nose to glide.

Flaps adjust both drag and lift,
While spoilers add a downward drift.

Four key forces keep it plain—
Lift, weight, thrust, and drag sustain.

The roll rotates front to back,
Yaw moves left and right in track.

Pitch tilts nose both up and down,
A pilot’s skill makes flight renown.

It breaks the clouds like eagles fly,
Braving storms up in the sky.

Ready always, sharp in fight,
Its maneuvers shine so bright.

With rudder and aileron used as one,
The aircraft turns, its path begun.

If you’re wise and quick to learn
Aerodynamics you will discern!
©® Syed Shah Hussain




20.
Poem: “The Metamorphosis of Dreams”
Poet: Abdel latif Moubarak .
From: Egypt
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

I gather the faces of people,
in the treasure of folly,
engraving upon my poor dress
a song, a silent prayer.
I add colors to creation,
to weave a metamorphosis,
one after another,
echoing the depths of happiness.
I am your dream,
O people of reason,
a condition veiled in wonder,
eyes gazing towards tomorrow.
The streets are empty,
hearts outstretched,
trodden by the weight
of silent doubt.
I adapt to grandeur,
inhabiting an incapacity,
visible to all,
my nakedness, my fragility.
My feet are nailed
to the pavement’s face,
showcases of sorrow,
where hope feels faint.
Sometimes it sighs,
and sometimes it softens,
your dream, O people of words,
is sweeter, but often forgotten.
For I am the one who wanders,
or do people wander with me?
A dervish in a circle,
lost in a memory.
I emerge, my soul pours forth,
between its lines, the strings
of longing for the sanctuary’s robe,
and the blessings that true love brings.
They slept upon the shoulders of time,
testimony of interwoven moments,
signs of exchange,
a miracle yet to be found.
©® Abdel latif Moubarak
Bio:
Abdel latif Moubarak is a classical Arabic and Egyptian vernacular. He received a Bachelor of Law from Ain Shams University. He was one of the most important poets of the 1980s and his poems were published in several literary magazines in Egypt and the Arab world, including the Arab magazine, Kuwait magazine, News Literature, Republic newspaper, Al-Ahram, the new publishing culture (magazine). [1] Received the Excellence and Creativity Shield from the Arab Media Union in 2014 and Won the shield of excellence and creativity from the East Academy 2021





21.
poem: “Diversity of Sunrises”
Poet: Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń
From: Poland
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

Brought by the eastern
dawn
I swallow the pinkness
of today’s experience
Fueled by the gaze
of the rays
I read the record
of the evening
when the sun hid
behind the horizon
I noticed traces
of emotion
after a day of
insatiation
. ©® Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń




22.
Poem: “The Poet’s Dream”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

In the hush of unseen dawn,
a whisper stirs within my quill ,
the dream that poets dare to chase,
woven between silence and sigh.

Words bloom like stars uncalled,
lighting the ink’s dark wilderness,
each verse , a pulse of longing,
each pause , a breath of creation.

I walk barefoot upon clouds of thought,
collecting echoes the world forgets,
turning tears into tranquil pearls,
and pain , into petals of grace.

The dream not mine alone,
it belongs to every heart that feels;
to every soul that bleeds in rhyme,
and finds eternity in a fleeting line.

For when the world sleeps in shadow,
the poet still dreams , awake.
©® Saeeda Akhtar




23.
Poem: “SONG OF MERCY AND PEACE”
Poet: Sanjit Gupta.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025. O Eternal Radiance, hidden yet near,
Shine upon this trembling world of fear.
Guide us through storms of restless strife,
Across the fragile tides of mortal life.

Love is Your breath, tender and true,
A quiet shelter in all we pursue.
It lifts the fallen, heals the poor,
It opens a gate no power can close.

War is the tempest, ruthless and blind,
It steals the future, it scars the mind.
It shatters faith, it wastes the years,
Yet still Your mercy gathers our tears.

Peace is a child with unburdened face,
Walking the earth in folded grace.
It joins the sundered, mends despair,
And plants soft seeds of love to share.

O Eternal Radiance, let Love remain,
The law of hearts, the end of pain.
I hold no crown, no pride, no power—
Only Your mercy, my steadfast tower.
©® Sanjit Gupta.




24.
Poem : “IN THE CENTER OF BEINGNESS”
Poet: Irena Jovanović,
From: Zaječar, Serbia
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

In the center of beingness
all streams of beauty arise in a purl
all light structures are dancing together
interweaving miraculous patterns
changing fractals from moment to moment
joining in one as you breathe
life increases its sweet omnipotency
in pure light essence
giving a dense, liquid, edible honey-like joy
to all thoughts and actions
from inside to out
In a self-creation of divine love
in the most accurate expression
of the best blissful life area
in the center of totality of beingness
where ancient melody resides
original tune
primaeval song of a soul
pure dedication to God
light in its all vibrational sweetness
resonating with the highest areas
in crystal purity of true innocence
opened widely as a book of pure love
and no more clues, everything is clear
in total brilliance of all the best choices
in the center of excellence in beingness
in my opalescent, iridescent home
in a shiny intrinsic glow residence
my most beloved life state
overwhelmed by tiny love fragrance
giving its utmost sophistication
opening to the entireness of now
©® Irena Jovanović,



25.
Poem: “Rain of fire “
Poet:Imran Khan Raj
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

You could ask for another time
Could call with a sweet melody
The hand that could hold,
I would be back very soon
I would wipe the tears from your eyes
I would remove the rain of fire.
Why did you promise so quietly?
If you couldn’t stay
Why are you coming closer?
In this world of two days
In the web of false illusions
Why do you love me?
©® Imran Khan Raj


26.
Poem: “MEMORY OF YOURS!”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.

Symphony of your words
In the darkness of night
Here i stand before a desolate
Arcane desolate all alone
See if you know me
Here i am plain and undorned
My heart unkempt and unnoticed
I have nothing to elaborate
But still bear that fond
Memory of yours
If there is something sparking in your heart today
Give me reason to come for all these
Yet today let me ask you
Lets forget tomorrow
Here i am list my mind and words
Take a look if you can.
©® Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai



27.
Poem: “Oh, City of Sweets”
Poet: Moammer Alsufyani.
From: Yemen
Primelore Published Date: 11 November, 2025.
and his heart, filled with love like a balloon,
yearns to scream with ecstasy…
silence erupts.
From the walls of my lips…
to you…!
Oh, City of Sweets!!!
Let him live love as a phenomenon within you,
a phenomenon that won’t be repeated for a thousand years in space.
©® Moammer Alsufyani

Thanks, All Readers and Writers of “Primelore Writer’s Heaven”