Happy Christmas Day ! It is the 13th Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven . We are very happy and thanks to our poets whose are send their poems and stay with Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Our Poets List is given below :
01. Poem: “In the north corner” Poet: Md.Sohel Dukhai.
02. Poem: “Love and Freedom” Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru).
03. Poem: “Dream” Poet: Ummeshan Khisa.
04. Poem : “Angel” Poet : Afroza Jesmine.
05. Poem: “On Truth and Lies” Poet: Asif Altaf.
06. Poem: “Let’s Donate” Poet: Sipra Debnath.
07. Poem: “so give” Poet: Ismat Ara Lucky.
08. Poem: “Saying to them”Poet: Awlia parvin.
09. Poem: “When everyone asks”Poet: Tanzia Aktar.
Merry Christmas Day for our poets and global readers ! In the 13th Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven We got more enjoyable poems. Just read and enjoy more. Any writers from national and international can participate Primelore Writer’s Heaven platform . Fill free to write English poem and send us your Creation. We are available in Facebook Messenger , WhatsApp and email. Our Email ID : jes2mine@gmail.com and our WhatsApp Number is : +8801716759863. Thanks All from Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Now read some Mind blowing and Delightful Poems Our writers have written for global readers.
01.
Poem: “In the north corner”
Poet: Md.Sohel Dukhai.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date : 24/12/2024.Tuesday.
In the north corner of my mind, the clouds have settled
The long-standing resentments have gathered
They do not want to obey my restraint
They want to tear this restraint apart.
They want to fly like free birds,
They want to fly and spread their feathers like peacocks.
They want to show themselves,
Because they are imprisoned in my cage,
They get nothing but suffering
Although it was not what they deserved.
They want to go to that distant sky
They want to go to the meeting of clouds
Maybe it is from there that he comes,
There he may be born.
Why are there so many arrangements in this life of a moment?
Copyright @ Md. Sohel (Dukhai).
02.
Poem: “Love and Freedom”
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru).
From: Dubai, UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 24.12.2024,Tuesday.
In the tender glow of a rising dawn,
Love awakens, soft and drawn.
A whisper in the wind so sweet,
Two souls destined, bound to meet.
Through time’s vast and endless flow,
Love plants seeds where hope can grow.
It weaves a thread through joy and pain,
Binding hearts in its golden chain.
No walls can halt its gentle sway,
No storms can chase its warmth away.
It speaks in silence, shines in night,
A guiding star, a beacon bright.
For love transcends the bounds of fear,
Its melody pure, its echo clear.
It dances through both joy and strife,
Breathing beauty into life.
And in its arms, freedom sings,
A soaring dove on endless wings.
Through love, we find the truest way,
To live, to dream, to seize the day.
So let love reign, our hearts ignite,
A flame that burns with eternal light.
For in love’s grasp, we truly see,
That only through love can we be free.
Copyright @ S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru).
03
Poem: “Dream”
Poet: Ummeshan Khisa.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 24.12.2024,Tuesday.
I dream day and night
How much hope wakes up,
I live in a dream state
How much love
Dreaming teaches living
Life is based on hope.
Wandering in dreamland
Return home disappointed.
Dreams spread wings
fly sometimes,
Find something
Night, morning, afternoon and evening.
How much I dream
may never be implemented,
Dreams come back
Renewal is always new.
Swapnapuri Rangtamasha
What do you do in your dreams?
Dreaming late at night
People run after dreams.
Copyright @ Ummeshan Khisa.
04.
Poem : Angel.
Poet : Afroza Jesmine.
From : Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 24.12.2024,Tuesday.
A poor baby was crying.
No one but only Santa Claus is listening to the baby,
People aren’t going to near the poor baby,
Only Santa Claus give some gifts to the poor baby,
Who is Santa Claus?
He is like an angel from God.
Santa Claus comes not only December.
He always stay with good children’s ,
All children are come from heaven,
As like an angel Santa Claus never classify rich or poor baby,
He love all good children same.
Good Children are always wait for gift from Santa Claus ,
Santa Claus comes near to children and ;
He has a lot of gifts toys and chocolates for all children.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.
05.
Poem: “On Truth and Lies”
Poet: Asif Altaf.
From: Banglades.
Primelore Published Date: 24.12.2024,Tuesday.
Lies are always sweet to taste
And truth is bitter to taste
For everything false is created with great care.
Its taste and beauty have been tested many times;
The form of the false environment varies
To make it amazing
Elegance in its presentation becomes necessary:
Since lies are artificial,
Its distributor has to put in more effort
to make them believable.
To advertise them, he has to turn to better models;
Truth does not shine like a sparkling stone!
It is not transparent, invisible!
But, it is as inevitable as the word of God in our lives.
Copyright @ Asif Altaf.
06.
Poem: “Let’s Donate”
Poet: Sipra Debnath.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 24.12.2024,Tuesday.
Even after my death
I can save someone’s life
by donating organs.
Come on, let’s donate.
If this donation helps
Any poor soul.
Anyone on the brink of death
Might survive
Come on, let’s donate.
Come sing the song of life.
Come if you can
How unfortunate is the one with nothing
Laying on the footpath for days and nights,
They show us the harsh realities of life
Let’s help them with the path of life
Let’s donate for humanity’s sake.
Many old parents and grandparents
Left helpless by their Son and daughter.
Door to door and to the old age home
On the pavement under the trees
Let’s give shelter to them.
Let’s see how many young
children there are
Who missed the right to education,
Can’t go to school for some reason
Left out by the struggles of life
Or even by ignorance.
Begging in the streets
Let’s teach them via charity.
Helpless women are common in Households
How much pain do they have to go through?
Let’s help them from toxic relationships
Support them if you can
Give them emotional support.
Bring them in front of the society
Rise their heads to save them
Let’s establish right
To be self-reliant
Come on, why are we late?
Poor and unfortunate men
Living with great difficulty
Take the helm of the world
Try hard And make ways
Let’s do something for them.
Copyright @ Sipra Debnath.
07.
Poem: “so give”
Poet: Ismat Ara Lucky.
From : Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 24.12.2024,Tuesday.
For giving you a rose
If the accused is sentenced to death, give it.
If the offense of holding hands is a declaration of war then so be it.
I will come and stand in the front row of the highway.
If you have to spend life in district jail if accused of watching you,then so be it.
If I have to cross seven seas to give you a handkerchief, so be it.
If I have to spend the rest of my life wandering the streets dressed as a madman by giving you a candle, then so be it.
If you have to get red roses and red blood, break this chest rib and take out my heart.
Declare war, I’m ready
If I have to endure my loneliness to get you then so be it.
Extend your hands and give a hearty kiss
Hold me tightly so that no one notices you are a sigh of my chest.
If you are accused of giving roses, so be it
Copyright @ Ismat Ara Lucky.
08.
Poem: “Saying to them”
Poet: Awlia parvin.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 24.12.2024,Tuesday.
I lost to life
No one else in this regret,
without accepting death.
Life is not about winning.
Even in losing.
The joy of being alive.
The society, environment, family.
Keep saying
Stand up, run! Run!
You have to win.
Saying to them,
These flesh and blood people.
No robot, Tired, Lose.
Tell him to sit down.
No need to stand up all the time.
Take some rest, visit the sea.
Be a little softer
Only then will they find life in its fullest have,
Not everyone comes into the world to win.
So they say,
Sometimes losing is not the end of life.
Gotta get it all.
Everything should be kept in the right.
In this teaching, the sudhijans die one day,,,
For a small dream.
Because of a small sadness.
With a small sigh.
In the absence of a single ray of sunlight.
For their sake,
Every person in this world
Deserves a piece of love.
A little sympathy.
A drop of butterfly color.
Hasna Henna or Belly scent.
Flying like a flower
The joy of innumerable sighs merging into the sky.
So the people who win have the same rights,
Shepherd’s flute in the afternoon of Chaitra
To hear the chirping of birds, the melodious morning call to prayer.
The roar of the sea is borne within the conch,
The brightness of the black peak,
The coolness of the shade of trees.
The beauty of the thick green of hills.
So are the losers,
have the right
The softness of bathing in a shower.
Come! Come sing the song of living.
The world is neither a place to lose nor to win.
A place to live.
Let’s all live here,
Live differently, live together.
We all depend on everyone.
Win or lose.
Like childhood soccer games.
Victory cup, whichever team wins.
At the end of the game, on the muddy ground,
Together, in the water of a river.
After the bath, Harjit took that football to his neck,
Talking about the joy of playing,
Go back home.
So in their aim to say,,,,,
Come sing, the song of survival.
This world is not a place to lose or win.
Copyright @ Awlia parvin.
09.
Poem: “When everyone asks”
Poet: Tanzia Aktar.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 24.12.2024,Tuesday.
I am alone and bored
I recall you.
In the dark, with tears
I hide in the corner of the room.
Tired mind!
Tired body!
I hide again and then.
Tired of hiding,
I cannot bear this burden.
When everyone asks,
How am I?
What happened?
To avoid the quaere
I live alone in a closed chamber.
How do I express it!
If you leave me.
To avoid many interrogation
In four walls, I leave alone.
How do I tell them
My love is still there.
How do I tell them
Forget it is not easier.
To hide many questions
I live alone in a closed room day and night.
A trivial life without you
Cuts my sleep.
I am sad without you.
Today, I am sad thinking of you.
I can do everything for you.
Having lost everything, that is why
Alone, like myself
I still love you today
I still love you today.
Copyright @ Tanzia Aktar.
Merry Christmas ! For our 13th online publications of Primelore writer’s heaven we are giving thanks our poets for their Special poems. We also giving thanks to our readers. Always stay with Primelore Writer’s Heaven. It is the best platform for global writers and readers.You can also participate in our platform.
