Mind blowing 43 poems. Primelore Writer’s heaven 28th Publication

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WOW! We got 43 poems and some new poets. It is incredible !
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In Our 28th Publication of Primelore Writer’s Heaven we got 43 poems and some new poets. It is incredible ! more new delightful poems from the world.We are very happy and thanks to our poets whose are sent their poems and stay with Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Now read Our Poems from below :

01.
Poem : “Mental health”
Poet : Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

Hi guys!
Take care of your mental health,
To care of mental health is very important for people,
Do not worry,
Enjoy yourself;

Never mind please !
Never hot enough for anything.
No anxiety about any subject,
It is very harmful for your health.

Close your eyes for Sometimes,
Feel a sweet dream of love
It will make you feel cool.
Feel your mind joyful.

Go to the garden,
Spend your time with flowers and children,
Always keep smiles with ;
Family members and neighbours,
You will find your heaven there.

Go to the library
Read some jokes novel story or poem,
Enjoy with your own mind,
Reading books help you to stay alive.

Have a cup of tea,
Love young and old,
Take care of your mental health.

Sometimes go for outing ;
Feel worms with beautiful natural scenery,
Go to the cinema hall and;
watch interesting movies,
It will give you pleasure,
Stop your work pressure.

Do good work for society ,
Keep always your perfect relationship ;
With friends and family,
With your colleagues,
Maintain relationships with junior and senior.

Always engage with doing good jobs for people,
Listen to other opinions,
Love all people from the world.
Never throw any bad reviews,

Recall your sweet moments,
Keep your mind fresh ,
Stop bad habits ,
Stop bad thinking and drinking ;

Always pray for own and all,
Stay always with good feelings,
For taking care of your mental health;
Please always keep smiling.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.

02.
Poem: “Maudit soul”
Poet: Eva petropoulou Lianou.
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

, I am a maudit soul
Loving the impossible
Waiting the smile of your face
I wish
I could be the daughter of
A king
To send you
Gold and diamond s

I am a hurted soul
I cry the days
I missed your kiss
My body in pain
You had never touched

I lost so many chances to hold you
I touch your lips
Just a night
I will keep this
As my most beautiful memory

I am a lonely soul
Looking for a partner
That Will never be affraid
The key to open….the tresor
Only Hope!!!
Copyright @ EVA Petropoulou Lianou.

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03
Poem: “silence”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island, Canada .
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

it gets more silent here
every day
not a sound penetrates these
walls
only steps across the floor could echo noise at all
it’s not an unpleasant thing
this sometimes
it’s a relief to not have to listen
noone is lonely for someone else
noone is expected there is no grief
it’s just the way it is for now
I’m sure if walls could speak
there would be plenty to say
now though there is silence
if this is unpleasant to think

perhaps the silence would be painfull for now it is the way it is
you can hear a heart beat
Copyright @ Mary Garde.

04.
Poem: “She Who Walks with Light”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar.
From : Pakistan
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

She moves like a whisper through the unseen,
her steps leaving echoes in the fabric of time,
her breath woven with the scent of old prayers,
rising like incense into the quiet sky.

The wind knows her name,
carrying it through the deserts of longing,
where saints once walked barefoot,
where stars murmur secrets only she understands.

She cups the moonlight in her hands,
drinks from the river of the divine,
her heart a vessel of ancient wisdom,
her soul a flame that does not dim.

The mystics spoke of her in forgotten verses,
in the rhythm of a dervish’s turning,
in the silence between the call to prayer,
in the hush of a mother’s lullaby.

She walks between veils,
between the seen and the hidden,
between the longing and the belonging,
a woman woven of light,
a seeker who has already found.
Copyright @ Saeeda Akhtar.

05.
Poem: “HOW MUCH IS TOO MUCH”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta.
From: India.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

How much is too much
when you meet somebody just by chance
and instantly get into a deep conversation
How much is too much
When you start sharing your life bit by bit
and don’t know
where to stop
How much is too much
When you express
your raw feelings
and bare your true self
Open up layer by layer
your joy and grief
How much is too much
to become so, so vulnerable almost naked in your purity
How much is too much
on this day
when autumn begins …
Copyright @ Sangeeta Gupta.

06.
Poem: “live and endure”
Poet: Dr. Kang Byeong-Cheol.
From: Korea.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

All living things
must endure the pain,
what I give you,
what you give me,
it’s possible to withstand the loss.

We are here for each other,
to bear the pain of loss,
for you, for me, for us,
to sacrifice is to lead a holy life.

Listen to the song of your heart,
make vows of eternal love,
whether faith or earthly love,
each vow a promise of loss, but also of gain.

Hold tight to what we cherish,
knowing that life is fleeting,
the mystery of love is this:
the greater the loss, the brighter it shines.

Two hearts surrender
to absolute love,
embracing tightly through the loss,
planting a garden that blooms with life.

Today, a seed is blown by the wind,
falling to the ground,
modest yellow flowers will bloom,
in someone’s garden, to be found.
Copyright @ Dr. Kang Byeong-Cheol.

07.
Poem: “I AM A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN”
Poet: Taghrid Bou Merhi.
From: Lebanon , Resident: BRAZIL.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

I am a beautiful woman
Not seen by the eye.
I hide my beauty between the beats of my heart,
In the movements of air, unseen,
And the beauty of my soul is visible to none,
Yet it fills the space with its colours.

I am a secret beauty,
Seeping like dawn’s light between the mountains.
I am a woman who lives in the silence of words,
Like the sea that engulfs you without being seen—
A beauty that does not scatter upon the earth,
But floats high in the sky.

You cannot touch me,
But in your depths, you glimpse me.
I am that fleeting moment between your hands,
Pulling with it the threads of time.

You cannot measure me,
But I am like spring that revives the soul.
I feel the wind in your heart,
And you see my pulses upon your lips.

I am a beautiful woman
Like clouds bearing rain—
Appearing only in shadow,
Yet I quench the earth that longs for water.

Through my eyes, the universe flows,
In my hands, waves are drawn,
And in my heart, rivers surge.
I am a beautiful woman because
I carry everything within me,
Though unseen,
I live it in every moment.

I am a beauty with no explanation.
You cannot see what is unspoken.
You can only feel it.
Copyright @ Taghrid Bou Merhi.

08
Poem: “THE HEALTH”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
From : Albania .
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

, The main trouble on our society,
Without good health,we can’ t do any proper activity…
We scream loud: take serious helth care!
On other way , we can’ t arrive anywhere.
Sorry! I would like those verses to be only a joke,
But nowdays it’ s a real shock!
I admire people who try to do something better,
But many programs are just written on the letter!
The most dengerous is mental sick
And very difficult to see as they sink!
They never accept any advice,
Their tragedy is repeated more than twice!!!
Copyright @ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.

09.
Poem: “Reading poetry book”
Poet: Ms. Yang Geum-Hee.
From: Jeju, Korea.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

, Someone sent a book of poetry,
the fruit of someone’s heart.
Bite off the poetry book that contains the poet’s life,
fruits of different sizes, different colors.
Poet read the world and ripe poetry fruit,
when you take a bite, thick juice flows out.

The ever-changing essence of nature,
dressed in the language of poetry,
be beautiful,
Even in the freezing cold,
snowflake flowers bloom, the world is warmed by the poetry
Bitter, sweet, spicy, astringent,
fruits with all the flavors in the world.

Pick up the language of poetry from the sky,
find your way through the trees,
catch the language of poetry in the sea,
find the language of poetry like wild ginseng in the mountains,
And the winding path of the poet’s life is deciphered in the starlight.

Listening to the chirping of the birds and the sound of the wind
The poetry heals wound, comfort and happiness,
The poet’s fresh fruit ripens.

The poet breathes life into poetry
to guide the path of happiness,
awaken the senses, open the eyes of intellect.
Finally, we bite the fruit of the poet.
Copyright @ Ms. Yang Geum-Hee.

10.
Poem” “In Black blinks”
Poet: Tajalla Qureshi
From: Pakistan.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

, Innocence enriches the innocent
Black robe blinks in every blink
Divine air airs through your hairs
White in Black fits like a stunning gist
Eyes embrace the inner craves
Ah! the image cradles the cozy clips
And the robe whilsts the maudlin mist
Desire to sponge, the unhealthy strikes
The Visage between the books, weave the wits
The round tips engraves the delights of light
Ask to hold in a blanket of love and rejoice
You are the heats and beats of my fingers
Inviting the sensuous stream of sights
Black looks appealing and revealing grace
The heart heals the heart of butterflies
Wish, I remove all the sickness and weakness
with a blow of care and prayers.
Copyright @ Tajalla Qureshi

11.
Poem: “THE FORGOTTEN CHILDREN’S PARADISE”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni.
From: Italy.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

Forgotten children’s paradise,
there play dead children asleep
in hot cars, without relief,
victims of mnemonic crises from work fatigue
that make them forget budgets, meetings or certificates.

Little girls play in a relentless summer,
indifferent to the sun that has dehydrated them,
free to soar in tides of air
in spite of the bad moments spent in respiratory crisis,
without having to feel heat and thirst.

Forgotten children’s paradise,
dead children asleep play there
strangled by the insecurity of belts,
eagerly waiting to re-embrace, without rancour,
those who murdered them.
Copyright @ Ivan Pozzoni.

12.
Poem: “Female Issue in Society”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma.
From: Parbat, Paiyun 7- Hile,West Nepal.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

, Social thing is going and going.
The good woman is hidden and hidden.
Somewhere unethical things happen.
Somewhere the goodness happens.
The worth is born with ethics.
The value of woman is existed.
The love is now passion with weak feeling.
But the kindness of love in humanity is jewel.
Oho woman love the humanity with love and kindness.
Make decoration with moral laws.
Females are defined differently.
All are not in same manner.
All males are not bad.
Woman should be ethical with moral of the issue.
Then society, nation and world will be heaven when ethics resides there.
Copyright @ Til Kumari Sharma.

13.
Poem: “Smoking”
Poet: Abeera Mirza.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

Smoking is injurious,
Which hurt our life and vicious.
It hurt us all the way,
Take away our gay.
It is not a way of hope,
Life will never in way cope.
It is a way of not light,
Smoking is not happy sight.
Life will be all distracted,
The way of life will be all destroy,
Smoking is a coy.
It takes away the life,
Smoking will make you strife.
Copyright @ Abeera Mirza.

14.
Poem: “RIVER of TRANQUILITY”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April , Tuesday, 2025.

River of Tranquility, gentle and slow
Flowing between hills, where wildflowers grow
Red daisies bloom on your banks so fair
Reflecting the beauty, that’s hidden there

Your waters are crystal, your voice is so sweet
A soothing melody, that skips to the beat
Tall coconut trees, stand watch by your side
As the sun shines upon you, with a warm, gentle pride

In your tranquil depths, a secret passage lies
A hidden world, where peace and calm never dies
Copyright @ Dominique Erecilla Albano.

15.
Poem: “Heron”
Poet: HyeKyung Ahn .
From: Seoul Korea.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

When I opened the door, a heron was sitting in the
chair at my desk. The heron did not look at me; it
only stared at the wall. It was definitely the same
heron I had encountered during my evening walk
along the waterfront. I had not acknowledged it at all,
nor had I mistaken the water’s shimmering reflection
in its yellow eyes for tears.
But now, the heron was sitting at my desk. This
time, it was staring straight at me, its intelligent eyes
gleaming. The gentle swaying of aquatic plants tickled
the back of my hand. Without a word, I simply gazed
out the window at the evening sky. I stepped aside,
making way for the heron to leave.
When it spread its wings, it felt as though the entire
room was consumed by them, and I instinctively
shrank back. The heron tapped the desk twice with
its beak, as if waiting for my response, then folded its
wings and silently looked at me.
Instead, I stepped outside, leaving the door open
behind me. As twilight settled over the sky, I heard a
sound—perhaps the wind, or perhaps something
tapping against my back.
In the end, I never opened the door agai.
Copyright @ HyeKyung Ahn .

16.
Poem: “Tomb-Sweeping Day”
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
From: China.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

Another relative stands on the other side of the earth,
silent, gazing at me.
She is my unfamiliar sister, and she has become smaller.
Behind her stand our parents, equally silent.

It’s like the darkness in both eyes will never meet,
their bodies slightly leaning forward,
staring at me with no decipherable expression,
no reminders, no warnings, no summons.
They only have patience and silence.

Under their gaze,
in the empty, silent room,
I continue to strike the keyboard,
learning that it’s too late to live.
Only by continuing to believe in the power of words over things.

So I pause for a moment,
listening to the silence gathering around me,
then I listen to my stiff fingers,
tapping the keys, one click at a time.
Each sound is a small shot: toward death.
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo.

17.
Poetry: Nevertheless, I will not stop,
Poet: Priyanka Neogi.
From: India.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

The leaves of those trees have all been dry,
constant fall.
The tree is also drying on dry soil.
The tree has to be saved as if,
New leaves of the dry tree to alive, new leaves,
To keep it alive.

The stones of the horns will be able to get up on the head of the horns,
Many stones of the mountain will be painted in the sweat and blood color of the work.
Nevertheless, I will not stop or break,
I will not go down to fatigue.
I will go to the head of the horns, on the journey,
Neb will pick up the experience, keep him in the heart.
To survive the goal of throwing thousands of stones,
False Bonam False Spit will come to stop proof of lies,
Can’t stop on the shores of an evil moment.
Eligible answers should be given to the appropriate work.
There will be various excuses, various excuses,
The excuse has to be dust and walk on your own way.
If someone comes to the ghost,
Gesture leaves will be driven out.
Can’t stop in the ice country,
The fire burns the snow in the snow, floating in the water,
You have to move forward.
Flowers blossom in the new hope, it increases more in care.
As a result of the flowers and fruits of work in the trees of patience.
Prove that the wire can’t stop me,
Stay in the hungry Ranhunkar one step before.
Storms with their own electricity stuck in the rain,
Electricity has to be destroyed.
To stop to stop, to stop,
I will tie the dam to burst.
Be stopped with bamboo to stop,
Opening one’s street moor by not accepting the rate,
Get out of the new road.
Copyright @ Priyanka Neogi.

18.
Poem” “THE DAY WHEN W’D NOT STAY MORE”
Poet: Sipra Debnath Tultul.
From: India.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

The day when I’d not stay in this world any more-
I will read in your mind momentarily I know!
On the day when it hurts to go away,
Your heart is full of pain,I know!
Day Ruttir’s happiness is a cry of sorrow,
The memories will all ring in the corner of your mind, I know!
When you are alone
Thinking about me all the time-
You would say in your mind that you were all playing the mayor ;
The Lord knows what I did!
Dreams were thought so they didn’t get physical shape-
They become shadows in this life,
The Lord knows what I did!
Now it’s all the escape,
At the end of the game, it would be lonely to go-
Everything will be fallen into the erath.
The Lord knows what I did!
will you put a corner in your heart?
In keeping with my memories?
That’s all I know.
Well, it’s time for me to let go,
Put me in your life
Into the small corners.
Copyright @ Sipra Debnath Tultul.

19.
Poem: “Global Village”
Poet: Asif Altaf.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

Following the path of technology, from a tiny villageI have reached a vast village,
My current village is called the Global Village.
There are no high walls or barbed wire fences around my village,
My neighbors are now countless,
My culture is diverse.
All the malnourished and hungry people of the world are my neighbors,
The war-torn people of the world are my neighbors.
Their cries echo in my heart,
I cannot sleep,
Wandering through nightmares, I become utterly weary.
I want no war in my village,
I want no hunger or poverty in my village,
I want birds to celebrate in my sky instead of bomber planes.
Not the smell of gunpowder, but the fragrance of flowers should float in my air.
I want no walls of division to rise within my village,
May my Global Village become a sanctuary of harmony,
And for this, I am prepared for any sacrifice.
Copyright @ Asif Altaf.

20.
Poem: “Understanding Deep Spirituality “
Poet: Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek .
From: Luton UK .
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

Is this world
He is as
We see him
Or only
From the perspective of
Our vision
Our hearing
Taste and smell
So perspectives
There are as many as people
Worldwide
What is fiction
And what is true
On its own
In this I get lost
Our beliefs
Our sense of value
Understanding yourself
Is this the correct operation
This
We don’t really know
Why is it so?
Everything is
In our minds
That we don’t listen to
We only litter it
Unimportant matters
We can’t
Free yourself
From the shell
That we’re covered with
We don’t know how to drive
Feelings through the mind
We are guided by
Only emotions
That destroy us
From the inside
Man is not created
To do this
What others are doing
What others think
What others believe
Each of us
He is a great individual
Of the entire universe
And it exists for this
To cross borders
Unembraced by the mind
And only with higher feelings
With conscience and heart
We are not only
Dead body tissue
But a deeply spiritual being
Which can
Overcome all barriers
Which really
We set ourselves
And we don’t allow
To cross them for others
Because of this, they themselves
We condemn to slavery
And self-destructing existence
We are beings
Beyond all dimensions
Spirituality and mind
And we only think about self-destruction
We can ascend
Above all this
What is material
Becoming a spiritual unity
Called a man
A free man
Spiritually connected
With all humanity in the world
Without any borders
Without any walls
But with the help of
Bridges of higher feelings
Only when we understand this
We will break down bodily barriers
We will connect the mind with the heart
We will become
Truly free
Then the gates will open
The mystery of our
The meaning of existence
Copyright @ Amb Dr Tomasz Laczek

21.
Poem: “Not by Kiss, Nor Word Alone”
Poem: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

A kiss can stir the soul, it’s true,
But birth it brings not into view.
A whispered love upon the air
Means little if it’s left just there.

You said you loved me in the dark,
But lit no fire, struck no spark.
Your lips moved soft, your eyes were kind,
Yet left no meaning deep behind.

Love’s not a sound, not just a sigh,
It’s how you stand when storms go by.
Not petals thrown on velvet bed,
But caring when all hope has fled.

The touch that stays when youth is gone,
The hands that hold when nights are long.
Not flowers brought when all is fair,
But presence when none else is there.

A kiss can lie, a word deceive,
Yet actions prove what hearts believe.
Don’t say you love — then walk away,
Love lingers when the skies turn gray.

So hold me not with fleeting bliss,
Nor bind me with a passing kiss.
Show me in the hardest hour,
That love is more than spoken flower.
Copyright @ S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)

22.
Poem: “The man who left this face on me”
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

The man who left this face on me;
this grey
(no, i’m not impatient waiting for the bus, the bus will come)
but the man who left this face on me
is gone.
Copyright @ Helen Pletts.

23.
Poem: “In God’s Appointed Time”
Poet: Edna Salona-Labrador.
From: Philippines
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

IN GOD’S APPOINTED TIME
Some of the righteous live in rags and pains
Many of the wicked flourish and own domains
Good people suffer in various countless ways
Bad people live in luxury why all these happen?

We are living in the last days and it is God’s enemy who reigns
How bad is our time,how corrupt is the system
People with little faith think God never cares
But our God is a God of love,He is always fair.

Here is one question let us think and ponder
Why does God allow this,why do the righteous suffer?
Behind is an issue brought out in the Garden of Eden
Satan claimed God has no right to be the Sovereign.

God gave Adam and Eve the freedom of thinking
It would be for their own good if they would do the right thing
But the two went the wrong way, they disobeyed and sinned
All their descendants as their heirs commit sins and suffer.

From the day of Adam and all the days we are living
The bad result of what was sown we are now reaping
But the God of Wisdom will soon change the system
In His appointed time the righteous He will bless the wicked He will ruin.
Copyright @ Edna Salona-Labrador

24.
Poem: “INTER-MEDICAL SHADOWS OF HUMANITY”
Poet: Maid Corbic.
From: Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

Every time I see the world around me
I remember; to be there
I love the wild and don’t consider myself a freak
I just like to dream about dreams
Because the galaxy for me was nebula alone
And a fictitious phenomenon every day
When I look high, up into the sky
I see all the anomalies and small secrets
Although I’m not aware of that yet
That the time for me is yet to come
And that I am a very young man
I’m just afraid of one for now
Yes, my destiny is still present
There, in the bosom of my soul
The intermolecularity in my heart drives me to move forward
I still find myself very special
Just because I think about my universe
Which is made of nuts and beauty
Which no one can approach yet
And even less no one to taste them
My meaning and reason for existence
Imagination can always do anything
And the reason for my laughter is the nebula
Molecular space since I live
My eternity, from my dear little one
I don’t want to be left alone
When the others leave me
Because what is life if I don’t dream dreams
And to catch the nebula at least once more
Bare hands; the space of my universe
The heart is full of love and emotions
Intertwined with the most beautiful space of feeling
Which still knocks forever in me
I am ready to give nebulae to someone
But this time if it happens
At least I give myself some hope
That it’s not all so easy
As I think; the nebula is my view
Galaxies from which I always feed
Because stars and astrology give strength
To believe when it’s hard for me
In the impossibility of one’s identity
And the nebula, the nebula is still beautiful
What a great avant-garde emotion
When I survive I can still have realities
Which give me the energy to believe
More than ever in energy
The stellar paths of humanity!
Copyright @ Maid Corbic.

25.
Poem : “H O N E Y M O O N(A Curtal Sonnet)”
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath.
From: India near Kolkata.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

I got married to,. Who
Art thou I never would ask, her
a girl of about my choice.
I touch her sense, to get her
All, We went to hills once
I was a sense, we two were too
Together, very near, No gap
Lips to lips, Breasts thy, open on
My chest, Thighs tight, no light
In the daylight, Dark was closed, in the Room,
. It is Honeymoon.
Copyright @ Prabir Kumar Rath.

26.
Poem: “Black bustles you!”
Poet: Muhammad Adnan.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

Eyes echo in endless vale
Ears whisper too in the shadow of black clouds
Hair twisted like smoke boasts and tells a tale
Nose-like Jehlam Hills appears in stunning dale,
Palm-like soft tissue plays hide-and-seek
Glowing cheeks cheer like Helen of Greek
Eyebrows remain cool
Vibrant visage fouls the fools,
Little lock lits at ear
Tinny pattles rattle fear
Black robe bamboozles horror
Stunning smile sips care,
Ask her!
Eyes echo and voice
They are the holy messengers
Embrace and face the choice
Remain pure and ever transfigure.
Copyright @ Muhammad Adnan.

27.
Poem: “A Mystery In Disguise”
Poet: Badamasi Ismail Chikaji
Country: Nigeria
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

Could I compare you to dawn frozen in pleasant?
that gushes through vain than blood and water,
or the pain that stings to brain as you stumbled over Kilman jaro, in pain.

You are beyond poets or artists with their tools in manifesting your dazzling beauty.
Simile and metaphor are unpairing describing
Your physical appearance ,but the right of you.
can’t be delivered by words or figures.

You are the cause of Romio and Laila
You are in between Gibran and mey ziat
You are in pages of any book yet you are difficult to know and understand.

You recruit young you have done with old
You are tomorrow and today you must be
Stories are in you ,it victories and failures
The world can not be favourable without you.

You suffer the rich with their wealth
You connect with the poor with their poverty,
You hold helpless to be great,
You became the aims of the dreamless,
Still you can not be friend, rather experienced.
Copyright @ Badamasi Ismail Chikaji

28.
Poem: “Fear”
Poet: Lisa Marie Christian.
From: United States.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

Fear is the reason that you are scared,
it is also the reason you haven’t shared.
you want to be respected, cherished and such,
You want change to happen, but anxiety is too much,
Do you really want to do what you’re thinking about?
You should probably wait and figure it out.
Don’t rush into something that you’re not sure of,
Pray and seek guidance from God up above.
Acting on impulse has never worked before,
You tried that and ended up out the door.
is this what is right, is this really what you wanna do?
You really need to stop and think this through.
All of these questions about how it’s going to be,
You’re never going to know, you just have to wait and see.
If you choose to do what your thinking about,
You need to give it your all, without a doubt.
It’s nobody’s else’s choice, it’s all up to you,
You are the one who has to figure out what you’re gonna do.
Copyright @ Lisa Marie Christian.

29.
Poem: “Know me?”
Poet : Soma Mukherjee .
From: India.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

If you think you know me,
You know as much I let you see.
If you think I shall share my deep secrets or desires,
You are asking too much and I am fire.
I share as much you should know,
As you care nothing about me or my woes,
You think I trust you as you have shared your glows,
Baby I can read your mind and your fears
I know the ways of the world and taste of salty tears.
You think I am a fool or gullible
And I don’t know what you did last summer?
I can read your like an open book,
Which part of you is God and which part is a crook?
I have swam the rivers and the deep sea,
I have survival instincts or can sting as bee
I treat people the people of what they deserve
And I can be a see through mirror
So be careful as I can see.
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee.

30.
Poem: “THE STONE FLOWER”
Poet: Kapardeli Eftichia.
From: GREECE.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

A stone flower of winter
my heart

its roots imprisoned, heavy
are immersed in the soil, without color

The rings of time
in a fiery rain, wrapped
red mud, crumble
A piece of sweet sounds
in the celestial light transforms me
golden skyline with veins of light

dawns

Serene stars wake me up
tender souls … look like
with red blood my roots
they water the dreams
the stem is decorated with new flowers
that their petals in the passage
of the New Wind are painted
with a thousand colors
Copyright @ Kapardeli Eftichia.

31.
Poet: Prof. dr amb. Józef Tomoń
From: Poland .
poem: “Floating shores”
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

, In shades of green
from unfulfilled dreams
we float away from flowers
in which the sun blooms

, from whispering caresses
in places thirsty
for light

, from the night
blooming
with soothing scent
during colorful
dreams

, we depart from each other
through the whirlpools of life
like a river with a surge
of nostalgic waves
Copyright @ Prof. dr amb. Józef Tomoń.

32.
Poem: “A full moon bright”
Poet: Gopal Sinha.
From: Bharat (India)
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

On this cool summer night,
As if the sky has come to the earth,
Ambience of love, joy and mirth.

Free from any tension, agony,
Enjoying your cherished company,
Holding your hands, in a firm stand,
Be it a rough weather or a path smoother,
Let’s resolve to march together.

The inebriating moon,
Seems to have opened its coffer,
And see, what it has to offer,
Pulsating emotions, creative inspirations,
Vibrant attraction, sophisticated intoxication.
Being blessed by nature, to be made for each other,
Our journey through the open vista would be much cosier.
Copyright @ Gopal Sinha.

33.
Poem: “Life Partner.”
Poet: Neelima Wig.
From: Jalandhar, India
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

When darkness surrounds
When the stars don’t twinkle
The sky is full of dark clouds
And you are lonesome and cold
Fear paralyses your senses
And the way ahead is unclear
When the birds don’t sing
Streams don’t dance
The bent branch laden with flowers
Dosen’t seem fragrant-
It is only your lifetime partner
Who has the magical touch
Who can turn your senses around
In whose presence your sorrows disappear
A soul mate who leaves you joyful
Through ups and downs
A purose to life
That across the horizon shines clears
Copyright @ Neelima Wig.

34.
Poem: “HORIZONS OF LIFE”
Poet: Mazi Chiemela Chinenye Onyenkwere PhD,
From: Abuja, Nigeria
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

The edge of the known,
Telling us of a point where the familiar meets the unknown,
Seeing the new as part of the old,
Yet modifying the old to count as new;
The connect of the past, present and posterity,
Giving us a sense of seamless continuity of unbroken lines,
Yet still limiting our experience,
The boundary of existing understanding,
Yet a receding goal line,
As in chasing the horizon could just be out of reach;

Just like the peeling of the onion bulb,
An act, uncovering layers of complexities,
Yet still like the skyline,
A seeming junction of the earth and sky,
Depicting apparent limits
Yet still with the receding clouds,
A combo of certainty and uncertainty;
The expanse of looking inwards with seeing outwards,
And beyond the horizon and the below of waterline,
Like a mirage of a confluence;

This receding horizon creates this space in which we build,
Adding to our store that which was just outside our ken;
At the horizon the old and the new mesh,
This horizon cusp where what was known meets the new:
The unknown becomes the known, and a new unknown awaits;
As the sound of the ocean water breaking on the shore never ceases,
So, the horizon continues endlessly further beyond our gaze,
Even when we think we’ve met its end,
It retreats further, and a new horizon appears,
Making it the beginning of our new frontier;

Un-layering of layers
That smells the scents of an onion with teary eyes,
Angelou smelt it when Clinton found a space to place;
Un-enveloping the enveloped
That shows the containment in the retainment,
The Sub Fendhozhe crew showed it by touching the bottom of Mariana Trench,
Exploring the universe within a multiverse
That speaks the infinitum of the continuum,
Armstrong spoke it when he made a step for a giant leap;
All showcasing horizons of endless possibilities.

Let’s fly the aeroplane called horizons of life,
We’ll navigate the journey like a pilot,
Facing challenges like turbulences,
And taking decisions to reach destination;
We’re taking-off like starting a new chapter
And land on completion while prepping for the next;
We’re flying representing the desire to explore,
Soaring into new heights and experiences;
We’ve just flown to transcendently teach and learn,
Experiencing all of the sensations of flying, to soar through horizons.
Copyright @ Mazi Chiemela Chinenye Onyenkwere PhD.

35.
Poem: “The words of love”
Poet: Abdulbasset Alsamadi Abu Omaima
From: Yemen.
Primelore published Date : 08 ,April, Tuesday, 2025.

I am not a hearts surgeon
I am a poet who writes poetry
With his heart and love flows
Through his veins and continue
I Write poetry from the smile
Left on my chest and from a look
That quickened the pulse and
Reversed the Rotation of the heart
The words of love that i write
I found joy without Appointment
And every Word i hid in My chest
For love blame my Patience
Copyright @ Abdulbasset Abdulsalam Qassem Alsamadi.

36.
Poem: “Àbíkè”
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite.
From: Osun state, Nigeria.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

Àbíkè, the moon’s soft glow bows to your radiance,
A melody of warmth in the coldest distance.
Your name, a gentle breeze, whispers through my soul,
Filling voids, making broken hearts whole.

Your smile, a sunrise breaking the night,
Chasing shadows, bathing my world in light.
Your voice, Àbíkè, is a song divine,
A symphony that sways this heart of mine.

Your laughter dances like petals in spring,

Each note a treasure, a joy it brings.
Your eyes, stars that guide my way,
Anchors of hope when skies turn gray.

Àbíkè, my muse, my cherished delight,
In your presence, all wrongs feel right.
Your love is the fire that melts my fears,
A soothing balm through life’s fierce tears.

Let me weave my dreams into your hair,
Carve my promises in the love we share.
For Àbíkè, my heart forever will beat,
To the rhythm of yours, where our souls meet.
Copyright @ Emmanuel Adegbite.

37.
Poem: “A dream deep in the heart, when the mind is open.”
Poet: SHEKAR T B.
From:India.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

Feelings are concentrated
and drip like drops.
Like the pain that was hidden in the depths of the chest,
Happiness is beautifully
depicted as a mirage.
Like the golden dance of the
moonlight’s comforting dots.
Like the pursuit of desires
on the path of light.
Like vague pains that have become dense and driven to depression.
Like the tiredness of waiting
for a child’s smile.
Like the joy of endless joy that has been caressed on the lips of a child.
Copyright @ Tatanahalli.B.Shekara.

38.
Poet: Eifion Rogers
Poem: “Annwn”
From: Wales, UK.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

The paradise that is Annwn
has always been far away but yet so very close.

Through the dark enchanted waters
of Llyn y Fan Fach
lies the fabled gateway to the affluent and
intimate depths of Annwn.

It was always in your blood
and it was in the grains and milk

you were brought up on

fortifying you with its essence

and summonong you back to where it all began in Myddfai

Each and every August high up

in the Bannau

the vail to the otherworld slldes closer to our world ,

with the destination so close and promising plenty

comes the chance

to return to your roots in the land of the mighty.


And when the end is night we will be reunited my old friend.

as the hounds of Annwn bring us together

one final time at the gates of Annwn.

Copyright @ Eifion Rogers.

39.
Poem: “THE WOMAN AND THE PLATFORM”
Poet: Shyam Poemist Matherjee.
From: India.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

Busy platform, passengers were waiting and
Watching the wristwatch again and again –
When the train will come, so that to reach ;
Each one’s destination in proper time.
Lots of work to do there today –
But strangely, she had no hurry, no restlessness –
Sitting in a corner in a relaxed mood with,
Two children and eating something !
I discovered the menu they are eating :
Some rice, one cup curry and a boiled egg.
Considering as a trespasser and looking –
Straight at my eyes, she smiles gently.
To me that smile converted into –
A simple and big question to me,
“Where is my father, husband and lover?”
From that very moment my brain was puzzled,
To find the right answer and one day –
I must find out a perfect answer for hers ,
It’s my faith, hope and commitment .
Copyright @ Shyam Poemist Matherjee.

40.
Poem: ” If I Were a Bird”
Poet: Flocerpida S. Villaruel
From: Philippines
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

If I were a bird flying in the sky
I’d hold the clouds as they drift and fly
I”d roam the land from shore to shore
Using my wings freely and I’d explore.

When feeling tired, I’d take a rest
On leafy trees where there is shade
I’d sing melodies, so nice and sweet
And comfort hearts in night so dark.

The ripened fruits I’d like to share
I’d scattered seeds with love and care
Up on the hills, both far and wide,
So trees would grow and never subside.

If I we’re a bird, I’d match the flight
If winds that dance in endless height
With flapping wings, so strong and free
I’d give my best , my full energy.

When storms arise and tempests roar
I’d shield my young forevermore
Making sure they are safe and sound,
Until the skies keep calm and bound.

I’d guard my wings with all my might
So they won’t break, and would stay light
From wicked foes, I’d turn away
And find a safe and peaceful way.
Copyright @ Flocerpida Villaruel.

41.
Poem: “Freedom is one”
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai .
From: Bangladesh.
Freedom is a bright dawn
in the branches of Shimul Palash
who burns alone
throughout the night.
Does not burn or burn others
He carries a basket of various complaints within himself
yet says nothing.
Who, without reciprocation,
stands there
as if
a speechless statue
with a thousand sorrows in his chest.
But he is a great history
A shining example
A royal witness to a great true event
Copyright @ Md. Sohel Dukhai .

42.
Poem : “AND THEN I SAID”
Poet: by Irena Jovanović,
From: Zaječar, Serbia.
Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

And then I said:
Ok, my dearest spiritual essence of life,
from this moment, I belong
only and directly to You,
when everything else has fallen away
– only pure divinity unmixed
with lower layers of existence.
I need Your refined purity
and totally delicate fragrance.
My heart bathes in that freshness
of Your uplifted source,
what else do I need,
what more is left for me to achieve?
Diving deep into Your heart,
well of sweet wishes,
energies of pure love,
divinity of the prime majority,
what else do I need, indeed,
my complete satisfaction
what else of this world?
Supreme and sublime clarity
in which my mind, soul and body
are calmed and caressed
by Your bestowed mildness
and blessings showered upon me
– I enter and reside there,
eternally, no reason to stop.
And then I said:
I reached You.
I achieved my goal.
I belong to You only.
My soul is totally surrendered,
merging love and melted bliss,
expressing innocence in total dedication
– my love is an arati offering,
and my effortless worship
is spontaneous, deep freedom
in gentle, soulfelt closeness.
And then, no need
to say anything
anymore again.
Because
You know everything.
Copyright@ Irena Jovanović.

43.
Poem: “I SEEK”
Poet: Antonis Filippeos.
From: Athens Greece.

Primelore published Date : 08 , April, Tuesday, 2025.

I seek for the drunk waft of the lost moons
to send away the leaden veil of pain and sorrow
from the marble hearts and the wet sockets of your eyes.
I long for the fourth wizard to lead me,
under the Star of Bethlehem,
to the Divine Infant,
to set me free of the chains
of this world made of glass
that keeps me captured in ruined castles.
I seek for the flower of spring,
the prime of youth,
the meaning of life
in the winters cold,
in the rustle of the pale leaves,
in the freezing stroke of the wind.
I seek for the river of happiness,
for the precious path of love and friendship,
to relieve me from the shiver and the quake
of the silent loneliness,
that quickly weave its nets deep inside my guts.
I seek for the sweetest eyes of the world in chariots of fire,
on the stony crosses,

under the debris of the crumbled walls,
to give me maternal affection, loving care, that I miss so much.
I seek for the fast-moving swallow,
the sweet whisper of the wind,
that sings with its golden breath
for the aspens of the river,
to cool the shriveled hands of the little, innocent souls
that feel the latent glow of awaiting leaving from inside them.
I seek for a better, a humane, an ideal world.
I hope for a life without wars,
without oasis of blood and crushes of bombs,
without hatred, without starvation and human unfairness.
I have been seeking for so long the coveted touch of the divine sunbeam
awaken me from my eternal sleep,
and then, me too as a golden sunbeam
warm the cold winter of your heart with my presence
and erase the windy shadow of the rain off the worlds eyes.
Copyright @ Antonis Filippeos.

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