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01.
Poem: “TO LOVE IS TO MISREAD THE WORLD”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
love is what survives misunderstanding
the lady loved him because
he was quiet like a burned book
he loved her because
she never read him aloud
we call it passion
when the soul limps toward a name
it will not try to pronounce
if love is blind
why do we keep drawing each other
in perfect outlines of memory?
our heart is not a muscle
itโs a question
that cannot be answered twice the same
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
02.
40th Poem: โADVICE TO A FRIENDโ
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER
From: TรRKฤฐYE.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
A friend needs someone who laughs sincerely
A friend needs sparkling eyes
A heart that tirelessly
offers great love
Roads that cross steep mountains
Go towards lovers
Souls that get lost in flat plains
One needs to ask someone who knows
Empty rooms always become joyful
Silent walls start to talk
The heart is a fountain of love
One needs to know how to drink it
To love a friend is to live
It is to add life to a fading rose
But what is the use of joy
One needs to know how to share
A friend who is too coy loses
Rain that falls brings floods
It is not right to take off
One needs to stay determined
A laughing eye, a speaking tongue
Let no heart be broken
Love is a door in hearts
One needs to know how to enter
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mustafa Naci รZER
03.
Poem: “Posthumous Poet”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
I will be a poet after death,
Respect will not let me live;
I have not stopped writing,
I have not become arrogant.
The new man of the future;
Read my poetry,
They will find theirs human idol;
In the letters of poetry.
In new meetings, festivals
Many new poets;
They will find in my poetry,
The reflection of the poet.
The failed lover in the time of separation;
The eyes will meet in a twinkling,
In a moment, they will forget that pain;
My poem opens.
On the first day of the newlyweds,
In their home;
They will remember my poem,
In the embrace.
I will be recognized as a poet,
All the people in the world!
My birth and death will be remembered,
Festivals, meetings, mourning.
I will be a poet after death;
I will not be a poet in this life,
I write without taking away my sorrow;
I write poetry nonetheless.
Nothing else I love Poem and Poets
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Afroza Jesmine.
04.
Poem: “Woman”,
EVA Petropoulou Lianou ๐ฌ๐ท
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
You are alive
A mother
A daughter
Womens,
We respect eachother
We support eachother
Our power is strong
When we are together
Woman,
A friend
That we never leave you at your hard time
Woman,
The creativity
The poetry
The art
Woman we must celebrate and be respected everyday
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ EVA Petropoulou Lianou
05.
Poem: “SPRING ROSE”
Poet: YIOULA IOANNOU PATSALIDOU
FROM: CYPRUS
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
How this spring rose resembles you!
Exactly like you
The day I tasted your first kiss!
And your loosened hair waved
Amid the mistral ‘s caresses
Beneath the sunset that spread across the plain!
And spring scented the banks of the streams!
And your quivering body
Scented your palms, perspiring with happiness!
And love climaxed in the petals
Of the springrose
Offering to us peace of mind and soul
And spring climaxed in your embrace!
How this fresh rose resemles you!
Exactly like you, exactly like me
when we loved each other and
were revived!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Yioula Ioannou Patsalidou
Bio: Yioula Ioannou Patsalidou was born and raised in Avgorou Famaqusta Cyprus. She descent from the historical family of Ioannis Gonemi. She studied in France and she work as a radio program producer and also in tourist industry. She published six collections of fairytale, poems and short stories. She participated in many international festivals and many international anthologies She is also the organizer of peace festivals in Cyprus. She was awarded many times all over the world.
06.
Poem: “How Do I Love Thee?ko
(Inspired from Elizabeth Barrett Browning poem “How I love thee?
Let me count the ways.”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
Let me count the ways, my love for you is true,
If I love, I give my all, my heart beats just for you.
I’m happy to see you’re happy, your smile lights up the day,
My joy is in your joy, in every single way.
I want to be with you all the time, to hold your hand,
To feel your love, to be in your loving stand.
I desire for you to have everything I have,
To share my world with you, to make our love a perfect wave.
I love to surprise you, to see the spark in your eyes,
To make you happy, to be your surprise.
My love, I yearn for our intimate nights,
For lovemaking that ignites our passion and delight.
I care for you deeply, with every fiber of my being,
My love, you’re always on my mind, my heart keeps on singing.
In your love, I find my peace, my haven, my home,
With you, my love, I am never alone.
If God chooses to grant us more time,
My love for you will only grow, forever entwined.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Dominique Erecilla Albano
07.
Poem: “Thoughts from the heart poured out “
Poet: Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: UK ๐ฌ๐ง
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
A mother’s heart and love
Mother’s love
A real one
It is infinite
First is expectation
For a new life
That she carries under her heart
Her mood swings
They result from care
And great love
To a new life
Which is prepared by
To go out into the world
It was then that
A powerful bond is formed
Between the developing
Life in her
And her mother’s heart
This bond remains forever
It comes finally
This day
And a child for the first time
It will see the light of day
For the mother
Who in suffering
Produces a new man
It is very important to
First touch
It’s a mother’s touch
Hugging the baby
To your heart
Cements even more
An already strong bond
Afterwards
The first meeting with his father
And so it goes
Get started
First words
All that
Brings joy to parents
But the mother
He looks at things completely differently
She is more emotional than her father
More concerned
Alert to everything
What happens to the child
He watches carefully how he grows
Watches over when it’s sick
This solicitude results from
From a deep bond
Based on the foundation of love
Worries as he grows up
In what company
The child will rotate
Then the young man
He finishes school
And finally,
The day is coming
That every mother fears
Adulthood of a male child
When she leaves home
With a life companion
Creating a new social unit
A new family
Only then at his mother’s
Many questions begin to boil
Then her heart breaks
Because at home
A void has formed
That no one can replace
Now her baby
He will be just a guest
Every real mother
She only dreams about this
To make her child happy
It is dictated by love from the heart
Under which not long ago
It was created and developed
There also comes a time
When an adult child
He hands it to his mother
Her immortality
Her child, her grandson
Joy and emotion
And the pride of my mother, now grandmother
It knows no boundaries
However, the mother’s time comes
By her bedside her adult child
He holds in his hand
Mother’s old hand
She feels fulfilled
Calmly closes his eyes
The Light Has Opened
She goes to her
But something else tells her
To turn around for the last time
To look at those who leave
Smiles
Turns to the light
He enters it by disappearing
The Light Closes
Her love and care
It remains in hearts
Those who loved her
It will stay there forever
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
08.
Poem: “SPARK IN YOUR EYES”
From: ?(No pick found)
Poet: Hussain Ali
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
Her eyes, like catalysts, spark my soul,
Igniting bonds that make me whole.
I see the elements of love combine,
Hydrogen smiles, oxygen shine.
In every glance, a reaction starts
Electrons dance between our hearts.
Her iris glows with spectral light,
A perfect balance, pure and bright.
Tears like water, clear and pure,
A solvent of feelings, strong and sure.
Her eyes, a formula I canโt deny
The chemistry that makes me fly.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Hussain Ali .
Bio: Ayesha, a 9th-grade student with a passion that rhymes with life. By day, she learns and grows in the classroom; by night, she weaves words into poetry’s gentle glow. With each line and stanza, she crafts her dreams, aiming to become a writer whose words touch hearts and minds. As she pens her thoughts and emotions. Her poetry blooms, a testament to her creativity and dedication. Let her words transport you to worlds both familiar and unknown, where imagination knows no bounds. In addition, With every line, she crafts a world of emotions, imagination, and dreams. Join her on this creative journey, where words come alive and stories unfold.
09.
Poem: “OUR LIGHT”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
It will blind the hipocrits
And stop for ever other delicts!
We tried just to tell the truth,
But they prefer as usuall to be too ruth!
We like the peace and harmony,
But never unjustice and anarchy!
The aim of our Light
Was and will be only for freedom and human’ s right!
I tried to interpret my last poetry shortly in english language: ” Njฤ Vit Dritฤ”
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
10.
Poem : “my Mom”
poet : THI LE
From: VIET NAM
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
My Mom!
My mother
Goes with Ms. Hang
Why have some moon seasons
Not back.
I am Sitting to
Wait for the mother of the countryside
Sunset falls down to the mother
far away
Season of grapefruit flowers
white the garden
Bananas are dead
cotton beds
Chicken flock
Mom put on the cage
Rice pots on mold
Mom is not at home
Mom
The market is empty
Ever has a mother in the house
Mom!
Months away from mother
play with
Pray for the horizon
free
River
The boat is waiting for the boat.
Golden Moon Mom and Mom
humming
Field
Smooth daughter
I look for the immense mother in the sky
My Mom! My Mom!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Le Thi.
Bio: Poet Le Thi, born in 1969 in Huong Khe, Ha Tinh, is a modern pen with a poetic style with emotion and nostalgia for his homeland. He graduated with an English pedagogical bachelor at Ho Chi Minh City University of Pedagogy and taught in Xuyen Moc, Ba Ria – Vung Tau. In 2019, he and his family settled in the United States in Middleburg Heights, Ohio. Vietnam Writers Association. Le Thi’s poetry often revolves around owners such as homeland, family and love, with a simple but deep writing. He published a poem “Love story by the river” (Association publisher Writers, 2023), including prominent poems such as “invite me to Phuc Trach”, “Lullaby”, “A childhood …” and “Chung Chung My”. Vietnam Writers Association In addition to writing, he also actively participates in literary activities .Through his poetry, Le Thi expressed deep love for his homeland and the desire to connect with sympathetic people
11.
Poem: “From Outside I See Lights”
Poet: Ernesto P. Santiago.
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
O Mother Earth, I will never become
a beautiful butterfly with beautiful wings
until I let go, until I truly let go of being
a caterpillar. I remember when I chose
to find my sweet spot I cheerfully climbed
a mountain of patience. No big crowd,
no lover, no friends. Just a lovely climb
and a quiet mountain. It was my way
of choosing universal energy over exposed
wishes. That moment, that state of flow
was not about turning my back on my will
to blossom in adversity. It was about
setting emotional boundaries. And you
always say, โI am nothing, but a deadbeat
clout chaser.โ You love to guilt-trip
my body to manipulate my voice even
when it hurts. In goose skins being me is more
than I. But I did not stop loving youโ
my old self, no matter where I turned
my gaze, I just stopped entertaining invasive
touches and connections that lure my eyes
to sleep close to the primary roots
of sins and tragedies. I am a goal-setter,
not a woke agenda, and I come into the light
with humility and gratitude of a saint.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Ernesto P. Santiago,
Bio: Ernesto P. Santiago for a long time had believed that poetry is his flowing (es)cape to a higher understanding of the wor(l)d. He spends all his free time between here and there, trying to learn something. He is too small for his ego. He is enough for himself. As a poet the shape of words interests him. He is fully confident in his identity with a Filipino heart. He lives in Athens, Greece, and is inspired daily by the myth of his poetic senses.
12.
Poem: “A river”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic.
From: Serbia/Canada
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
You who live near the river
You believe in images of little gods of love
in ancient Roman art
and Renaissance as well as a new era.
In a lovely little winged children entertained with
various jobs
you see them and speak like Socrates:
“I know I do not know anything!”.
You say that the world is a property without a master
and that it is not known who its creator is?
You as a free thinker, neither good nor bad,
indifferent, but not powerless.
You see those beautiful children in the glare of the river
which flows for you into infinity and you enjoy.
You have a safe haven and enough air
to survive everything
in the air that can cause it
chemical changes and you can calculate them
only if you want.
You live in your own reflection of an image
and I believe you
that the world can be a nice place
if we look at ourselves.
Then everything is clear.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธTanja Ajtic.
Bio: Tanja Ajtic was born in Belgrade, Serbia. She lived and studied in Serbia. She is a poet and writer but she is also an artist. She also deals with fine graphics in the linocut technique. Since 2002, she lives and creates in Canada. Moved to Belgrade, Serbia in summer 2023. Tanja Ajtic is a member of many groups and associations. In Serbia, she is a member of the prestigious Society of Writers of Belgrade. Her poems and stories have been published two hundred collections (books), anthologies, electronic books and magazines. Her poems have been published in twelve languages. She published her book “Outlines of Love”. She participated with books and anthologies at many fairs in the world with other authors. – She won second prize in Great Britain from the Serbian Library in London (2019). – She won III World Prize for Excellence “Cesar Vallejo” 2021 in the category of artistic excellence Lima, Peru, by the World Spanish Union of Writers and International Award of Excellence; from the World Spanish Union of Writers, UHE Mexico. – She won the I International Award of Excellence “Cita Del Glateo” Antonio De Ferrariis, IX edition 2022 โ Rome, Italy, a prestigious award in the group of poets for the English language (IX edition of the award for foreign poetry in English) in 2022, Rome, Italy. – Winners of Foundation Naji Naaman literary prize iz 2023; (21 st Edition), from the Republic of Lebanon, Honor Prize (for complete work) for Literary prizes 2023. Poetry for the competition was submitted in three languages: English, French and Arabic. – Winning the 2023 โZheng Nian Cupโ Literary Award โ Third Prize by the Beijing Mindfulness Literature Museum, China. She is the winner of many awards, diplomas and certificate. She is currently writing poetry, short stories, haiku, Gogyoshi poetry as well as graphics artist as a freelance artist.
13.
Poem:”Teach the Flute”
Poet: Moammer Alsufyani
From Yemen ๐พ๐ช
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
Teach the flute on your lips how to sing joy to the lines…
Gaze at life…
like a child’s laughter…
that plants hope..
in a barren land…
Gather the threads…
of your soul..
scattered by sorrow..
and walk .
. over your wounds…
No sound is ..
cherished more ..
than the echo of success.
Learn every..
day to love…
so you won’t forget!!!!!
And pluck roses..
from your heart for all passersby.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Moammer Alsufyani
14.
Poem: “HOPE OF THE RISING STAR”
Poet: Aminu Femi Jamiu.
From: Nigeria(West Africa)
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
As the rising sun puts to rout helpless shadows
The oak sleeps in the acorns
The bird waits in the eggs
The pen still behind my ears
The ink stains my fingers
And I pour out the torrent of my inspiration
Commanding the hidden soil
And seeds of my being
As I keep learning both by suffering and bliss
With every step of my earthly pilgrimage
My whims and fancies are thwarted along the voyage
Searching for an elusive shadow called happiness
Groping darkly and painfully in the fogbound valley
Stilling the inward strive
Soaring upward upon the wings of aspiration
Clothed in poetic renditions
Spicing my tale with the complexity of humanity’s condition
And I’m becoming a glowing testament in its perfection
Following the holocaust
Armed to the teeth with aspiration
Living in a fiasco of confusion
And through the crucible unscathed, I pass
Walking in a blistered bleeding soles
But sank to rest upon a barren shore
Dwelling in the very heart of immortality
Never deserted in the dark hour of trial
When gloom, loneliness, and desertion cloud my affairs
Leaving me in the darkest of nights
Amid the lilies and the candlelight
Not ever shall I lay the burden down,
For God, someday, will make the cross a crown.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Aminu Femi Jamiu.
15.
Poem: “My sleepless mother entangles a ball of thread late at night”
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
The room is soon filled with cotton thread,
all kinds of colours, like fluffy long strips of popcorn.
It seems as if the room was already filled with things when I was born.
Through soft walls, my mother
listens to see if her little baby is sleeping
and I am like a spool, motionless.
I close my eyes, listen to see if my mother is still there,
worried that she will pick up the rusty scissors when she is sleepy.
The thread is getting tighter and tighter,
and the room is getting colder and colder
There is no son, and no mother;
only a shrunken bone, wrapped with a bloodstain
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Ma Yongbo.
16.
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad.
Poem: “Don’t count “
From: Palestinian
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
Don’t count me as a number
I’m a soul flying in my kindergarten
And playing with my toys.
Don’t count me as a number
I’m a beautiful rose
Coloring my parents’ lives
And spreading perfume around.
Don’t count me as a number
I’m a beating heart
Containing love and peace
And sharing happiness and rejoice.
Don’t count me as a number
I’m a father
protecting my children with my bare body
And fighting for their lives.
Don’t count me a number
I’m a mother
mourning the lost beloved
And shedding tears over their shrines.
Don’t count me a number
I’m a martyr
having a family and friends
and feeling my absence among you.
Don’t count me as a number
I suffer from your silence
While the notorious army
Demolishing my home
On my exhausted bones
I’m reminding you for the last time
I’m your fellow human not a number.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Ahmed Miqdad
17.
Poem: “GUL MAKAI”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
Your name is Malala, Yousafzai,
challenging name as a Pashtun pasionaria,
an Afghan Joan of Arc,
on a fourteen-year-old girl,
student in the Pakistani region of Swat.
Your name is Malala, Yousafzai,
bursts out, loud, like the bullet
of a Kalashnikov lodged in your brain,
at the age of fourteen, vindication,
by shari’a-defending barbudos,
of repressed Taliban (from the western invasion).
Your name is Malala, Yousafzai,
you wished to be a doctor, a vocation,
you fight, between life and non-life, in hospitals all over the world,
symbol of a new generation,
โWhere is Malala?โ your attacker asked,
and, terrified by you, he shot.
Your name is Malala, Yousafzai,
you continued going to school
against a brutal interpretation of shari’a,
renaming yourself Gul Makai, in your diary,
while Taliban beheaded, in Swat,
innocent victims of un-islamic behaviour.
Your name is Malala, Yousafzai,
fierce Cornflower of Swat.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Ivan Pozzoni .
18.
Poem: “IT’S JUST A NIGHT”
Poet: Praise mk Nkhoma.
From: Malawi
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
You trace my body slowly,
Taking in every curve like a deep drink,
Losing yourself in my warmth,
Pressing your weight into my back.
Itโs just a night, babe.
Let your lips touch mine softly,
Pour your feelings out without holding back,
Let the heat rise in every kiss,
Lay your chest on my bare skin.
Itโs just a night, babe.
Like a baby resting on my breasts,
Your thumbs move gently over me,
Your teeth tug, careful but wanting,
Your hands sliding down my sides.
Itโs just a night, babe.
You kiss me, lick me, taste me,
And I push myself closer to you,
Your hands moving slowly,
Up between my shaking thighs.
Itโs just a night, babe.
You open my legs with care,
Touching over my soft underwear,
Taking my breath away,
As I moan and breathe hard for you.
Itโs just a night, babe.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Praise Mk Nkhoma.
19.
Name: “Research of Thesis in Doctor of Philosophy”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
Questing matter in library I had attempted to finish my thesis.
Net, library, printed books, guide, many others helped me to finish thesis.
Research is big and hard.
Though I had visited frequently the library of our land and again attempted the matters from a professor.
Bringing matters from library I collected in my Gmail and researched hard.
Research base Ph.D. thesis made me successful researcher.
No imitation is there, only original is my idea of thesis.
So I am researcher too.
I am really original researcher.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Til Kumari Sharma.
20.
Poem: “ECHOES IN THE RUIN”
Poet: Abdulrasheed Yakubu Ladan
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
In Gaza’s north, where shadows loom and fall,
A cry rises, echoing through it all,
The whispers of the hungry, the weary, and the worn,
A people besieged, with hope forlorn.
The streets, once vibrant, now a desolate stage,
Where silence screams, and desperation engages,
The eyes, once bright, now dim with pain,
Reflecting the struggle, the endless refrain.
We search for crumbs, for scraps of bread,
In a land that’s barren, where hope is dead,
The markets empty, the shelves laid bare,
A people starving, with no one to care.
The children weep, their bellies tight,
Their laughter silenced, their eyes without light,
The parents’ gaze, a mix of grief and shame,
As they watch their loved ones bear the weight of blame.
The hospitals, a testament to pain,
Where medicine’s scarce, and care’s in vain,
The doctors’ hands, tied by lack of aid,
As patients suffer, their lives displayed.
The water’s bitter, undrinkable, and dry,
A luxury denied, as the people cry,
For a drop to quench, a sip to soothe,
A basic right, now a distant truth.
In this landscape, where despair reigns,
We search for solace, for a glimmer of peace that remains,
But like a mirage, it vanishes from sight,
Leaving us with nothing, but the dark of night.
Oh, for a way out, a path to flee,
From this cycle of pain, this endless sea,
A chance to breathe, to live, to be,
Free from the grip of misery.
The world outside, does it know our plight?
Does it see our struggle, our endless fight?
Or are we just statistics, numbers cold,
Faceless victims, our stories untold?
We yearn for aid, for a helping hand,
To guide us through, this desolate land,
To find a way, to escape the pain,
To live again, to love, to laugh, to sustain.
In the silence, a voice whispers low,
Of hope, of resilience, of a people who won’t bow,
Though battered, bruised, and worn so thin,
Their spirit remains, a flame that flickers within.
So let us hold on, to this glimmer of light,
This beacon of hope, in the dark of night,
Let us strive, to rise above the pain,
To find a way, to live again.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Abdulrasheed Yakubu Ladan
Bio: Abdulrasheed Yakubu Ladan is a Nigerian poet, novelist, and human rights activist renowned for his impactful works. His writing reflects his experiences and observations, focusing on social justice and human rights. Notable publications featuring his poetry include “Echoes of Carnage” (2021) and “AVaaz.” His work has gained international recognition, with appearances in “Synchronized Chaos” (August 15, 2025). Ladan is also the acclaimed author of “Creaking Voices” and “The Forbidden Question.” As a poet laureate, he has spoken at significant events, including the Chairman’s inauguration, inspiring many with his words. He founded PoeticFriday, a vibrant community celebrating poetry and creative expression. Ladan’s influence extends beyond literature, as he supports Ahmad Aliyu Wadada’s 2027 gubernatorial aspirant in Nasarawa State and promotes literary causes. Ladan’s contributions to literature and social justice have earned him recognition. His poetry often explores themes of humanity, justice, and freedom. Through his writing and activism, he continues to inspire and challenge readers to think critically about important issues. As a prominent figure in Nigerian literature, Abdulrasheed Yakubu Ladan’s work serves as a powerful voice for change and creative expression. His dedication to promoting literature and social justice has made a lasting impact, cementing his position as a leading voice in contemporary Nigerian literature. Ladan’s legacy continues to grow, inspiring future generations of writers and activists.
21.
Poem: “Gen-G”
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath.
From: India near Kolkata
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
An advice for all!
Gen-G is on role,
What is that? if it were at all!
Let the whole world forgets,
Gen-G, is on a call.
A device for all, Fall
a sheer fall,
no time,
Click is on role, Blog,
Chats, facebook, many apps
Gen-G meets a generation,
G terms a fashion, a device
Runs on data that”s all.
Gen-G plays no role but aBed
Vest on them is torn and
The fast generation on call.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Prabir Kumar Rath.
22.
Poem: “Crowned with Roots”
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite.
From: Osun state, Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
(A Tribute to the African Woman)
She stands still as stone,
but carrying centuries in her stance.
An African daughter beside an ancient tree,
not placed, but planted
firm like the roots that bore her.
She speaks without words,
yet her presence sings in the language of legacy.
She is the drumbeat of her people,
the hush of wisdom passed through wombs,
the silent strength that built kingdoms and carried generations.
Her hair is not styled;
it is carved by memory.
Each braid a thread in the loom of ancestry
twisted by hands that learned to weave stories,
long before combs met plastic,
when hair was sacred and told where you came from.
Each lock holds a proverb.
Each parting line a pathway home.
She wears more than fabric
she wears identity.
Adire, Ankara, Kente, Shweshwe
cloth that does not just cover,
but speaks:
of markets loud with barter,
of weddings danced in dust,
of grandmothersโ laps where lullabies were laws.
Her garments remember.
They recall the women who walked miles for water,
who fought with firewood on their heads
and babies on their backs,
who led revolutions with nothing but songs and bare hands.
She does not seek attention;
she commands it.
Not with noise,
but with knowing.
Her stillness is protest.
Her calm is a crown.
The baobab behind her is no accident.
Like her, it has seen drought and war
and still stands.
Its bark peels with stories,
its shadow shelters heritage.
And under its leaves, she holds council
keeper of memory,
midwife to tomorrow.
She is not behind.
She is foundation.
Not a relic, but a root.
Not oppressed, but observant.
And when she rises,
she does not beg to be seen
she reminds the world it has always seen her.
Because to be an African woman
is to carry both wound and wonder.
It is to dance at the edge of sorrow,
and still plant joy like seed.
She is not crowned by ornaments,
but by origin.
Not made whole by the world,
but by the women who whispered truth
into her becoming.
So let the world look.
Let them wonder.
She does not perform.
She exists.
And that is enough.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Emmanuel Adegbite.
23.
Poem: “Infinite beauty”
Poet: Thathanahally B SHEKARA.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
Infinite form of beauty
Amezing beauty
Unique beauty
As beautiful as the horizon
Beautiful adore
Enough to experience and enjoy
The scent of your beauty
Spread in all direction
With your presence
The barrens plain is heaven
Your beauty beyond
Words to describe
If i try to describe your beauty
Missed from words your beauty
Beauty beyond beauty
Bored about me to
Not proper explain your beauty
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Thathanahally B SHEKARA.
24.
Poem: “A Bird In The Cage”
Poet: MD. Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
A bird in the cage,
Watching the sky in a daze,
Gone were the days,
When she enjoyed her solitude in a haze.
Dancing with the wind,
Singing with the rain,
She enjoyed every moment,
Without allowing a single second to go in vain.
Chirping freely she flew from here to there,
Without caring about free poison travelling in the air.
Now seating quietly behind the iron rods, Bird thought about the days of hustling records,
With the free food and water kept inside,
She struggled to digest the food with delight.
Is this what every human feels,
When they were blessed with something more than basic needs???
Cause, these flying, crying, sleeping, and struggling in the lap of nature,
Is an adventure with a weird peace.
Now locked in the cage,
The wind tries to play with her wings,
They flutter tremendously in the hope of escaping the cage,
But nothing worked as the strong rods stopped her movements.
Longingly looking at the sky,
Her heart wanted to fly,
But the barrier in front of her,
Was making her immobile.
“Is this what luxury is???” she questioned herself,
“Yes, the cost of your freedom!!!” screamed her broken self.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ MD. Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan
Bio: MD. Imjamul Hoque Bhuiyan, based in Chittagong, Bangladesh, was born in Nizwa, Sultanate of Oman. Imjamul excels in making friends, despite occasional introversion. His passions include cycling and writing, and he aspires to embark on a remarkable journey – riding his bicycle from Bangladesh to Hajj (One Day). As a delivery man and a writer known by the pen name “Wheel Whispers Words.” Imjamul balances his professional and creative pursuits, defining himself through a unique blend of adventurous dreams and literary expressions.
25.
Poem: “Everything “
Poet:Simon Drake
From: UK.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
Finally, the penny has dropped
Finally after all this time I see
Now I have the definitive answer
When asked whatโs so special about me
I have doubted myself all my life
Putting everyone elseโs feelings first
Thinking it would take away my sadness
All it ever did was make matters worse
Iโve always ignored my gut instincts
Destroying my sanity, people pleasing
That kind deed took my happiness from me
Giving me no chance of ever healing
For this, Iโve lived a half existence
Living with a hole deep in my soul
Never really understanding the process
As to why Iโve never felt whole
Then one day everything changed
Lightning struck, I had an epiphany
I moved from the back of the queue to the front of the queue
Deciding itโs time to make me happy
I truly believe this, I deserve real happiness
Now finally my life can begin
When asked what so special about me
My answer is EVERYTHING
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Simon Drake.
Bio: My name is Simon Drake, I am a therapist/counsellor living and working in the UK. I have always loved poetry and while training in 2022 on a counselling course I took part in a creative workshop. I wrote a poem called โLost Childโ and I havenโt stopped writing since. I feel truly blessed for the opportunities poetry has afforded me over the last two years, I have been published in eleven books, I have been on stage behind the mic performing at a multitude of spoken word events across London. I have been invited onto radio shows and podcasts here and in the United States and had a small part in an Indie movie all thanks to poetry.
26.
Poem: THE JOURNEY
Poet : FLOCERPIDA VILLARUEL
From : PHILIPPINES
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
The road is long, but still Iโll go,
Though where it leads, I do not know.
Thereโs something deep I want to find,
A mystery calling in my mind.
I dream of flying through the air,
To see the beauty of nature everywhereโ
To touch the clouds up in the sky,
And feel them softly passing by.
I long to sail the deep blue sea,
To feel the waves rush over me.
How wide is it? Are tales all trueโ
Of hidden pearls beneath the blue?
I want to climb the mountains high,
To reach the peak and touch the sky.
The breeze up there so calm, so sweet,
Will gently kiss my hands and feet.
But all these dreams may fade away,
My body is weak, looks so pale
The strength I had is nearly goneโ
I wish my life would still go far.
Yet more than all I wish to see
That Holy Land prepared for me.
Where peace and joy forever stay,
And God will wipe our tears away.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Flocerpida Villaruel
27.
Poem: “make a new friend”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island, Canada .
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
the world is vast from shore to shore
imagine your words could reach to the other side end to
end make a friend way over
there language can be a barrier for sure there are translators
everywhere I bet that if a person gets to read these words
they would think it was a thrill to
communicate a thought to someone else
so far away just have a nice day I hope you are fed
I hope you have a bed to sleep
I hope you have someone near who could whisper in your ear a
pleasant though maybe even an
I love you for being you we all need the necessities of life
doesn’t matter where we are here or there a hug can make all the
difference
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mary Garde (mkap)
28.
Poem: “TIME OF BURNING”
Ram Prasad Kar,
From: Kolkata, India.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
All around, people are restless in the grip of an unspoken fire.
Forests blaze, the environment suffocates,
vehicles and homes are consumed-and in those fierce flames,
our childhood, adolescence, and youth are burning away.
What’s astonishing is how the fire also devours all that we inherited-our documents,
our charms and sacred heirlooms, our fragile, helpless sense of morality.
A murky darkness has descended upon the capital of our hearts.
Before our eyes floats the face of my mother-bowed in shame and sorrow.
And nearby, the half-burnt body of an unfortunate sister,
violated and discarded in neglect.
The cries of scorched lives surround us,
and civilization crumbles like urns of ash in a crematorium.
Grass sprouts now from the marrow of human bones.
In this unbearable season of burning, you stand silently,
your eyes cruelly still-yearning to know the script of our unborn tomorrows.
You wonder if the first lessons of conscience and values have outlived their relevance.
And I… I cannot say with certainty whether liberation lies along this very path we now walk
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Ram Prasad Kar
Bio: Born in 1963 in Karanji village of Paschim Medinipur district, West Bengal, INDIA, Currently residing at Village Duilya Charaktola in Andul-Mouri area of โโAndul, Howrah, W.B. India. He was employed in the central government at Dalhousie, Kolkata, and has recently retired.
Since 2004, he has been writing. His poetry has been published in various Magazines like ‘College Street’ ‘Dik-Chinha’ e.t.c. magazines. A regular contributor to Little Magazine. He is a regular writer in Nabakallol and many other magazines. His stories, essays, poems, etc., are regularly being published.
29.
Poem: “Night’s Whisper”
Poet : Saeeda Akhtar
From : Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
In the quiet night, God’s tender hand,
Draws down the curtain, an evening shade,
A gentle call to wander, dream’s command,
On starlit paths, our journey’s laid.
Underneath the velvet sky so deep,
We stroll along, our souls take flight,
Through realms of slumber, secrets keep,
Guided by the soft glow of moonlight.
With each step, a whisper from above,
Inviting hearts to dance and play,
In dreams, we find the ones we love,
In dreams, we chase the fears away.
The night’s embrace, a soothing balm,
As we explore the realms unseen,
In sleep’s embrace, we find a calm,
A world where wishes reign supreme.
So let us heed the call of night,
And walk the path of dreams so bright,
For in the stillness, we take flight,
On wings of hope, in love’s pure light.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Saeeda Akhtar .
30.
Poem: “PERCY THE PEACOCK”
Poet: Gaye Hemsley
From: New Zealand
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
Look at me, I’m so beautiful.
As my wife, please be dutiful?
But all you seem to do
is put your head down and chew.
You’re not vaguely impressed
with my plumage and dress.
I think I’ll go visit hen Henrietta.
They say she treats a bloke a lot better.
I’ll show my plumage with a little wriggle.
Then Henrietta will start to giggle –
at the striking, sensuous sight.
She may even ask me to stay the night.
Oh! Now I see you looking my way.
Does that mean you’re ready to play?
Hurry up, I’ll count to ten.
Then we’ll play ‘Chase the hen.’
Penny peahen is hiding under a tree.
Percy fell over and hurt his
“Don’t worry, said Penny โI’ll kiss it better.”
He didn’t object, he lay there and let her.
In the garden in a few weeks time youโll
see little chicks running along in a line.
Percy is a very proud dad
Especially of his little lad
Penny will give lessons on chewing
While Percy will instruct his son on wooing.
They will be two birds of a feather
Showing off in all kinds of weather.
Trouble is, when feathers get wet
The vain birds will start to fret
Their grand plumage will be sad and lame
Perhaps no one will join their game
All the peahens will just walk by,
Saying โWeโre off to find another guy.โ
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Gaye Hemsley
Bio: One of Gaye Hemsleyโs passions is writing, she has published several picture books plus her life story; โJourney of a Dance Teacher.โ This book encourages the reader to follow oneโs passion; which she has achieved with being a wife and mother of four children. There are times when one has to put your passion on hold then let it burst forward when it is appropriate.
31.
Poem: “MYSTERIOUS WORDS !”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
In a crazy rainbow you too lost yourself
With strong winds and radiant colours
Inhaling sweet scent , I looked for you
Spring came calling me , I know not how
Clad in white saree you looked angelic
Embracing my soul quietly in the woods
Myself tuned in your mysterious words
I found my playtime with wilted petals
You conquered me and mine in entirety
Making garland with the fallen flowers
Wreath your lover in a bag of sheer joy
Adorned with your unadulterated spell .
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.
32.
Poem: “I Voted For You…”
Poet: victor jarson
From: kisumu city, kenya.
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
I voted for you so that i can be heard
I voted for you so that i don’t find life hard
I voted for you as the best choice i had
I voted for you to be free
I voted for you to always remember me
I voted for you ’cause change is all i wanted to see
I voted for you to end the unfair games they play
I voted for you ’cause you promised a brighter day
I voted for you ’cause there was no better way
ยฉ๏ธ ยฎ๏ธ victor jarson
Bio: I am poet, visual artist and former graphic designer. Born in may 30 1987 and raised in kisumu city, kenya. I love poetry and my passion wont stop. I had a slight achievement this year when my poem was voted the poem of the week in poemhunter.com. the poem is “did you know…?” You can google it out.
33.
Poem: “TIME TO RISE AND REDEEM.”
Poet: Ramachandra Rao Nanduri
From: Hyderabad, India
Primelore Published Date: 1st, July, Tuesday . 2025.
Wild bipeds out there on prowl
Shaming those of four claws
Meek and mild they grab and growl
Nurtured by society of many flaws
Pleasuring in deeds of force and fouls
Mocking victims while justice crawls
Aided by black coats of bland soul
Modernity is just a fake facial gloss
Factually we have turned much ghoul
Timid silently bear all sufferings gross
Men , shed the slumber, to halt free fall
Time to rise and redeem humanness.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Ramachandra Rao Nanduri.
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