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01.
Poem: “ADVICE TO A FRIEND”
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER.
From: TรRKฤฐYE
Primelore Published Date: 08, 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
02.
Poem: “A MAP OF UNCERTAINTY”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 08, JULY, Tuesday, 2025.
I look for words that do not surrender at first glance
for images beyond the neat borders of sense
where language forgets its duty
and becomes trembling in its own uncertainty
a poem is not a map but a ripple
a mirror the mind cannot trust
I step into its blurred glass
not to measure meaning but to dissolve
every line is a door without a sign
emptiness trusts us more than logic does
we donโt read to make sense of the world
we read to lose ourselves and find new strangers inside
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
03.
Poem: “Rules”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 08, JULY, Tuesday, 2025.
What kind of rules did you make?
In an ancient land, there was a king.
A garden full of flowers and fruits, a house,
Elephants, horses, and a line of soldiers,
Lotus flowers bloomed in the king’s pond.
The princess always wore gold earrings.
The subjects in the kingdom were afraid of the king.
They were busy paying taxes.
They had to obey all the rules of the kingdom.
Then beautiful and happy days would come.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Afroza Jesmine.
04.
Poem: “Grace of God”
Poet: Wamahira Hamman
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 08 , July, 2025.
In morning light, His grace does shine,
A gentle whisper, pure and divine.
Through trials faced, His love remains,
A balm for hearts, a cure for pains.
In every tear, a promise flows,
In darkest nights, His mercy glows.
With open arms, He calls us near,
In every doubt, He calms our fear.
The mountains high, the valleys low,
In every step, His blessings grow.
A guiding hand, a steadfast light,
In shadows deep, He brings the bright.
With grateful hearts, we sing His praise,
In every moment, we find His ways.
For in His grace, our souls take flight,
Forever held in love’s pure light.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Wamahira Hamman.
Bio: Wamahira Hamman is a Nigerian poet who finds inspiration in faith, nature, and everyday life. When not writing, Wamahira enjoys reading and connecting with fellow creatives. โGrace of Godโ reflects a deep appreciation for hope and spirituality.
05.
Poem: “Cross”
Poet: Chiara Belle Ordidor
from Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 08, JULY, Tuesday, 2025.
The cross of calvary
Came across its mind of the ‘guilty’
To the Earth it leaves a stain
Of deserving death to gain
It remains unspoken
It became unseen
In a four-cornered room
Where relatives use to roam
I once step on rocky ground
For the Truth I aim to found
But my soul unsatisfied
Turned to the cross itself and cried
Now truth was revealed
Like a bride unveiled
An undeserving death
Where innocent blood has shed
It was finally spoken
Truth’s finally seen
To the ‘guilty’ like me
Love and grace is what I see
A sacrified lamb;
shedding of the blood;
It was afternoon at three
and my soul’s now free
A cross seemingly unknown
only by the fools
Its truth is my firm foundation
For it’s the cross
of Jesus’ redemption
that painted my salvation
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Chiara Belle Ordidor
06.
Poem: “Words in Cascade”
Poet: Abbas Salman Abdulsalam
From: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 08, JULY, Tuesday, 2025.
“O”waterloo Caesar’s made
You impaired a skin been made
You touch the heart been sold
The fact remains unfold.
Words in Cascade
Mouth in boundage
Pen to adage
Send to sage
For usage.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Abbas Salman Abdulsalam
07.
Poem: “Echoes of My Calling”
Poet: Elijah Bako .
From: Africa precisely Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 08, JULY, Tuesday, 2025.
I found a calling,
Louder than the noise of this world.
It wasnโt fame, or applause,
But a quiet whisper saying:
โBe your true self.
Be you,and no one else.โ
It’s one thing to be called, But a deeper strength is found in answering .
And I did.
i answered that voice,soft,yet unshakable.
It gave meaning first to my own life,
Then stretched its arms to others.
To bless lives.
To heal the broken.
To breathe hope.
To awaken dreams long buried.
To ignite flames in fading hearts,
I kept writing,
Writing my way toward greatness,
Even when the path was unclear.
The storms did come.
Oh,they came.
Raging winds tried to toss my purpose to oblivion.
To drown my voice in doubt and pain.
But I reached for Jesus,
And He stilled the sea.
That moment reminded me,
I was never alone.
This journey we call life is no easy sail,
Demands more than mere breath.
It takes bravery to begin,
Resilience to keep going,
Courage to rise again,
And hope to believe thereโs more.
It is a call to rise,
Above fear.
Above depression.
Beyond hate, agony, and jealousy.
This is my story.
This is my ink.
And through it, I am becoming,
Fully, freely, finallyโฆ Me,all with a smile
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Elijah Bako
Bio:Elijah Bako I am a passionate creative writer and poet,with strong expertise in storytelling, poetry, fiction, and non-fiction writing. My work is rooted in originality, emotion, and clarity, tailored to connect deeply with readers.
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08.
Poem: “Golden bridges”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou.
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 08, JULY, Tuesday, 2025.
I find you
Because you were hurted
I cherish you
As i felt your pain
I love you and
I cover your wounds
With silver
So u will shine
U will shine
U will never broke again
I will create a bridge for all the hurted person
I will build golden pillars
Nobody will hurt again children or women
As the diamonds
They will shine
We will Rise
And we will re born in a future peaceful world..
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Eva Petropoulou Lianou.
09.
Poem: “DO YOU KNOW?”
Poet: Balachandran Nair
From :Kerala, India
Primelore Published Date: 08, JULY, Tuesday, 2025.
DO YOU KNOW?
How fond of are salt and water, only ocean knows
How protective a jail the ocean is, only fishes know
How dirty yet sweet the soil is, only earth worms know
How excruciating the thrust of root is, only soil knows
How tasty the meat of frog is, only snakes know
How blind and deaf the snake is, only a charmer knows
How comforting and kind the God is, only faithful know
How misleading yet mighty the faith is, only atheist knows
How comforting and soothing tear is, only heart-broken knows
How smartly love fill tear in heart, only eye lid knows
How painful a fall from height is, only coconut knows
How neglected a seed of fruit is, only cashew nut knows
How painful your seperation is, only my heart knows, but
How aching a breaking heart is, even the Gods do not know!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Balachandran Nair
Bio: Balachandran Nair is a multilingual poet from Kerala, India. He has published five poetry authorities of his own. His poems took place in 93 more books published world wide. He has translated an anthology from language Malayalam to English. His poems have been translated to 88 world languages so far. His POEM THE OTHER MOTHER OUTLOOK, meant for school children, is being translated to hundred world languages. He has three unique World Records for introduction of more than 400 school children as New Poets in a continuous one-year online literary drive in 2022. He is now preparing to bring in 3000 more Student Poets in the near future and so far visited more than 200 schools for that purpose. He is a military veteran, social activist and philanthropist also.
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10.
Poem: “Just listen me.”
Poet: Manorama SahooSubudhi.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 08, JULY, Tuesday, 2025.
I intend that u come and listen me.
But u are going away becoming far far away .
I won’t take ur time .
As u know time is very precious .
That’s why I am. telling listen me.
U know what shall I tell u.
That s why u are so hurried to go away .
U try to befool me,as i am innocent .
If u won’t listen , I will never call back u.
Go back to ur past and remember what I have done for u.
I have already confessed that ur distancing made me to call back .
Just for a second ce and listen me.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Manorama SahooSubudhi.
11.
Poem: “The Ragged fabric”
Poet: Subarnaa Dhar Chowdhury (pen name “Mamoni” )
From: west Bengal
Primelore Published Date: 08, JULY, Tuesday, 2025.
Sadly I do observe the fabric torn,
The threads severed harmony forlorn.
Humanity razed by religious riots ,
Selfish motives ,nationalism disquiets!
The fabric beyond repair need supplants
Unity gone into shreds stereotypes apace.
Violence, disruption, social trust decried –
Negative perception ,rule by divide !
I see the fabric on the church altar ,
In the Maqbara, shrouding my brother;
There it was on the buddhist vihara,
Covering the Takht in Gurudwara –
When Christmas cakes fill the tables-
My child looks longing at the eatables.
Could the holy ramzan fast not inspire :
As in uposatha pure mind transpire?
The world has become a smaller place;
With Trade barriers gone ,economies race –
Fanatics and Zealots their egoes surge
As Materialism stirs, terrorism looms large !
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Subarnaa Dhar Chowdhury (pen name “Mamoni” )
Bio: This is a teacher from Bengal. I have been teaching in rural schools for the past twenty years. Life has been a tapestry of bitter and sweet experiences which has taken the form of innumerable words to paint picture on the canvas of poetry.
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