58 Poems Bridge! The 35th Edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.

01
Poem: “Water, Air, Pollution everywhere”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

We breathe the plastic
People are swimming among the garbage into the Ocean

We expect to have a clean atmosphere and be happy
But people are bombing citizens and countries with
Poison

We are taking for environmental health
But we humans
We poluate
We don’t respect our selves
We don’t respect nature

We play God
We create earthquakes
We create rain
We create typhoon

One day Earth
Will say enough
and human will be rejected
For his bad behaviour
Copyright EVA Petropoulou Lianou

02
Poem: “At the Seaside of Aewel Handam”
Poet: Kang, Byeong-Cheol

From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

When you feel like living is too difficult,
Go to the seaside
There, with your head in the wind,
Look out at the sea
Along with twenty-eight palm trees.

Watch the red sun disappear beyond the endless horizon
And look for the revelations of God’s words.

Even on a cloudy day, the shimmer of light
Peeking through the grey clouds may help someone
Realize just how beautiful the world is.

When you feel like the world is dirty and cruel,
Go to the Aewel Handam beach.
Below the cliffs, with the vast ocean stretching out,
You may see the world as it was meant to be
When Buddha lifted his foot to reveal beautiful world.
Copyright @ Kang, Byeong-Cheo

03
Poem: “Moonlit Embrace”
Poet: Hina Manzar
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Beneath a sky where stars delight,
A full moon bathes the world in light.
Its silver beams, so pure and bright,
Dance on the ocean through the night.

The winds, in joyous, wild spree,
Race over waves, unfettered, free.
They laugh and sing, in purest glee,
As if they hold a secret key.

The ocean, with its heaving tides,
Reaches up, where beauty hides.
In moon’s embrace, it yearns, it strides,
Each wave a lover, no shame, no chides.

Rising high, the waters gleam,
Chasing the moon, a silvery dream.
They touch and kiss, in love’s supreme,
A night’s desire, endless seam.

Till dawn arrives, with tender grace,
And moon retreats, its soft embrace.
The sun awakens, night’s sweet chase,
Leaving memories, a gentle trace.
Copyright @ Hina Manzar.
bio:Hina Manzar was born on December 25th, Sarwat Hina, also known by her pen name Hina Manzar, is a remarkable figure celebrated for her diverse talents. Renowned as a philanthropist, poetess, and short story writer, Mrs. Sarwat Hina’s literary works are imbued with a profound understanding of human emotions and societal complexities. Her insightful writing has garnered admiration in literary circles, while her commitment to philanthropy underscores her desire to effect positive change. Through her pen name, Hina Manzar, she continues to enchant audiences with her thought-provoking narratives. Notably, Sarwat Hina is a staunch advocate for women’s rights in Pakistan, using her articles to amplify the voices of women both nationally and internationally.

04
Poem: “FAIRWAY FOR FULFILLMENT “
Poet: Rao Nanduri.
From: Hyderabad, India.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Apprehensive mind lets not venture
Gathering mass I remained a fixture
Dark clouds gone Sky in blue lusture
Didn’t sow to reap, life a grim picture;

Sucess in life isn’t a puzzle to solve
A failure tests depth of one’s resolve
Sand isn’t where diamonds do evolve
In boiling waters rocks don’t dissolve;

In strife to strive still harder I learnt
Every effort denote times well spent
Practice caused abilities’ betterment
Done my best I rest in contentment.
Copyright @ Rao Nanduri.

05
Poem: “History of Pain Inside Snow”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma.
From: Paiyun 7- Hile ,Parbat, Gandaki, Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

The nature shines like jewel of the earth.
Seems so beautiful as snow is smiling like new bride of decoration.
The history inside is wounded enough.
The identity is inside snow of journey.
The nature seems calm as human alienation.
The white snow seems the healing source of wounded journey of life.
The silence of journey associates the peaceful life.
The dignity of silence brings the calmness of life.
The most attractive nature is healing the human wound.
The beauty of wound is shining like snow of the corner.
The peace of wounded nature heals the human anxiety.
Oho! Nature you are precious to heal the worried minds of human company.
Oho! Snow you are bosom company of the human journey.
Snow is the precious gift of positive vibes of life.
Thanks nature, you are healer of human life.
Copyright @ Til Kumari Sharma.

06
Poem: “Casanova (A sonnet)”
Poet: Jayasiri Perera.
From: Sri Lanka.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

The grinding wheel of his mind
To quench the thirst without any shy
He doesn’t make his heart with smooth sound
In search of tiny flesh where humor get dry
Where damsels enjoy’s and set free
His ego is sharp and hard
To crunch and cramp the bud under bush tree
The burnt sky heating this damn bastrad
A tiny fresh blossom lament in a fear storm
Her soul is still pure and clean
The scallywag rest and brushes his arm
No sooner clouds witness the scene
Sun – moon together make evidence forever
The nature will punish him ever and forever
Bio: I am Jayasiri Perera(74) holding B.A. (Honours) in Philosophy and Masters from University of Kelaniya, Sri Lanka. Also a poet(bilingual) & journalist,(Retired lecturer.) Had released few poetry books in English and Sinhala.Still engaged as an IELTS Trainer.

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Poem: “LOVE”
Poet: Duška Kontić.
From: Montenegro
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

My beloved, you are the sigh of my soul,
My beginning and my end,
You are the smile upon my face,
The beauty of a dreamt vow.

A silent home left behind,
In your embrace, found,
Inevitable, unfinished,
Longing in broken wings.

Powerless to fly,
The dreamed, fragrant flower,
When silence overwhelms me,
Words lose their meaning.

A hidden hope approaches,
Swallowing my bewildered thoughts,
I ceased living long ago,
Bitter at the rainy skies.

I try to impress,
The man to whom I give
Verse and cherished dreams,
This is how my wish weaves the lines.

Copyright @ Duška Kontić

Bio: Duška Kontić was born in Zenica in 1958. She finished primary and secondary school in Nikšić. She graduated from the Faculty of Philosophy in Nikšić at the department of Serbo-Croatian language and Yugoslav literature. He has been writing since childhood. She is a member of the “Mirko Banjević” Literary Association from Nikšić, within which She published the collection of poetry “Nemirni smiraj”. She is also a member of the International Association of Literary Creators and Artists “Nekazano” from Bar and the Association of Writers and Artists “Zenit” from Podgorica, with which she has a successful synergy. About fifty collections and anthologies from the region adorn the shelves of her library, as well as many diplomas, letters of thanks and certificates. Three anthologies emerged from the collaboration with Tunisia, and she is represented in the Russian anthology Hyperpoem, which is in the Guinness Book of Records. .For two years in a row, She is the winner of the “Citta del galeteo” award for the excellence of foreign authors from Italy within the Verbumlandiart organization, whose patron is the president of the city of Rome. From cooperation with Brazil, Philippines, Japan, India, Italy, Peru, USA, she is also represented in anthologies sold on the Amazon platform. She lives in Nikšić, Montenegro.

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Poem: “WATERS OF THE SPIRITUAL REALM”
Poet: Irena Jovanović.
From: Zaječar, Serbia
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Sprouted from sprinkles above all realms
telling about universal claims
bringing one love in inner bells of depths
awakening all codes within one thrilling thing
sip only one drop to the lips of the burning wish
to uncover the essence hidden in the secret hints
stored at the bottom of the ancient clay pot
thrown on a wheel as a Supreme’s masterpiece
with shells and fishes in the liquid dance
bubbles and diamond stars caught in mirror bands
of brilliant sky flags and tags
to embroider this poem of all foamy waves
and joyful flows
where its substance knows
all my inner spiritual flames
floating in all fully blissful realms
poured over
divinity
Copyright @Irena Jovanović.

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Poem: “Illusions”
Poet: Dr. Dimitris P. Kraniotis
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Noiseless wrinkles
On our forehead
The frontiers of history
Shed oblique glances
At Homer’s verses
Illusions
Full of guilt
Redeem
Wounded whispers
That became echoes
In lighted caves
Of the fools and the innocent
Copyright @ Dr. Dimitris P. Kraniotis
Short Bio: Dr. Dimitris P. Kraniotis, was born in Larissa Prefecture in Greece and grew up in Stomio (Larissa). He studied Medicine at the Aristotle University of Thessaloniki. He lives in Larissa (Greece) and works as a medical doctor (internist). He is the author of 11 poetry books. He has won many international awards for his poetry which has been translated into 36 languages and published in many countries. He participated in International Poetry Festivals around the World. He is Doctor of Literature (Litt.D.), Academician in Italy, President of the 22nd World Congress of Poets (UPLI), President of the World Poets Society (WPS), Director of the Mediterranean Poetry Festival (Larissa, Greece) and Chairman of the Writers for Peace Committee of PEN Greece.

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Poem: “The moon is silent”
Poet: Soma Mukherjee .
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Along with the stars,
Being silent observes of Earth.
As the vale of gloom vanishes,
And zephyr blows the night,
I find you in my vision tonight.
As our embrace melts the thoughts,
I feel your warm breath.
When time stood still,
My heart still could feel you
In my heart.
Memories pause like a vision
One moment stopped my heart beats.
Love is sometimes a mirage,
A still moment and warmth in a hug.
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee.

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Poet:Christen Foster
Poem: “My Eyes are Yours”
From: Boston Massachusetts USA
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

My eyes are yours
From the depths of the sea
To it’s jagged rocky or sandy shores.
My cup is open ready to be poured into
Both me and you. Lets fill each other and feel
Renewed.
For you have my full support in all that you
Choose to pursue.
My eyes are yours when you lose you vision
And you are unclear about your mission.
Indecisive on your divine calling so you waver on
each decision.
My eyes are yours when
you can’t see the ceiling from the floor.
When your soul feels unfulfilled screaming for more.
Let me be your eyes young one,
I willTeach you all that I know.
Open the flood gates and let your creative sense of wonder flow.
We plant these seeds of poetries
with rains of wisdom,
watch your expression mature and grow.
Rise my child, hug my soul for the birds and I sing
to the sky beyond our earthly realm for only the eternal ancestral guides know
the beauty of hope and joy renewing every hope
to enjoy the rise of every new sunrise. When my eyes become yours.
Copyright @ Chris Foster .
Bio: Chris Foster. From a young age Chris always loved art and creativity. Although he did not know its at the time this local event would be the Catalyst that would eventually lead me into becoming inspired to writing Poetry. The moment of inspiration came when he saw a spoken word performance from a youth member of an organization called “Teen Empowerment “ Perform a poetry line where the y mentioned letting everyone go who either hurt them Or did no longer served a purpose in their life because he was moved by how reliable this Verse was to my life and the many people who no longer served my inner peace or mental health And just like that a frame of inspiration was sparked within me and since then he has dedicated his life to expressing himself through creative writing in poetry and spoken word performances. His poetry has been featured in literary magazines such as issue no 2 of the GGP Collective in 2022 and The Prairie Review Magazine in 2024.

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Poem: “The Price of a Stolen Right”
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

You walk in pride with lifted chin,
But deep within, a weight of sin.
The cries you silenced haunt the air,
Though none may see, their pain is there.

You stole a right not yours to claim,
Wrapped in gold, but steeped in shame.
No prayer can wash a heart so black,
While justice lingers at your back.

You smiled and feasted on their loss,
Forgetting each unjust gain has cost.
But angels write with sacred pen,
The deeds of all the hearts of men.

A mansion built on tears and lies
Will crumble under heaven’s eyes.
You speak of faith, you fast and pray,
Yet trample souls along your way.

No gate of Heaven opens wide
To those who stole, betrayed, and lied.
No river flows with milk and bliss
For hands that bled the poor for this.

Return the trust, undo the wrong,
Before the trumpet sounds its song.
Repent, restore, while time remains,
Lest hellfire scorch what greed obtains.

A single right, once torn apart,
Can chain the soul, can damn the heart.
You cannot bribe the Lord of skies—
He sees through every thin disguise.

So mend your ways, seek what is true,
Or Paradise won’t welcome you.
Copyright @ S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)

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Poem: “My Summer Is You”
Poet: Edna Salona-.Labrador
Country: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

My Summer Is You
Because I think of Summer
With someone in my mind
More glittering than fancies
More elegant than crowns.

Because I think of Summer
I find no day with rains
I find myself unburdened
Of problems, pains or tears

Because I think of Summer
My heart is never low
I’m always filled with gladness
With thoughts of Summer, that is, You!
Copyright @Edna Salona-.Labrador

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Poem: “Light overcoming darkness”
Poet: Priyanka Neogi.
Country:India.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

In search of a straight line of the enlightened mind of light,
The arrow of the bow is small in the small,
If Begumbahhari is also beautifully shine,
Light and darkness increase their place.
In the battle of darkness with light,
In the whole
The light overcomes the darkness.
The chapter of light and dark life,
To keep the light everywhere in the chapter,
Lighting with light goes to the edge of the light.
Full of excellence can be filled with light,
Tied to light on the rope of the rules,
The darkness has to be removed.
If the amount of light is high, the place of darkness is reduced,
The passenger is looking for light in the dark to get the light of light,
Enlightened thought, enlightened
Keeps the enlightened surprise,
The darkness gives a bully.
Continues to try to move the darkness,
On average of light, color and brightness,
Covered in darkness with dapht,
The mind should be kept in the weather in the spring.
From the storm wind, protecting the light in the dark,
Being the world.
Copyright @ Priyanka Neogi.

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Poem: “FALLOW LIGHT”
Poet: Antonis filippeos.
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Like shadows they spread all around
All those that torment me
And swirl in my mind.
Sometimes as distant rumbles
and sometimes as magic calls
that remind me not to forget
the sea depths that inside them I got lost,
whilst I endeavored to forget.
I carried on strutting like a rebellious,
all white horse,
that runs,
and runs…
in virgin forests, secret,
where my white forelock ripped the air,
drawing a song
as fey as familiar,
like the pieces that broke,
like the lucent pieces
whilst biding for a fire,
a strong flame, enraging fiery,
to bring them back together.
Copyright @ Antonis filippeos.

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Poem Name: “when You Said Yes”
From: Nigeria
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbi
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

When You Said Yes
I didn’t need the sky to open
or the earth to shake beneath my feet.
Just the quiet curve of your smile
and the warmth in your eyes
when you said yes.

No fireworks. No crowd.
Just you,
and the echo of something eternal
wrapped in that moment.

I had dreamed of this
not in loud colors or grand speeches,
but in the gentle way your hand
might find mine,
and stay.

Your yes wasn’t just a word
it was a home,
a promise spoken in a language
only hearts understand.
It told me:
You believe in this love,
in me,
in us.

And suddenly, every poem I ever wrote
made sense.
Every waiting day
was worth it.
Every prayer
had your name written in it.

Now we walk forward
not as two wondering hearts,
but as one rhythm,
one quiet fire
that will burn through storms,
and seasons,
and time.

You said yes.
And my whole world
stood still
just long enough
to become whole.
Copyright @Emmanuel Adegbi

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Poem: “Beehive in Winter”
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

grey is the fallen month, resting in the silvered slats of tombwood
tilted to the early stars; empty towers are closing the day
beside the permanence of a chalk-smudge moon.
The thin and silver wings have disappeared
and even starlight cannot find them.
They drift as gases and new dust,
in the sudden and still quietness,
and in the memory of the lonely, shivering queen
Copyright @ Helen Pletts.

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Poem: “Minutes Parade Due”
Poet: Ruby Kaila Malhotra
Country: Canada
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Gum bags tirade seeded, prophesies, bog, I, checks, peek, mold, I weep
La Noche Haba Legado y Ella Dijo, Mucho,, pieces, divided, wee, I weep
Sent arts boondocks stroking, grey orby spirits, polymers, parcel I weep
Walls glance sat, the chewable moon’s journey,, budget fecund, I weep

. Asemic eagles frame, red, atriums, dark wolf, dandelions’ noise, I weep
Bubbles blow, metered doses, parcel, transparent sheds, wraps, I weep
Buds weigh upon stuffed chests, giggling silkworms, waters, toll, I weep
Tilts from shores, titch, bed, plains, skies, draft, waves, squeeze, I weep

. Lady bugs forget to retract, tumblers, crooning, secrets, potoo, I weep
Curved tattoos flash of pulp, ledges sign beads pacing passages I weep
Interlocks winnow dumb, charades, breasts, feed, guards extol, I weep
Sharp chains lock, doors, shiraz, cheeks, charms, steward Hyde, I weep

. Clouds chalk job, handloomed cities, fountains ooze chocolate, I weep
Zephyr’d moon steams goats patrol counting tongues neo flock I weep
Latin reads Chahar usual, Manaswi alibis, drip dressed in Purbi, I weep
Flowing turbans spell, beating yards, loose, nets refurbish, toll, I weep

. Retro vouchers Khilji buffs pestles optics grind, mirrors so hang, I weep
Five upon four eyes assemble, altars thumbs don’t twiddle mud I weep
Proverbial mnemonics post, bioscope, twirl, gallantry prop hues I weep
Braw crown feathers chew apples uber key windows gates yield I weep

. Temples prosodic taboo, pound, cadence tilt, amalgams, crocs, I weep
Drones quicken hums devein, mystify, Alice wonders land pitch I weep
Forums apprentice cabins, so, races inbound, gills track, chords I weep
Chanting words fiddle measure, pyramids, mode, play instincts I weep

. Protege parables trends, sheep innovate lion’s gills,,,, gulf golds I weep
Rolling panaceas strings can’t, pull chopper raised pearl, pranks I weep
Beefy trials park, no, galore, that uproot, if, whistles, blow seas, I weep
Enamored compares enumerated, affinity, probable’s, heritage, I weep

. Beeping love has, stored, valleys, of cogent, soils, contemporize I weep
Unborn glow fervors crystal, penetrations, titles tribute courses I weep
Willows time called upon chastise, scattered pilgrims, o! spring, I weep
Peeping zebras, mold, chipmunks, sanctum, must, creme pour ? I weep

. Lo melting clocks garnish, Romans, Vernals, pointlessly smother, I weep
Fluted bends ingredient I-versed, mangoes oaks collyrium, tears, I weep
Schooled wraps render streets, free, cheap, palliative dust, traps I weep
Transformers trapeze, counters, blog, counties scream, pride, ox I weep

. Sugared carnations dew, summered nymphs, couther lags swim I weep
Coded orbits words buzz, tints, nestled toads braid, urban whim I weep
Guzzling gazettes initiate chipped fusions, fields weep, in winds, I weep
Lipped sanctuaries muse unseen, Bogos, switched-plated, burns I weep

. Tinkering wands bleus wonder skin-circling springs by hot grants I weep
Stella bolds spring, belts, clay, layered, cloth, litmus hourglasses, I weep
Laying upon scrunched sheafs arched arrows, cast odd passes by I weep
Grounded voice scales, no fractioned, roofs knot, bandana diced I weep

. Every samurai set, sails, navy, Benzaiten, chilli, tempers flair, sew I weep
Ribs stew tins China,, drink tee, pagodas stationed, webbed feet I weep
Cradled keystrokes raft, vapid, bumping corals nuqta manicured, I weep
Sanquin boot squeeze, battle-laid, asunder, champion,, margins, I weep

. O look further, no, Hira is burning, in, the hard bushes, days wet, I weep
Twisted pen, paddles, satin, sheets ink, pierces, covers, Nite, bet, I weep
Sweltering oars advertise, serviettes, please ball, park, noon yet, I weep
Mist outbreak guarded, cite, guided loom stalk two utile, twilight I weep

. Verdure iron bridge chucking tape’s Celtic, your, call nizam, mots, I weep
Dark side of white 1st, generation fixation, field day accustomed, I weep
Matilda wakes in me, honey, stones skin, puzzles fatten, laughter, I weep
Shadow farewells flyaway eggs dated, curls oak-smitten shell arm I weep
Copyright @ Ruby Kaila Malhotra

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Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
Poem: ” SPRING IN THE TEACUP”
From Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 27, May 2025.

. now the slow spring breeze
even the peach trees hold their breath
The cold has delayed past the promise of swallows

. I chose the lotus West Lake’s hundred-petal bloom
still wet with morning
her scent, soft silk of memory
to cradle this year’s first tea

. In my quiet house, smoke curls from pomelo peel
and a whisper of rain braids itself into steam
you came from far away, but here

. watch the green buds rise
in the wide-mouthed porcelain.
they reach, they bloom
like something sweet to remember

. drink slowly, let the fragrance stay between us
let the lotus read where words would stumble
all of spring has gathered in this one cup

. and when you go, do not take perfume
take only this taste, this moment
carry it gently on your lips
a season the cup still sings
. Copyright © Võ Thị Như Mai

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Poem: “That day is not far away.”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Cry, The Earth, cry!
Don’t be silent, The Earth!
Look at the scorching sun outside,
I haven’t seen a single cloud flying;
Yet, day and night,
Countless bullet clouds are falling every day.
Tell me, where is the thick black cloud?
That flood of thunder and noise
Everything is washed away there.
Black smoke was released like chaff,
Innumerable bullets were fired by bombers,
The bright day was covered in the darkness of black smoke.

There, scattered all around;
The bodies of small children.
Earth, do you have a heart?
Don’t cry for once.
So many people are buried,
Under the rubble.
So many mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, husbands, wives,
What is the crime?
Those young children,
To seize land for the greed of the state;
How many dead body do you want?
How much blood do you want?
Wherever you set your foot,
You will not be able to move.

The land that you have defiled with your own hands;
The environment
Reeks of rotting corpses of countless men, women and children.
All those innocent bodies,
and those who are still
under the rubble from the bombs you dropped.

Look! Look at the world!
Shit, shit, shit!

How long will this demonism continue?
Isn’t it time to stand by those helpless people?
They are not dead, they are not defeated, they are martyrs in their motherland.

Look, the day is not far away;
The demonic greed for land and power is in full swing;
The time of death is near.

How will the burden of so many corpses be carried?
And how many more fresh lives will it take?
The demonic laughter that is tearing the land apart.

The people of the world will wake up
to the gallows of hatred, to the slaughter of evil.
That day is not far off.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.

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Poem: “A Child’s Prayer”
Poet:George Pragikos.
From:Greece
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

I came to this earth with light upon my brow,
with a tender hope, deep within my vow.
Yet they bound me tight in silent despair,
as if I were just a lamb for slaughter, bare.

I had a balloon – the storm took it away,
we played at war instead of games each day.
My mother sang songs without a voice,
and I grew up without a childhood’s choice.

I was a child, not just a number’s trace,
not a shadow, not an enemy face.
A heart that longed to live and see,
in Palestine, in a small yard, free.
I was a child, full of light and plea –
not a mistake upon the line to be.

The sun burned out, the day turned bitter grey,
a wound sleeps in my friend’s eyes every day.
I never saw spring, nor knew true delight,
but I learned what silence means in ruins and fright.

I was a child, not just a number’s trace,
not a shadow, not an enemy face.
A heart that longed to live and see,
in Palestine, in a small yard, free.
I was a child, full of light and plea –
not a mistake upon the line to be.

And if my life faded too soon from the skies,
may it become a flame where the soul’s hope lies.
Let not the grown forget the shame they sowed –
for killing tomorrow, where silence flowed.

I was a child…
a spark in a time of despair.
Hold me at the world’s turning tide –
like a prayer…
Copyright @ George Pragikos

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Poem: “NOTHING MORE BEAUTIFUL”
Poet: Nikola Mrdak
From: Montenegro .
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

I speak to you in verses and rhymes
And string pearls into a necklace
Around your neck
By the flame of this candle
Your eyes tonight
Shine with a strange glow.

No, don’t speak, my dear
The gentle touch of a hand
Unites us for eternity
Let passion and longing
Carry us
And let our lips meet on their own.

It will be so even when one day
We fall tired and worn
Nothing speaks more of beauty
Nor is more silent about love.
Copyright @ Nikola Mrdak

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post Poem: “Cherita”
Poet: Barbara Anna Gaiardoni
From: Verona, Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Cherita
trip album

uncertain steps
of a baby

magical creatures
appearing during
the full moon
Copyright @ Barbara Anna Gaiardoni

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Poem: “OUT OF ISCHEMS”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni
From: Italy
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Try, once in your life, to stop living outside each ischeme,
without constant ink interruptions to the vein’s phoneme,
so that the western crisis becomes an occipital crisis,
with the saving of ants increase the consumption of cicadas.

As you stopped reading, at least stop writing
‘public’ that doesn’t exist and forces us to sell books like vacuum cleaners,
Porta a Porta, where Novi Aldi goes on Vespa and returns Bompiani,
after abandoning Theseus’ ship, in whiff of hurricanes.

This is the century, or the millennium, of the professional artist
not knowing how to do anything, you are content to remain a figurehead,
among the various shrewd actors and actresses of the publishing market
willing to give their children to a rom in exchange for an inch of shelf space
in the prestigious Feltrinelli bookshop in your town
you don’t want to stop living out of ischems, c’aggia fa?
Copyright @ Ivan Pozzoni

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Poem: “DIVORCE PAPER-18”
Poet: Niloy Rafiq.
From: Cox’s bazar, Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Sixty springs response to the rain-call of kadam flowers in Ashar
Bunches of dreams with the craftsman the birthday is ready
Deep darkness at the root, masks of corona at the door
Festivals are so much needed under the fringe of fanaticism.

Cloud trees are there on the left and right, a sip of heaven during sunset
The eyes of money-reeking humanity are in the dry fish quarter everyday
The pen is merciless to cross the bridge of Pulsirat
Hafiz from Persia weeps ceaselessly on the river bank.

Drawn by a showy love in a nest of fame covered by void
Landscapes in Facebook golden hue of under-aged wood
Even the wound-marked backbone itself doesn’t know dancing
The divorce paper is the alluvium of peace thrown in the seedbed.
Copyright @ Niloy Rafiq. (Translated by Jyotirmoy Nandy)

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Poem: The Truth, affects Reality
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath.
From: India near Kolkata.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

An image, a reflection!
A reflection, is an image,
Caters, a view changed.
From, shadow to reality,
Differs completely from purity.
Mind may seek, thee, to give
The whole world, keep for ME,
How far that is true to one
Who is an image from his, own self He or She!
Reality, doth win the fact, not, The TRUTH,

Character is nothing, mixed with acid and Brut.
For him to lose, everything as simple
To catch bubble in spume,
As air vanishes, remains asume.
I am a character shadow, results in
No,
Question!
Come by answer in itself as fume
Copyright @ Prabir Kumar Rath.

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Poem: “The Love You Deserve”
Poet: Raechel
From: Cambridge, UK
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Like a golden ray of sunshine,
Piercing through stormy obsidian clouds,
A light that leads to salvation.
Bringing contentment, not just comfort.

Like the sparkling dew of dawn,
Sprinkling life upon the green.
One that makes you feel alive.
A life that’s shared, but not sacrificed.

Like pollen carried by the bees,
A lifeline for blossoms in bloom.
Sensing solace and rightful peace.
A sturdy pillar to ground your soul.

Like the first buds of plum blossoms,
Marking the end of a merciless winter.
A silent stroke of serendipity,
In the heart of darkest times.

Like a mirror reflecting the real you,
A space that needs no pretence,
Where you can simply be yourself.
Compassionate, yet never compromised.

Like the final dance of a ballet,
Gripping millions in triumphant grace.
A love so bold, all-consuming,
Engraved in the soul for eternity.
Copyright @ Raechel

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Poem: ” I have been saved by the grace of God!”
Poet: Lisa Christian.
From: United States.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Everyone has a different way to recover,
on my own, this I needed to discover.
I once got clean and thought one taste of alcohol or one hit of weed
Would sacrifice all the hard work I put into me.
Along this road of recovery I have had to learn,
So long as I keep trying, my clean time I earn.
Getting clean from shooting heroin is not an easy task.
“But did you use methadone or suboxone?” you ask.
Yes, is the honest answer, and yes is the answer I gave.
But when prescribed this “medication” it wasn’t put’n me in a grave.
I took it like I was supposed to, in order to reach my goals.
I didn’t misuse it because I was done with poking holes.
As I lowered my dosage I began to withdraw,
So long as I was working towards recovery and still giving it my all,
I was still racking up cleantime, don’t judge me, it’s not your call.
I smoked a little weed to get rid of the aches and the pain,
I didn’t misuse it because I was done being stuck out in the rain.
Finally the aches and the pain was no more,
I didn’t need to smoke weed before I walked out the door.
I’m not ashamed of using medication and weed.
It’s not about what you think, it’s about what I need.
I had a situation where I couldn’t think right, I couldn’t cope,
I couldn’t stop thinking it would all go away if I had some dope.
I drove to the drug dealer, praying the whole way,
I didn’t wanna get high no matter what you say.
This what what I was used to doing when my life would get rough
I drove right on by because come on, enough is enough.
I’m not going to lie, I stopped by the station and I bought me a shot
It was a way better choice, do you agree or not?
So, did I lose my cleantime? Some people would say… yup!
But I made a better decision,so my cleantime’s still adding up.
Now some may think I’m wrong for this end of story.
But inside my heart, I’m thanking God, and giving Him allm the glory.
I am a heroin addict that had to make a choice,
I chose to do the right thing, and listen to God’s voice.
Sometimes in life you have to choose the lesser of two evils, It’s not what you want to do but it’s the only reprieval.
Some people are going to look at me with a mean look on their face,
But I don’t doubt for one second, I was saved by God’s grace.

I had a plan to quit using every single one of these drugs
It was going to take time to fix me, no more sweeping problems under rugs.
Since that day everything in my life has changed,
My whole world is different, like completely rearranged.
Did I lose my cleantime for choosing to take a shot?
I made the right decision, believe it or not.
4 year, 8 months, and 29 days,
For every single one, I give God thanks and praise!
Copyright @ Lisa Christian

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Poem: “INTIMACY (1)”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta .
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Intimacy is
not merely about physicality
Intimacy is all about Truth
When you realise
you can tell your truth
when you can bare yourself to someone
when you can stand in front of someone
to show your most vulnerable self
your soft, sensitive side
Your tender feelings
You can narrate tales
of your dark, grey and bright side
You bare your heart and soul
when you are ready to work
for becoming a whole person
you expose yourself
that you are still a work in progress
and yet accepted as you are
you feel safe with that someone
that’s Intimacy.
Copyright @ Sangeeta Gupta .

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Poem: “Brushstrokes Of the Moment”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Life is my gallery—silent and wide,
Each moment a canvas where truths coincide.
With colors of courage and brushes of light,
I paint through the shadows, I sketch through the night.

No echoes of “should have,” no frames of regret,
Just strokes of the present in hues deeply set.
The past is a whisper, the future unknown,
But I am the artist—this now is my own.

Let the masterpiece rise from the rhythm within,
With love as my palette and hope as my skin.
Each breath a creation, each dream a design,
In the gallery of life, this canvas is mine.

So let it begin—with no fear, no disguise,
A sunrise of purpose to color the skies.
Unfolding the beauty that lives in my vow:
I’m the artist of now. Let the masterpiece bow.
Copyright @ Saeeda Akhtar

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Poem: “THE MIRROR ASKS ME: WHO AM I?”
Poet: Taghrid Bou Merhi.
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Whenever I stand before the mirrors,
they stand before me…
as if they know the path ahead of me,
they gaze at me long,
staring into my face,
asking about wrinkles that never aged,
about a little girl
still playing in the corners of my eyes,
drawing lines of wonder
that haven’t yet dissolved in the salt of years.

They touch me
as though searching for me within my own body,
tracing a forgotten map
left by time in the heart of evening,
they pass over my cheeks
as if warmth
had chosen to hide its seasons there.

They caress my hair,
inhale the remnants of a scent
that once dwelled in the seasons of passion,
then whisper:
“How do you see yourself?”

I laugh…
but laughter, too, is a mirror
that weeps when sounds shatter within it.
She cried…
collapsed at my feet
as though she were me
when I wasn’t ready to fall.
I lifted her…
held her as if
gathering the scattered pieces of my features,
we clung together,
and the sound of shared heartbeat
flared within us,
we wept,
and water flowed from the heart
cleansing the shadows that clung to us.

Our fingers intertwined,
like branches suddenly sprouting
from chests weighed down by life,
they grew without permission,
nourished by tears
that never denied their thirst.

We ran…
not knowing where,
the wind behind us,
dust all around
painting the outlines of our vanishing,
yet we laughed,
as if everything
had been waiting for our run.

To the “laundry”?
Perhaps,
to nowhere?
Perhaps,
to the mirror itself
when it flees from its silence
to ask us who we are?

We run,
not knowing,
but within the running
lies a truth yet unread.
And the light?
It burns whenever it tries
to become a candle
in the darkness of the self.
Copyright @ TAGHRID BOU MERHI.

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Poem: “The Peace”
Poet: Dr. Debabrata Maji.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Sustain Peace to encourage
Everybody should contribute.
Plays as social agent constructive
Secure of all futures equitable.

Minimize to roaring temperature
And protect earth for deadly fire.
Conflict and tension may defuse
Stop poverty inequality and injustice.

Reinforce to humanity existence
Act to build a more inclusive.
To cultivate a culture of Peace
International Day of Peace observe.
Copyright @ debabratamaji.

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Poem: “Remembering the Autumn of 1981 While Passing by Xi’an Film Studio”
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

From the desolate suburbs to the bustling streets
in just an instant, over forty years have passed
That once-lost first-year college freshmen
still gropes in the dark, walking all the way to the outskirts
toward any place with light
But as he approaches, those lights immediately go out
reverting to mounds, cold bricks and tiles
dark red palaces, twisted roads
ruins and fields connected by stone bridges

He finally knocks on the door of a farmhouse
the father and daughter give him water and let him sit on the kang
while they stand in the room and stare at him calmly
his whirlwind kicks and the police officer’s applause: “Not bad!”

In the morning, he is sent back to Textile City by bus
lost again, in the lecture hall of the Textile University
He falls in love with the girl who guided him during the early morning self-study
later, he goes to find her and talks with her on the road for a while
from then on, these become the plot of a movie

He never truly escapes, and now
recalling all this is an impostor actor
so absorbed in his performance that he can no longer distinguish
who he is, and who directed this play
perhaps only death can wake him from this Truman Show

Written during a morning walk on May 19, 2025 by Ma Yongbo
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo.

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Poem: “You are the.”
Poet :SHEKAR T B
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

You are the heaven’s beauty
You are the bright of stars
You are the light of moon
You are the music of sang
You are the feelings mind
You are the stamina of power
You are the affection of love
You are the strength of my life
You are the oasis of spirit
You are the supporter of win
You are the resourse of colour
You are the love of god.
You are the memory of my loneliness
You are the soulmet
You are the my life.
You are the symbol of love
Copyright @ Thathanahally B Shekara.

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Poem: JUST A SIMPLE LIFE
Poet. : FLOCERPIDA S. VILLARUEL
From: PHILIPPINES
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

I want to have a peaceful life
A happy family bounded by love
Our helping hands will alleviate
And have our dreams be fulfilled.
Adversity will not be a hindrance
To attain our goals and uplift our lives
Our dedication and faith in God
And solemn prayer will help a lot.
Luxurious things are not the key
For a happy life and stability
Learn to be grateful for every thing we have
And whatever will be, we have to accept.
Embellish our life by being cordial
To all the people we meet around
Let the good trait–
diligence and perseverance-
Be the tools we use for goals to acquire.
Copyright @ Flocerpida S.Villaruel

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Poem: “Love”
Poet: Sipra Debnath.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Love comes softly,
on quiet steps—
By the time you notice, it’s already in deepest mood inside.
It feels gentle, almost mild,
But truly, it stirs the soul far and wide.
At first, it’s peaceful—
Humble, tender, soothing—like a breeze
Whispering secrets in a sigh,
Like sunbeams offering a warm embrace across the sky.
Love is a shoreline where waves speak low,
A silent stream that carries deep into inner heart.
A soft smile lingers on the lips,
A glowing face, like a doll that gently slips
Into a dance of joy and grace,
With a pure, quiet heart in place.

It plays like a sweet romantic tune,
A Holi song beneath the moon—
Bringing joy, unbound and true,
A happiness that endlessly renews.
Copyright @ Sipra Debnath.

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Poem: “A Child’s Prayer”(n0-pic)
Poet: Evia Smile.
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

I came to this earth with light upon my brow,
with a tender hope, deep within my vow.
Yet they bound me tight in silent despair,
as if I were just a lamb for slaughter, bare.

I had a balloon – the storm took it away,
we played at war instead of games each day.
My mother sang songs without a voice,
and I grew up without a childhood’s choice.

I was a child, not just a number’s trace,
not a shadow, not an enemy face.
A heart that longed to live and see,
in Palestine, in a small yard, free.
I was a child, full of light and plea
not a mistake upon the line to be.

The sun burned out, the day turned bitter grey,
a wound sleeps in my friend’s eyes every day.
I never saw spring, nor knew true delight,
but I learned what silence means in ruins and fright.

I was a child, not just a number’s trace,
not a shadow, not an enemy face.
A heart that longed to live and see,
in Palestine, in a small yard, free.
I was a child, full of light and plea –
not a mistake upon the line to be.

And if my life faded too soon from the skies,
may it become a flame where the soul’s hope lies.
Let not the grown forget the shame they sowed –
for killing tomorrow, where silence flowed.

I was a child…
a spark in a time of despair.
Hold me at the world’s turning tide –
like a prayer…
Copyright @ Evia Smile

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Poem: “Pen Capsule”
Poet: Muammar Al-Sufyani,
From: Yemen 🇾🇪
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Happiness is to live on..
A fading hill in time.
And around you,
the pictures call
out in .
. the prime of life.
It says to your heart..
You are my frame…
Oh palace of autumn.
Above the clouds,
it walks with God’s pride.
I found my pulse on you,
his hand is killing
sorrow above ..
the mountains..
Oh necklace of love, you will not break…
Copyright @ Muammar Al-Sufyani.

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Poem: “A Woman’s Heartbeat”
Poet: Rey Supranes.
From: Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

In the first pangs of hunger,
Its faucets open.
Drowning the mouth
To sail away and not to drift
In a prosperous voyage.
Naturally framed
Like a mountain.
The peak is awe-inspiring
To adore and climb.
It is where the lullaby nestled
To calm the weary and dreary.
The arches are the paradigm
Of a woman’s anatomy;
Of a woman’s story;
Of a woman’s victory;
To care and nurture
The entire humanity.
A woman’s heartbeat
Does not come from her heart
But from the blessings
Of her breasts.

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Poem : “Source milk”
Poet: Nguyễn Thị Thùy Linh
From: Vietnam.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

The neighbor woman sat breastfeeding her baby
I hid behind the door
Looked blankly at each drop of milk falling on her shirt
Like dewdrops on blooming mustard fields

Waving me in, she told me to suckle the remaining breast
I was five years old and the newborn
Instantly became fetuses
Both sucked on the umbilical cord
Growing in the belly of another giant mother

Keeping flowing in my childhood
The warm, fragrant taste of mother’milk
I have never found it anywhere
Try to taste the morning dew mixed with sunlight
On a plumply lotus bud

The woman now has gray hair
Working as a village healer
Treating mothers with blocked milk ducts

The shadow of a tree holding a nursing baby just passed me
A shooting star in the sky swept streaks of light
If everything stopped
The cosmic breast would still circulate the sweet flows of milk.
Copyright @ Nguyễn Thị Thùy Linh

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Poem: “Festive love” Poet: John Adnan Karajoli
From: Greece,Athens.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

December, if I remember correctly, around twenty.
Christmas was approaching
and everything had taken on a festive
look; the shops, the houses, the yards and the souls of the people
to experience the birth of our Christ.
A light snow fell at dawn and everything turned white.

The branches of the trees made strange and beautiful shapes and you said,
If I were a painter, I would take my brushes to paint the miracle of nature.
It was the first welcome of Winter! Love was added
and love became even more beautiful.
I’m talking about my love.

and love became even more beautiful.
I’m talking about my love.
I gently caressed her velvety and beautiful face and in her eyes I looked for paradise
and the miracle of the Earth!

I hugged her tightly and squeezed her, squeezing her, to make sure it was true.
Finally, the dream came true.
I had time to meet love in love on the road to search.
I was covered with snow,
but I was warmed by the kisses of my beloved.
As soon as I entered the Temple of Love,
I took the established oath.

I will not leave my love away from you again, I said.
I was wondering, how long the fire of love will last this time..
. And I was left in the dream and I remembered the poetry again to live everything in red!
Love has its way of overcoming you.
Copyright @ John Adnan Karajoli ,Greece,Athens.
Bio: John Karajoli, Is a Greek poet, born in Syria on 09/01/1951 in Efrin city , north of Aleppo. His family is of Kurdish origin. He spent his early childhood in the city of Efrin where his father served as e Prefect. His mother , Amina Seicho, was a gifted and charismatic woman ,with numerous artistic qualities . His father , Adnan Karajoli, was a writer- lawyer who fought for the rights of the beloved Syrian people .In the spring of 1955 the Karajoli family was relocated to Damascus , where they had previously resided. He had the opportunity to study in beautiful Romania, at the Bucharest Dentistry School and he finished his studies by acquiring the specialty of Orthodontist. After he completed his course of studies, he had the opportunity to visit Greece, after being invited by his Greek fellow students. Since then, 34 years of creative work have passed, delving into the area of orthodontics and literature. He is a founding member of a Greek association for Orthodontic study and research, with an honorary distinction at the 9th Pan-Hellenic orthodontic congress (Athens 2006) He barely felt as a foreigner in Greece. He received the love of the Greek people and he still enjoys it, here in beautiful Thessaloniki , Macedonia . In the summer of 1985, the Muse bestowed her gift on the poet, thus he started writing his first verses. His first poetic collection was published in 2011 under the title “Colors of an Era “, from ALDE publishing. He is a member of the Litterateurs Association of Northern Greece and of the cultural social institution “Amphictyonic League of Hellenism”. He received ‘ Honorary Distinction’ at the 4th International Poetic Contest on “Hellenic speech, Light of the World” (Thessaloniki, May 3rd , 2014) . He gave a lecture at the 3rd International Amphictyons Congress on : The History of Hellenic-Syrian Culture they took place at the French Institute of Thessaloniki (May 2014) , at the festival : Celebration of Multilingualism on :Language and Communication (Municipality of Thessaloniki, May 30th and 31st 2014) at the “1st Panhellenic Contest –Bequest of Nana Kontou 2010” by the Association of the Smyrnian people of Asia minor in northern Greece , with his poem titled “Smyrna” (Thessaloniki, November 20th 2010). His work under the title “Colours of an Era “was published in the magazine “Critique of Language and Art , positions and views “ (50th issue ,May –July 2015). He became a member of the WIP and Peace Ambassador branch of SYRIA in 2018. He received ‘Honory Distinction -Epiharmos’ at the 5th International Poetic Contest on ‘ Hellenic – Orthodox – Amphictyonia –Thessaloniki , May 2020-He lives in the town of Thessaloniki – Greece.

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Poet: Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń
From: Poland
poem: “Rose and Thorn”
,Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Why do I need this
rose that burns in me
, Why do I need these thorns
sublime in every
deed

, after the glow the darkness
of the eyes that fade
with a lying look
still in vain effort

, the swelling wave
in the tired aorta
in the veins of streams
of anger from helplessness

, perhaps to hold back
the flame of dead deeds
in the purest storm
to flow out of the thorn
. Copyright @ Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń

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Poem: “IT TAKES 2 TO TANGLE”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

In love’s sweet dance, we sway as one
Two hearts beating, till the day is done
We twirl and spin, in love’s sweet game
Together forever, our hearts will claim

With every step, our love will grow
A bond so strong, it will forever show
We’ll cherish each moment, we share our love
And in each other’s arms, we’ll rise above

In love’s sweet garden, we’ll find our way
A path that’s winding, but we’ll face the day
We’ll hold each other, through life’s ups and downs
And in each other’s love, we’ll find our crown

With love’s sweet touch, our hearts will mend
A love that’s gentle, and will never end
We’ll love each other, with all our might
And in each other’s arms, we’ll take flight

It takes two to tangle, in love’s sweet dance
A love that’s real, and takes a chance
We’ll take the leap, and give our all
And in each other’s love, we’ll stand tall

We’ll navigate, life’s joys and fears
And in each other’s love, we’ll dry our tears
We’ll laugh and love, and live as one
Together forever, our hearts will be won

In love’s sweet haven, we’ll find our nest
A love that’s strong, and will forever rest
We’ll cherish each moment, we share our love
And in each other’s arms, we’ll rise above

With every kiss, our love will grow
A love that’s pure, and will forever glow
It takes two to tangle, in love’s sweet game
And we’ll play forever, in love’s sweet flame.
Copyright @ Dominique Erecilla Albano

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Poem: “The artist didn’t survive”
Poet: Shushu Majok Wel Alier.
From: Kampala, Uganda
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

she drew a nation today
No, she’s not an artist
she is an expertise
She fictions creationism
Drawing smiles tracing in trays from bliss
Its an order with no commence
A reflection of no mirrors
She lowkey forgets the small world
has a reality to its identity
She’s no work of mind
But a brainchild
brainwashed by the sudden summer sun rays
from the Eastern Cape
How far is worth
How far does hope become less
l mean she forgets how to hold a sigh
With no hands
caged at mist
what is the pride mint
is it the silky slight
expressions
why did my jaw drop
honestly let’s face facism
what is the secret
is it the way she holds her pencil
to amuze the men
or it the fiction with charisma
and no character
what is it about her
Copyright @ Shushu Majok Wel Alier.
Bio: Shushu is a 19 year old girl from a small but happy family . She Published a book called “SUNSET OF HER DREAMS A mother

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Poem: “Cold Wave”
Poet: HyeKyung Ahn
From: Seoul Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

The evening sunlight slanted, embracing the tree.
The tree, too, laid down the burden of the day at its feet.
Cold wind howled through the alley,
but I bundled up tight and went out for a walk.
Dry grasses drew their feet together in the chill,
dust swirled up from the road.
Even the flock of ducks, perhaps hiding among the reeds,
left only the rustling of grass.
A black plastic bag swayed in the wind
like a snake raising its head.
I couldn’t bring myself to bury
the stiff cat lying in the bushes.
My steps faltered.
Was it the left path or the right one
Should I cross the stepping stones or turn back?
I couldn’t decide.
At that moment, I became an ice pillar.
The knife-like wind took me to the Arctic.
Copyright @ HyeKyung Ahn

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Poem: “GLOBAL PEACE”
Poet: Aminu Femi Jamiu.
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Global drum agog the beats of war
As it echoes its tunes, to defile stereotype
Excruciating and crucifying our ethnic, racial and social hegemony
Awoke conflicts, buried in human’s genetic blueprint
And shackled our souls, with garments of corruption.

The puzzled sky rumble over the filthy soil
That harbored men, who smoked blood and breath out violence
Impregnated the seven-stars with roars of gunboats
Making the angels intercede for global peace
Peace, the catalyst for universal progress.

Just as corruption, hatred and savagery, can deter universal tranquility
Let’s therefore plant love, in the orchard of hatred
Sail happiness across the sea of sorrow
And radiate peace, irrespective of our dichotomy
So shall we co-exist, peacefully without any disparity.
Copyright @ Aminu Femi Jamiu.

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Poem: “LIGHT SLEEPLESS SOUL”
Poet: Kapardeli Eftichia.
From: GREECE.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

I surrender my body to
dreams
the invisible hands of the night
hold me and in the light
of the day, they forget me
they leave me
to the passing
voices of the street

In the world of music
to the inconceivable sounds
the body will wake up

The soul is a heavy Temple
Columns and pillars
Dark and spiritual
there, where Faith
takes on another strength
with the Gate closed…
no one thinks
to open it.
….. the Light that smolders
Asleep, Majestic, Sovereign
to behold
Copyright @ Kapardeli Eftichia.

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Poem: “I’m Homeless Now”
Poet: LJ Bechtel, The Unexpected Poet
From: Melbourne, FL USA.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

I’m homeless now,
not without dreams, just without doors
A bed of stars above
my pillow the sound of passing tires
my thoughts too loud
in the stillness of this borrowed sidewalk

I once held keys
projects, titles, plans
Now I hold a sign
written in the ink of humility
asking not for pity
just for a pause in your rush to nowhere

I’ve walked through fires
hotter than judgment
Addiction, rebirth
each scar a stanza in my poem of survival
My past painted in brushstrokes
you’d never see in a gallery
but God, what color

I’m still me
still the artist, the builder, the teacher
the man who marched, who dared
who stood loud in the face of shame
My address changed
not my worth

So don’t look away
See me
I’m homeless now
but not voiceless, not broken
I am still becoming
what the world tried to erase.
Copyright @ LJ Bechtel.

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Poem: “SORROWLAND”
Poet: S.P.Mikherjee.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Joy-bird untouched , gone to sorrowland –
Tiny peace-ship flows nonstop aimlessly,
And accepts farewell from disappearing isle
– Inverse living , vicious dying endlessly ,
Inextricable and infectious epidemic indeed –
Debased body , reinless mind dawdling ,
Procession of death , infanticide repeatedly –
Beehive society , restricted bee-life ,
Evanescant evolution is being misrouted –
Born child prematurely survives ,
Like untamable birth of terror –
Explosion of population create demoncracy ,
Trembling awfully and awaiting for another genesis.
Copyright @ S.P.Mikherjee.

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Poem:“Things I don’t want to lose不願遺失的物”
Poet: Chen Hsiu-chen陳秀珍
From: Taiwan
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

I want a room
To lock up the kisses I don’t want to lose
If possible
I’d even want to take back the gifts I missed

Gift
Mispacked by god
And had no labels
Not easily noticed it was a gift

Poison
Decorated with sugar coating by the devil
Used beautiful text labels
Mistaken for sweets

What was a gift yesterday
Become rubbish today
Today’s caterpillar
Transforms into a butterfly tomorrow

Tears and pearls
Which is a gift?
Can tears be turned into pearls?
Can pearls be swapped for eyeballs?
（Translated by Te-chang Mike Lo）
Copyright @ Chen Hsiu-chen陳秀珍

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Poem: “To the Mystic Muse”
Poet: Muhammad Adnan Ali Gujjar.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Walking and wandering through the endless ocean,
I sipped thy potion.
Encyclopedia,
Engaging media,
And realized thy Anti-self,
A divine elf;
A visage ever welcoming the strangers,
Heart ever embracing the strugglers.
Aura full of devotion,
Spirit sharing motivation;
Rehearsing Attar, Rumi, Shams,
Cherishing the radicalism of Osho.
You show the dance of the universe,
And the courage to sip the curse;
Many thirsty quest at your river,
They never quiver,
Relishing thy divine Faith,
They ever rejoice in different Heath.
Standing tall among the ordinary,
muse, click in the heart’s divinity,
Gracing grace to the neglected generation.
O’ Great, you are real veneration.
Copyright @ Muhammad Adnan Ali Gujjar.

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Poem: “Compassionate Heart”
Poet: Dr. Vicente A.Valdez Jr.
From: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Some people are kind-hearted and philanthropic in characters
Their souls are pure and gifted to help others;
Their wisdom touches somebody’s cores
Pledging to stay around, adhere to open new doors.

It’s a good feeling that somebody cares for you
You aren’t left behind, and your willingness to help comes through
Some let you know the importance of friend
That there’s love involved in building broken hearts mend.

When there’s human value, thoughtfulness prevails
Charity is a virtue, and sympathy sets the scale
For the children who suffered the wrath of war,
Has our message that a compassionate heart isn’t that far.

In times of catastrophic disaster, earthquake, storm and flood
The world opens their aid, help out for good
In unity, we stand a call for all nations
To help one another with faith in God in affirmations.

Copyright @ Dr. Vicente A.Valdez Jr.

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Poem: “GOD SAVES US”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

I tried to be short and clear:
Only He is permanent and real!
I trust only my God,
Who created us,
I never listen the tails
Or people’ s rumors
… Only God the creater, lells the true word!
Copyright @ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.

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Poem: “SEDIMENT OF EXISTENCE”
Poet: Maid Corbic
From: Tuzla,
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Those times when I was steadfast
now they seem to have suddenly disappeared
because it seems to me that spring is coming
much earlier than it seems
Sedimentation of existence in terms of a smile
which I tell people every day
I make myself impossible in that field
because I strive to be the best version of myself
The sediment of existence in my heart
which never stopped blooming
there are still hopes in the bottom of the soul
which must not disappear suddenly
I’m still smiling and raising my hands to the Sun
because that’s the only thing left for me
my heart became untouchable
because of some who do not see good in me
But I still hope for something better
because that which is better comes into its own
just a smile is enough for me
to be like I used to be again!
Copyright @ Maid Corbic

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Poem: “Let another Baishakh come”
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

I have emptied myself to love you
I have wandered around Tabuk and Arunachal for you
The trees, creepers, and wildlife there are witnesses.
Its location is at the foot of the Himalayas,
I have heard that people there are in heaven,
I will build your house from there with trees,
All the windows and doors of your house.
I will let you have a stove in the balcony,
If you get bored with your daily gas cooking, then we will both cook fresh and delicious food on the stove.
I will build a raw house for you with a handful of earth from heaven
So that you do not forget your love.
Copyright @ Md. Sohel Dukhai.

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Poem: “Thoughts from the heart poured out”
Poet: Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: UK 🇬🇧.
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Humanity is walking towards extinction

I’m walking slowly ahead
I’m looking at the ground
And this is gray ash
I’m stopped, it’s night
The moon shines faintly
Dark clouds surround him
I look around
I see hills in front of me
Just as gray and dark
Where am I
What am I doing here in this wilderness
Something started to move
I’m looking at it in the moonlight from afar
Slowly it began to approach
A strange figure to me
As you approach
Before my eyes appeared
Rider on a black horse
He was coming towards me
He was wearing a black
A tattered cape
On his head there is a hood pulled over his face
A horse as black as coal
From his snorts he snorted fire
Eyes like hot coals
Sparks of fire from under the hooves
They crackled loudly
The rider looked like
Flying sinister raven
In this dark robe
He stopped in front of the demna
Who are you, I ask
The figure jumped off the horse
And she came up to me
Chilling
He answered in his voice
I’m going to wipe out humanity
They forgot about important things
About the spiritual essence of his life
They have dark hearts
Full of the filth of hatred
Greed and the omnipresent lie
They became a disgrace to the earth
I was sent to do this
He ended once and for all
I looked at him
And I cried out from my heart
There is still hope
He replied ominously
I wonder what kind of
Love
That lies dormant in each of them
You just need to wake her up
I said and I continue to say
Every person has a
The power of higher feelings
Some Are Changed
From one man
It will begin
Not all people
They are evil to the bone
I believe that this will happen
The figure nodded
She jumped on her horse with one leap
She looked at me and said
Watch and observe
Saying this, she turned her horse around
And galloped away
Disappearing behind the gray hills
Suddenly, the moon disappeared
The clouds have dispersed
From behind the dark hills
The sun began to rise
Suddenly I saw
Fast-growing
Beauty green grass
It looked like this
As if a green carpet was being rolled out quickly
Green has been made all around
Suddenly, with a loud crack
They began to grow rapidly upwards
From nowhere becoming great
In an instant from the gray desert
It has become an oasis of life
A small ditch
The water began to flow like crystal
Surprised how quickly
It has changed before my eyes
I’m looking at the sapphire sky
And above my head
Two royal eagles
Proudly they make circles
Then I understood
Each of you has two sides
One bright, the other dark
It’s only up to you
Which side will you choose
Which one you will listen to
However, I have joy in my heart
I believe that people
They will finally peel
The right direction of life
Towards humanity
Luton UK
copyright @ Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek

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Poem: “Maturity”
Poet: Aravindan..S.S.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Maturity depends on instrument we use
Maturity depends on how self in use
Repenting to self is the actual one
Repenting to others may actual fun
Repenting drives to maturity
Repeated repenting is inferiority
Copyright @ Aravindan..S.S.

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Poem: “All about mindset”
Poet: Ranjan sagar
From:India
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

Look around and find reality.
Look with in and find yourself,
Never stop learn remind it,
Because life never stop teaching

The biggest suspense of life
Is that you don’t know who is praying for you and who is playing with your emotions.
One who knows him self is
Never disturbed by what others
Think about him; you should Never giving up,
instead of that you should think that i will do hard work and i will get success
Believers is the base of everything ;so never stop
Believe in yourself.

Good decisions come from experience but experience from
Bad decision : this is life so never regret. Learn from mistake and go ahead.
Success comes when you belive in your self, if you want to suceed you just need to believe in yourself, believe in yourself.

Belive before you pray
Listen before you speak
Earn before you spend
Think before you write
Tray before you quit
Live life before life leaves you.

We have to change negative mindset ; to go far away from negativity.
Doesn’t matters if people not recognise our good deeds,
The people who benefited will surely acknowledged it.
Copyright @ Ranjan sagar

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Poem: “Season of love”
Poet: Badamasi Ismail Chikaji
From: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 27, May,Tuesday,2025.

The raining season
Blows cool and warm breeze
Amazingly beautiful,
We go to farm and cultivate the field
Hoe and cutlass are busy talking like art
Planting maize and rice in the weather
We are happy and flowers are glad

When the sky is pregnant,
Stones and grasses smile,
Then rain cheerfully dances
On the earth,
We dance gladly like a prisoner
Out of jail

We take a bus to the farm,
feed the plant like a cat with its baby
Playing yar’carafke
After the rainfall,
Sleeping in cool and splendid mood,
Like a lion in its jungle.
Copyright @ B-Isma’il Chikaji