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01.
Poem: “FAREWELL”
Poet: Antonis Filippeos
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

I am searching for a reason
in the theater of my life.
I get a response from no one.
Eyes tear in the light
keep telling lies to me.
I believe them.
I’m afraid of the truth;
I know it hurts.
A why does not let me erase from around me
the threads that drift me
at unknown roads.
I see paths of choices
in my inner desert.
I cut the tree I grew up with.
I gain nothing.
I forget many things
because I wanted so,
without thinking it over too much.
Always everything is too much for me;
less is more for you
that you left away from me…
Don’t ask me; I have also left,
I don’t exist for you anymore.
Don’t raise your hand to touch me;
I am not here,
at the time that you wish.
Don’t come back to look for me.
I found the way by myself;
I did not need you.
Let me do what I want.
Wallow with me in what I am searching from a distance.
I want you there,
by my side and away from me.
Let the wind scroll your eyes;
You’ll see, you’ll love it…
Copyright @ Antonis Filippeos.

02.
Poem: “Emptiness.”
Poet: Afroza Jasmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

I had a Mountain;
next to it was a Natural spring,
There were a thousand varieties of trees,
The clouds agreed,
Suddenly it began rained,
Animals and birds took shelter,
Under a thousand trees;
The farmers left their plows,
And came in groups.

Today there is no sign of the mountains,
No one knows where the trees are ?
The clouds are not counted,
A desolate land all around there.

Sometimes I see brick and stone buildings there;
The beauty of the mountains is no more.
The invader cut down the mountains and gathered his own food.
Now, only the empty heart cries in the wilderness.
When did the fickle Natural spring disappear?

My advice ;
Don’t destroy Natural beauty ,
It is our heart ,
Love all Mountains, Hills,Ocean and Rivers ,
Love The Blue sky , Animals and flowers ,
You can build The Earth like a heaven .
Stop stop stop! Don’t cut Don’t cut ;
All natural beauty is our Heart.
Copyright @ Afroza Jasmine.

03.
Poem: “The Reason why eyes are only in the front”
Poet: Kang, Byeong-Cheol.
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Keep your eyes forward and walk
Walk, and keep on walking
Take a step or two back only when necessary
But everyone’s destiny is to move forward
Those who are alive
Must move forward.

If you deeply love the past
And seek divine revelations from it
Then it’s okay to stay there
But if not, then live in this dynamic moment.

The leaves of a silver fir tree, sparkling in the sunlight,
Won’t show their backs unless there is no wind.

Unless it’s absolutely necessary to look back,
Keep moving forward.
There may be times when you take a few steps back,
But even on a moonless night, you must move forward.
The silver fir tree looks even more beautiful when it shows its back,
But it won’t reveal its bright silver color without the wind.
Copyright @ Kang, Byeong-Cheol.

04.
Poem: “Angels”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou .
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

One day an angel came to earth
He saw the faces of humans
He become one of them
He saw the body of humans
He created onebody
He even walk like them
But the big problem was the wings
Where the humans hide their wings??
Copyright @Eva Petropoulou Lianou
Bio: Multi AwardedAuthor children literary International poet.Official candidate for Nobel Peace prize 2024.

05.
Poem: “IN THE SEA OF PEACE, LOVE COLLECTED SURVIVES”
Poet: Maid-Corbic
From: Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

A sea of miles, a river of silence cries out for peace
Love is given to good people.
Ready to continue to support every step of the way
Only the happiness that surrounds them
The meaning of everything is victory and battle.
That love lies, everyone in this world knows.
Without it, the world would be ruined.
Which is still a glimmer of hope for us humans.
Who believes that war makes no sense?
And that fighting for no one’s country is absurd?
We can say that peace is justified today all day.
And I look for a spark of hope in everything.
That the world will understand goodness
And that we will divide happiness into equal parts
Love unites and gives everything to people.
Who create peace as they know best, by deeds
It is a deed when we pat others on the shoulder.
Love lies directed towards goodness
Happiness is great if we give knowledge
The power of ordinary people always has, just know
I need to use the moment of my life
I believe that love is the meaning of life.
Yes, the reason for everything is hope.
Yes, continue to promote world peace.
We give importance to people who are afraid.
To express everything they want and feel
And I think that peace is justifiably lasting.
The ball of happiness is shrouded in truth.
Traces in the snow and in the mud, peace lives
Name and predicate “growth”
The perpetuation of life is an embrace for me of love and attention inexhaustible!
Copyright @ Maid-Corbic

06.
poem:”If I lived ten lives in any of the worlds, and there are many”
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

if i lived ten lives in any of the worlds
and there are many, needing you would
still pivot on the axis of known,

and the smallest need I have
still be in the centre of you

—strung with rough stars
deep in the heady gases
from dead stars that merge
with us
Copyright @ Helen Pletts.

07.
Poem: “My Life In A Nutshell.”
Poet: Raechel.
From: Cambridge, UK.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

There was no luck,
But there was love.
There were tough times,
But there was talent.
There were no luxuries,
But there was liberty.
There was no perfection,
But there was punctuality.
There were many who were rude,
But their faults were rectified.
There were too few wishes granted,
But there was always gratitude.
There was little kindness,
But there was that one kinship.
There was so much pain,
But along came some sweet perks.
There was nonsense,
But it was met by tolerant nature.
Guess what they said was true,
For it struck me as the truth.
When one door closes,
Another opens for certain.
Copyright @Raechel.

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08.
Poem: “EMERALD GARDENS”
Poet:Irena Jovanović,
From: Zaječar, Serbia.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Evergreen thoughts
deeply diving into the Self
recalling peaceful nuances
and mildest waves of the attitude
of the natural and wild growth echoes
listening to miraculous interiors
entering the emerald gardens of the mind
finding tender bliss and openness
to the widest ranges of endlessness
of the eternity of our soul residing
in green areas of a heart garden
energy, beautiful as an unreal dream
as an unchangeable fairy tale
very brilliant part of a being
in any circumstances present
and all present in the glory of God
laid down in true beauty
in emerald gardens
set just for its throne
presiding over all appearances
offering brilliance unconditionally
harmonizing each and every move
leading all to the light of the substance
residing in absolute undivided fantasy of joy
unimaginable realms of utmost experience
wonderful, ecstatic, ravishing, astonishing
in emerald gardens
of the Lord’s dreams…
Copyright @ Irena Jovanović,

09.
Poem: “sing me happy”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island, Canada .
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

sing me a song today
I have to find a way
clear my mind of all this rubble
seems like trouble is everywhere
a song with happy lyrics would brighten up my mind today
take me to a happy story
somewhere out there in the world
somewhere there’s children laughing love fills the air with bright red hearts somewhere

boy birds are chirping
at that lovely pace
flying flitting all over

attracting girls to make a nest tell a story how we will be seeing
our dreams come true
gold is waiting at the end of the rainbow
say it with a happy ending like
and
they lived happily ever after (mkap)
Copyright@ Mary Garde.

10.
Poem: “Even Though It Was Broad Daylight”
Poet: HyeKyung Ahn.
From: Seoul Korea
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Even though it was broad daylight,
it stayed dark all along—
it was hell.
Before I knew it, I was in hell.
I lost my words.
I didn’t know where to go.
Even though it was broad daylight,
I lost my way.
The mud wall crumbled down,
and then came a torrential downpour.
The wind raged like a mad beast,
and I couldn’t keep my body steady.
Where should I place my next step?
The wind flipped mountains,
the downpour crushed the forest.
Now nothing could be seen in the woods.
I simply followed the tail of the storm—
because I was still breathing.
If I follow the storm,
will I find a rainbow?
Is that my dream?
Or is my dream a kind of hell?
Still, I am breathing.
So I can go anywhere.
Even though it was broad daylight.
Copyright @ HyeKyung Ahn.

11.
Poem: “THE SONG OF LIFE”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Western Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

If we knew spring would never return
To strum its notes along our wandering path
If we knew the journey would drift afar
If eternity called with a sudden breath

If we knew beauty could never be touched
Nor seen through deep brown eyes
If we knew those blue clouds in the heights
Were but a rain falling down with passion

If we knew life would bring grace and blessing
Or a simple lesson in a night of getting lost
If we knew our hearts could be fragile
If we knew sorrow could sing a tender lullaby

If we knew foamy waves carrying silent love
If we knew sunlight shining on brief blooms
If we knew presence is just a passing moment
The moment a rosebud resting upon our lips

If we knew the song of life itself
Could be a pain that healing never finds
If we knew joy in every word we write
An afternoon translates a lifetime into poetry
Copyright @ Vo Thi Nhu Mai

12.
Poem: “I have reached home”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

I have burnt all bridges
which would take me back
to my past
I have moved on
to walk a pathless path
fearless as never before
ready to face the unknown
see the unseen
I am in the ‘Now’ season
I will walk in him
I will rest in him
I belong to him
I have faith
I have hope
I have love
I have peace
I have reached home.
Copyright @ Sangeeta Gupta.

13.
Poem: “Mother”
Poet: SHEKAR T B
From:Karnataka. India
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Mother
You’re the spiritual creater
The Gift of motherhood
Talarence of all pain and difficulties
The name explain how you are
Fountain of vitality
Impregnable defensive fortress
The deity of the balance of the world
The world is empty without you.
Who smiles at the laughter of a her child
She will respond to the pain of the world.
Forgetting her own existence,
She becomes a part of everyone.
She who has made her mark on every atom of the world
She become green from sky and river.
Copyright @ Thathanahally B SHEKARA

14.
Poem :Still I Rise
Poet: Badamasi Ismail
Country: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

You must pen my pain in fair and dim
With your heartless hatred upon me
You may jail me in underground prison
But, my poorly voice still catching on.

Are you pessimist to my victory?
‘coz I fly like an eagle over the sky
Singing the song that takes me high
Being a great among the circle of poets.

You can recreate me with your pen,
Won’t you smother me with your criticism?
You may lay my words into your stanzas
But, I still snow in composed to respond.

Will you be happy seeing my pen Ebb?
Having no one to Remember me ever,
Fallen down like a dried Rosemary,
Pain roofs me into the Abominable hut.

Why are you in agony on my gift?
Being a Talented is a God-giving,
For envy is a devil act, for it’s owner
Still I rise as hurricane in rainy season.
Copyright @ Badamasi Ismail.

15.
Poem: “A Solo Romantic”
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Under the plum tree in spring, the wooden bench is slightly damp.
I read the Bible, sing hymns, flower petals freeze in the air.

I pick a yellow pumpkin flower the morning dew
to feed the grasshopper,a gift for a friend’s fiancée.

I walk in the rain without an umbrella, step in puddles.
After I lift my leather shoe, the water returns to the puddle,
a little less water now, muddy.

On the bridge, I encounter two little ten-year-old rascals.
They pelt me with mud balls, but I say nothing,
I go home and fetch a Seven-section iron whip,
It clangs behind me as I chase after them.

Following a deserted path where no one has walked,
until there’s nowhere left to go, I stop and listen to my heartbeat.

In the winter, I clutch coins in my hand,
warm them in the pocket of my coat, make a rattling sound,
or make patterns with them on the icy window glass.

I roam through unfamiliar suburbs in the scorching summer,
buy a watermelon from a farmer by the roadside,
split it open with a smack, juices dripping down my face.

In the silence of the snow-covered landscape before Spring Festival,
I head to the scrapyard, dropping a soda bottle on the way,
too busy to pick it up, I kick it until I reach my destination.

I laugh hysterically at an amusing word,
I make all sorts of grimaces, turn everything into poetry,
prepare a feast for myself in the realm of words,
fill the cups of fortune with each word, lining them up to the horizon.
Copyright@ Ma Yongbo.

16.
Poem: “Quietude”
Poet: Dr. Vicente A.Valdez Jr.
From: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

In the state of calmness, there’s peace within our core
It blossoms in serendipity, such thought we asked for.
Contentment delivers ease, it features comfortability
A brilliant mind exhibits strength and adopts human susceptibility.

Our behavioural conduct soothes the transition of attaining love
Being at peace delivers the coolness of the supreme God
Not being bothered by conscience, emblazon camaraderie
There’s no discourse to track, and no content on mockery.

From the depth of mental composure, a clean conscience adhere
Virtuous wisdom attributes a man’s sphere
Calm actions dispel the stormy sea
There’s a smile in our hearts, peaceful quietude with glee.

Through inner peace, life is physically worthy
We could build friendships, dote on the entity
Bless be the peace charmed by the pure-hearted man
Ruled the land peacefully with a hearty plan.
Copyright @ Dr. Vicente A.Valdez Jr.

17.
Poem:”lt;Ten Longevity Symbols Bedding’gt”
Poet: Ms. Im Sol Nae.
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

It was perhaps from the time I brought in a set of quilts Stitched with ten longevity symbols.
Every night heaven descended on my abdomen.
The lofty ten longevity symbols and
The ten gestures stitched with thin threads
Entered within me like golden cascades.
It was a genuine mirth.
I hear wind whiffling through the robust bamboo grove.
A new land emerges over my abdomen each night
When the moon swells up
While the long-necked white birds and
The pure things with crowns similar to brier shoots
Which hover over five-colored clouds
Evaporate in thin air.
It’s a genuine mirth again.
The bamboo grove’s wind snarls all night through.
The moment phoenix bodies touch in that vast space, I soar to a place higher than clouds.
The hundred-years-old red pine wails with its whole body.
The deep blue ebb-tide assails the vacant grain god.
The ten gestures pour within me like golden cascades.
Heaven descends on me each night.
And I lurch into the mysterious universe and Metamorphose into the ten longevity symbols.
Closing my two eyes tightly,
I get lost in that magic glory that unfolds each night,
I enter into the bamboo grove ceaselessly, a million times,
Where the winds arise.
I am born ceaselessly, again and again.
My thousand mirths began
At that time when I brought in the ten-longevity-symbols quilts.
Translated by Chang Soo Ko
Copyright @ Ms. Im Sol Nae.

18.
Poem: “If the Heart Must Break, So Be It”
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

If the heart must break, so be it,
I will not speak, not one small bit.
Silence holds a deeper cry,
Than loud tears that wet the sky.

Once I cared and once I burned,
Now I’ve paused, and never turned.
Words have weight that wounds the soul,
So I’ve learned to lose control.

Let the storms within me roll,
Let them thunder, take their toll.
I won’t shout or raise my hand,
Let you guess, not understand.

Pain will knock but find no key,
Closed the doors, let sorrow be.
Once I begged and once I tried,
Now I walk where pride has died.

Broken paths and fading light,
Still I choose the silent night.
Not in anger, not in spite,
Just too tired to stand and fight.

Love was real, but now it’s past,
Like a breath that couldn’t last.
Let me be, and do not ask,
Grief has worn its final mask.

If I fall, I fall alone,
Heart of glass turned into stone.
Copyright @ S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)

19.
Poem: “Sophisticated, Whispers Refine ”
Poet: Ruby Kaila Malhotra.
From: Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

In the ballroom of existence, gilded in shadows,
chandeliers drip with opulence and grace,
the air thrums, sophistication, poetry is my dream,
A delicate dance between pretense and authenticity,
silk-clad whispers glide, syllables draped in elegance,
lives in words, winds, whispers as tissue,
traces, twist hiding depths beneath a polished veneer.
Cigarette smoke curls secret, so my verses want to say alter Twisting through conversations,
my sonnets chant laughter Sparkles of champagne,
my similes pole, frozen, a siren’s song masking the tremor of solitude.
Hear, my lines, vessels of untold stories,
chiseled by rain, ode to Refined yet battered,
quill hides gems in bushes,
beneath facades I pen mirthful screams and salted dreams Ballads glance,
a brushstroke on the canvas of connection,
reeds, and ink feathers my poetry of unspoken pleasantries.
Haiku, a lexicon of coded words the nod, my poems charm?
Slight an arch of an eyebrow,
what is your versed dream?
The art of knowing without knowing at all?
My poems unveil beats. This intricate waltz,
armors my verses my dreams since five, Texts, fragments of vulnerability flicker, what should I pen?
Struggling against the gold night, Oh, to be sophisticated, to navigate, long and short of it.
Yams, rams, clams to balance on the tightrope of grace and grit, wield wit like a rapier,
my pen livres fill Pendant lines cutting through the artifice of the trivial,
engraved, etched, emoting while the burn contradictions?
My poetry is your dream?
Pen forging beauty in shadows, eyes closed flutter an army of intellect,
and emotion wind, wrap, link. Look closely, and you’ll see the strains,
stains and stins, the woman, a poet cloaked in pearls,
a dream to touch. Words woven to love meter, the man,
an artist cloaked in pretense, questions, fighting the tidal waves of expectation.
Every beat pulses yearning, lines capture anchors for depth, pour beneath the surface, between lines read.
A refuge vulnerability resides, my poetry dreams, it’s solace finds voice in quiet corners.
Butterflies? . And the caterpillar the crown.
So I sip my cocktail, clinking mirror against glass, poems my, in homage to the peels of am.
Foundation locked, enrolled in the chaos that nests within, dreamers,
caged in writes. Rites, rights, writes, roaming the expanse of elegant masquerades,
puzzles seeking connection, strings craving understanding,
ties, in the dance of sophisticated whispers, ties. . And? .
Red Eye Stretch
Copyright @ Ruby Kaila Malhotra.

20.
Poem: “A WOMAN MADE OF ASH Now,”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
From:LEBANON – BRAZIL.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

I pluck my shadow from walls that do not know me,
and sculpt myself from the silence of storms.

I am a woman made of ash,
who learned how to smile
when sobs ignite in her throat.

I do not know how to sing,
but I weave my voice
from the ropes of wind,
and sketch my face
upon the sands of departure.

Do you see that ecstasy?
It waves at me from afar—
like a tent ablaze with pearls,
refusing to open its door
to anything but torn hearts.

That is why
my heart is light as a feather of wreckage,
filled with joy—
for I am, quite simply, a dead woman.

Since I shook hands with death,
I’ve been flying without wings,
hiding in my pocket
trains whose lights weep,
like the robes of Asian sorcerers.

Their distant faces dazzle me,
and you—
you do not see them…
because you have not died yet.

On the surface of the pond, its colors sway,
singing to the void,
and I hear them—
for I am a dead woman.
Copyright @ TAGHRID BOU MERHI.

21.
Poem: “Why Do I Stay?”
Poet: LJ Bechtel, The Unexpected Poet .
From: Melbourne, FL USA.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

In the quiet of our shared space, where echoes dance alone,
I wander through our memories, now silent as a stone.
A partnership of shadows, where once the light did play,
Now I stand amidst the gloom, as colors fade to gray.

Why do I linger in this love, a garden untended, wild?
Where once grew laughter and warmth, now feels so undefiled.
He acts, not with malice, but from a place unseen,
His subconscious a puppeteer, where his heart once had been.

It’s not that he wishes to push me away, or bring about my tears,
But in his actions, unspoken, my greatest fears.
A dance of avoidance, a whisper of doubt,
In this love, I find myself in, yet oddly out.

But why do I stay, you ask, in this maze of silent pleas?
Perhaps for the moments, the memories, like leaves upon the breeze.
For in between the solitude, the pain of feeling lost,
Lies the hope of what once was, and that hope is worth the cost.

So here I stand, in the shadows of what our love has become,
A testament to endurance, under a fading sun.
For even in this loneliness, with a heart heavy and sore,
I stay for the love that was, and the belief there could be more.
Copyright @ LJ Bechtel, The Unexpected Poet.

22.
Poem : “WHY? Worthy, need to BE.( Curtal sonnet )”
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath.
From : India near Kolkata
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

An idea, I tried to reach,
Reached me once, a bee
Told me “to be”, need to
Be worthy, this was that
Idea methought, ‘To be” was may BE!
An idea, then came, to pass idle time
With Bee, I asked, little
Creature, “how to prove to Bee?”
She, was it, stung me,
pain, pain A’Hhhhhh
My pen wrote, that’s it,
no doubt,
thou art,.
worthy.
Copyright @ Prabir Kumar Rath.

23.
Poem: “FRESH AIR FOR GOOD HEALTH”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

We need fresh air on the nature to breath:
All people in the world,
have to understand this word,
It’ s neccesary to bring the real wealth,
The most important is good health.
Please don’ t make us blinde!
If you like to have clear mind!
We have to take more care
And not to be too late,
Our lives are faster than lakes!
They can’ t be repeared after the rain,
People dearn’ t be sick agian
As it was global pandemia ‘ 19
Milions of people died of that caotic ruines!
Copyright @ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.

24.
Poem: “Stay Far, Yet Not Too Far”
Poet: Niloy Rafiq.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

I stay far, yet not too far-
You can easily flip the fried fish and eat it.

Fly on wings of desire,
Wander in the circles of friends, at memory’s edge.
Return home at midnight’s split, Questions hidden behind questions-
Where have you been all this time?

Oaths taken for show,
At the fading banks of the river.
At the confluence of horizons, I stay far,
Yet not too far.
Translator:Nurul Hoque
Copyright @ Niloy Rafiq.
Bio: Niloy Rafiq was born in 6 August 1983 Maheshkhali, Cox’s Bazar, Bangladesh. Niloy Rafiq has been writing in the literary pages of local daily newspapers since his school days. Later, his poems were published in national and international literary magazines including various famous little magazines. So far, his notable poems have been translated into more than twenty foreign languages. His English poetry book ‘Sun Leaf” has already been published under ‘Stockholm Project 2033 Global Leader’ by Amazon. His second English translated poetry book ‘An Incomplete Kiss” has published in 2024 from Amazon. The number of his poetry books written in Bengali languages are 6 respectively 1. I, the swan float in pure sadness, 2. Thirst’s eternity, 3. Salty man’s face, 4. Unknown fire, 5. Adinath in eyes, 6. Wax prayer bowed in a clay body. His poetry has a magical, edgy feeling. Poet Niloy Rafiq is like a magician in the extraordinary weaving of words and rhythms.

25.
Poem: “IT’S NOT JUST YOU”
Poet: Lisa Christian.
From: United States.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Don’t ever put off what you fought hard to keep,
Those thing deserve your all before you go to sleep.
Your prayers were answered for reasons unknown,
So don’t quit now you have seeds that need to be sewn.
Don’t forget there are many lives for you to save,
Show them what to do before they end up in a grave.
This mission you are on is no longer just for you,
But by helping all the others, it’s gonna be helping you too.
Sharing your story with them will shake all of hell,
Making the demons tremble, making Satan yell.
These are God’s daughters and they are His sons,
The lives you save are precious, God’s chosen ones.
Get busy doing the work God has led you to do,
Because there’s people waiting for their lives to become brand new.
Copyright @ Lisa Christian.

26.
Poem: “Rebuild”
Poet: soma mukherjee
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Some times life is like a monkey on a trapeze
Sliding up and down
Without any notice.
Sometimes life is like an umbrella in the rains
It refuses to open up and it drains.
Sometimes life is like a puzzle or a maze
The more you try the more you race.
Sometimes life is like nothing to do next day
As things you planned fell apart as it snowed in May.
Sometimes people who love you leave you
Your life status is single and feelings astray.
Sometimes life makes no sense yet you try
To bring sense in nonsensical way.
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee .

27.
Poem: “Like a mother”
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

No one will be like a mother
Father, sister and brother
No one fills the heart
Unless the mother is near.
No matter how much sorrow and pain come
Mother’s words
take away
When I see the mother’s face
All the sorrows go away.
There is no one more special
in the world than the mother
At the feet of the mother, Allah
Heaven gives that.
Everyone has their own interests
Mother’s mind is right
That’s why the mother is a worker without money in the world.
Copyright @ Md. Sohel Dukhai

28.
Poem: “Who Owns the Hymn?”
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite.
From: Osun state, Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

The preacher points a trembling finger
Thief! Thief! he cries
The singer counts his coins,
Master, who taught me the trade?

The pulpit wails, the pulpit roars,
“The gospel is free!”
Yet the messenger will not move
Till the gold is weighed, the price agreed.

Oh, what a market this temple has become!
Miracles on discount, prophecies for hire,
A seat at the banquet of blessings
(But first, an offering, dear child, an offering!)

The preacher boards his chariot of air,
His feet shod in the finest leather,
The minstrel takes his humble fare,
Yet only he is called a robber.

Who owns the hymn, who sets the price?
Who made the song a merchandise?
The pot is shouting, the kettle laughs
Both are black, yet one is blind.

Do not die in their war, my friend,
For the altar is a counting table,
And the hands that hold the staff
Are the hands that hold the scales.
Copyright @ Emmanuel Adegbite.

29.
Poem : “TO THE BEST LAWYER”
Poet: Edna Salona-Labrador.
From: Philippines.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

To The Best Lawyer
When legal problems arise
the lawyer’s service takes the limelight
Knowing the truth
and what’s really is right
A lawyer defends
with the help of God.

To help the victim on the side of justice
A lawyer responds
to the call of service
Responsible and true
to the oath once promised
Wicked scheme
won’t be allowed to persist.
Let’s thank an attorney
who is really at law
YES to the afflicted
To the antagonist is NO
Woe to a counsel
who’s contrary to law
Praises to a lawyer
who’s honest and true.
Copyright @ Edna Salona-Labrador.

30.
Poem: “Echoes of Sodom”
Poet: Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń.
From: Poland.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

, a sad day
descends after night
like a cross
at the crossroads

, on which coffins, planing like breath
in the hourglass of fate
like a sunbeam
deadly in time
, suspended
in the bottomless
sobs
begging
for the act of
resurrection of unreachable
consciences
, hidden
under the masks
of molehills
piled up
with the perspective
of the sky
. Copyright @ Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń

31.
Poem: “Blessings Abound”
Poet : Saeeda Akhtar
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Each dawn, I rise with thanks anew,
For all the gifts bestowed by You.
The sky’s expanse, the earth below,
The endless blessings that You bestow.

For every meal and sheltered place,
For love that fills each empty space.
In moments bright and trials deep,
Your steady hand, my soul does keep.

Your love, a beacon, clear and bright,
Guides me through the darkest night.
For health and hope, for dreams fulfilled,
Your gracious hand, forever skilled.

You lend me strength when I am frail,
Your whispered words, a steady trail.
For every joy, for every grace,
Your presence, Lord, in every place.

May gratitude reside in me,
A testament for all to see.
Thank You, Lord, with heart sincere,
For all Your love, forever near.
Copyright @ Saeeda Akhtar.

32.
Poem: “UNSEEN BEAUTY “
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines .
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

A quiet strength resides,
not in the curve of a shoulder,
nor the drape of silk.
Look deeper.
See the unwavering spirit,
the choices made in silence,
the landscape of thought unfolding.
This is the radiant core,
a fierce kindness dwelling within,
a wisdom that illuminates.
Copyright @ Dominique Erecilla Albano.

33.
Poem: “THE BALLAD OF VILLON”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni.
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Death has your coloured summer eyes
she dances with the hanged man, endorses decapitated heads,
it tells suicide its winter stories,
that a suicide’s tear can extinguish hell.

Death picks flowers from worn bones
on leaking brains and holey eye sockets,
weeps water lily flowers in the stomach of the drowned,
she, slut, fragile, farewell to celibacy.

Death marries the burnt corpse,
remains the only force outside the logic of the market,
embraces the hyper-capitalist, the anarchist, the indifferent,
without ever realising that it serves no purpose.

We cry out for life, we abolish death,
they tried it in numbers with the support of art,
distracted by rich tributes and cotillions,
we abolish death and sing Villon.
Copyright @ Ivan Pozzoni.

34.
Poem: “Roots Carved for Burial”
Poet: Abeera Mirza.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

These roots shape me better,
Teaching me lessons unknown,
Pushing me deep beneath the soil,
Where rough hands molding my soul.
And though the teaching is tough,
I hope, and I trust,it’s okay
Copyright @ Abeera Mirza.

35.
Poem: “Greatness Courts Failure”
Poet: T E Rogers
From: Wales, UK.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Greatness strides with an impenetrable grace,
A fire that burns, a daring face.
Yet in its shadow, close and near,
Failure whispers, sharp and clear.

No summit high is ever scaled,
With no threat of dreams derailed.
Each step inviting the edge of loss,
Each triumph forged from pain’s hard cost.

They say that legends are born in the valleys of struggle…
Where sweat carves the path and the fearless don’t buckle.

The bold who need the crown of stars
Must bear the weight of countless scars.
For every rise, a thousand falls,
Yet greatness waits for the higher call.

It dances on the thinnest line,
Where failure waits, its gaze divine.
A partner fierce, a rival true,
To test the fire that burns in you.

For those who burn to stake their claim
Must brave the lash of loss and shame.
Yet in the realm where failures roar,
The flames of greatness rise and soar.

So fear not failure’s fleeting sting,
It is the price for soaring wings.
For only those who tempt despair,
Can touch the heights few ever dare.
Copyright @ T E Rogers .

36.
Poem: “The axe斧頭”
Poet: Copyright @ Chen Hsiu–chen 陳秀珍 .
From: Taiwan.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

The axe with a handle made by the first tree
cuts the trunk of the second tree.
The axe with a handle made by the second tree
cuts off the tomorrow of the third tree.
The axe with a handle made in tomorrow by the third tree
cuts down the happiness of the fourth tree.
And that made by the fourth tree..

The tree plays a role in cutting the trees,
as a tragedy in endless cycle.
After all
who raises the axe?
And who made the axe?
（Translated by Lee Kuei–shien）
Copyright @ Chen Hsiu–chen 陳秀珍 .

37.
Poem: “The In-Between”
Poet: Tajalla Qureshi.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Greatly uncovers the answers of unwellness
disclosure is profoundly internal but meaningfulness
often strikes to unheard and unexpected doneness

Way to undefine affinity clasp on the beginning
and drops, swiftly decline the gravity in lingering
the time, it rephrases the ink on the canvas painting
Catching the curves and craves, that innocent insight beyond the horrendous mountains for scent
Still, praise the selectiveness, sensitiveness he sent

Existential the thoughts, the meaning that often lost
Where the forefathers may deceitfully crossed
still the waves in heart, graves the piteous tossed

Right away, the answers are relinquished, covering spots
the birth was questioning the life, the ride was not getting the hearts
that far from closure in the fate and remain empty in slots.
Copyright @ Tajalla Qureshi.

38.
Poem: “A Vision of Borderless Asia”
Poet: Muhammad Adnan.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

I wish Indians to peep into Lahore,
I wish Pakistanis to sleep in Amritsar,
I wish Lankans to visit Karachi through Bombay,
I wish Bengalis to ring bells in Chennai;
I wish East Punjab and West Punjab to be just Punjab,
I wish the mingling of Ganga and Chenab,
I wish Delhi and Lahore as twins,
Stitching their hearts with a common pin;
I wish for the land to be like Europe,
Where you wander like an unidentified chrip,
I wish for the commoners before the partition,
Not facing any divisional commission;
I wish for the bright face of the Asian economy,
Where laymen enjoy prosperity,
I wish for love as the remedy,
And mercy and peace as policy;
I wish for the richness of Pakistaniness
I wish to be valued as Indian-ness,
I wish for Lankans to beat around the continent,
And for Bengali rice and fish to be permanent;
I wish to cherish the echoes in vegetable markets,
I wish to relish the laughter of old folks in the streets,
I wish for commoners to sing songs of joy,
I wish for teenagers to play with mutual toys;
I wish for the integrity of Asians around the globe,
Standing tall and firm among a multicultural mob,
I wish for humanity to be its religion
And I wish for its solemnity of all regions.
Copyright @ Muhammad Adnan.

39.
Poem: “Thoughts from the heart poured out”
Poet: Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: Luton UK.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Learning to be human
Do more
Open a pure heart
In the Silence of Spirituality
Do more
Open a clear mind
Do more
For the purification of the soul
In your conscience
Do more
Doing good
Not wanting anything for it
From no one
Do more
A child’s joy
Find in yourself
In today’s zeitgeist
Do more
Wings of love
Surround everything
And everyone around
That they may experience higher feelings
Do more
Feed the truth
And drink honesty
Watering with righteousness
Do more
Giving away joy
Those who don’t know it
Do more
Faith and strength
Give it away to those
Who lost it
Show the right door
Do more
And more
As much as possible for people
But not for show
No to exaltation
In the eyes of others
Not for prizes
Nor applause
But let’s do even more
How much can we
In silence and humility
In the shadows invisible
Out of pure nobility
That we all own
Do more
Out of love
To experience
Deep spirituality
Which we miss so much
Joys of the heart
From a helping hand
Do more
It is to be
Regardless of the
For everything
A man for a man
So many nations
Apparently many differences
And in fact,
One essence of life
Every person on Earth
A creature that many do not understand
Or worse,
He does not want to understand
The essence of humanity
Copyright @ Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek

40.
Poem: “Infinite expectations”
Poet: Priyanka Neogi.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Sought back to the soft path of the push,
Life is the rules of the light,
The rituals go on in the courtyard of the rules.
The dust on the way is to the white color,
In the review of the edge, the post office opened up.
In the hope of reply, the answer is made in embracing with labour,
The prisoner of the pain in the wake of the pain, with himself,
Infinite expectations do in the infinite place that does,
By maintaining survival, the goal goes on.
Copyright @ Priyanka Neogi

41.
Poem: “DON’T BE IN A HURRY”
Poet: FLOCERPIDA VILLARUEL
From: PHILIPPINES
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

If you are dreaming of success and want it to last
Don’t expect it to achieve too fast,
You can’t reach your goal in just a blink,
It takes hard work- more than you think.

All thing we gain in such a rush
Often fade and lose their touch
Especially if we didn’t strive,
We also spend with ease, not thinking twice.

Some of us are quick to despair,
We want success without the care
Tomorrow feels too far away,
So we choose the crooked way.

Remember this and keep it true:
If you force it, it won’t help you
Even fruits will taste so bad
If we pick them when it’s unripe.

Learn to wait for the perfect hour,
What’s meant for us won’t lose its power ,
With patience, work and effort too,
Blessings will come and stay with you
Copyright @ Flocerpida S.

42.
Poem: “My Faith”
Poet: Dr. Debabrata Maji
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

Everyday I have to come
Get in touch your feet
In your decorative temple
With faith in you met.

But, everyday I have to return
With an empty hand
Unable anything to earn
Like to move on Sand.

Does not get fragrance
To burn costly agarbatti
Wind away it’s perfume
Never sustain with Shakti.

Still believe in mind
You have always present
Rather than your kind
No need to consent.

Unstable mind cautious
To search within the wall
With the vibrated nerves
Eagerly waiting to call.
Copyright @ Dr. Debabrata Maji .
Bio: Internationally renowned poet and writer Dr. Debabrata Maji recognizes as rising star in the literary world under World Poetic Fraternity is a retired engineer born in India on September 6, 1961 in Deulpur Village of Howrah District in West Bengal (India). He is the recipient of ten Honorary Doctorates from across the globe and Nine Annual Literary Awards along with a Silver Saraswati. His unique creation of literary art has been spread everywhere through magazines, newspapers, contemporary anthology and received numerous appreciation from all quarter of life in India and abroad. Seven books on Poetry verse with ISBN No. Kavita Bichitra, Kavita Darpan, Probad Angina, Premer Boikunth, Sonnet Bhaskar, Harano Bamsari and Swarane Manane have received well response from all age groups. He conferred with most prestigious accolades like Bharat Gaurav Ishan Award, International Solidarity Award, Kabi Ratna Awards, Sarat Sahitya Ratna Award, Bengal Shiksha Gaurav, International Kabi Ratna Award, Royal of Art and Literature Award, Bishwa Bongo Sahity Award, Golden Pen Award, Golden Star Award, William Shakespeare Award, Poet of Nature Award and Gold Poetry Prize Winner. He has also the recipient of the Lifetime Achievement Awards six times during his career. He has invited and attended as Guests in several literary organisations.

43.
Poem: “The Smell of Gunpowder and the Fragrance of Roses”
Poet: Asif Altaf
From: Khulna, Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

A significant session was underway
In the state’s grand conference hall—
Patroned by the United Nations,
With a noble goal:
To explore the art of wielding weapons.

A military expert rose to the podium.
The room shifted—attentive, solemn—
All eager to absorb strategies of war.

Beyond the hall,
A gardener watered a rose bush.
A poet quietly stepped out,
While inside, minds soaked in the logic of combat.
The poet approached the gardener,
And asked—
What spell do you whisper
To bloom such beauty
From thorn-laced stems?

The gardener asked why.
The poet replied—
Because today,
The world needs the fragrance of roses
More than the smell of gunpowder.
Copyright @ Asif Altaf .

44.
Poem: “Without light, there is a no darkness.. Without light—only darkness!”
Poet: Ina Vez
From: Azerbaijan.
Primelore Published Date: 06, May,Tuesday,2025.

If there were no war,
Would we truly cherish peace?
Now rejoicing in calm and silence…
If there were no darkness,
Would we ever see the light?
Basking in the sun’s warm rays…
If there were no evil,
Would we understand goodness?
For goodness still keeps evil in chains.

A deep and rightful bow—
To darkness, to war, to evil!
For through them, we value, see, and know—
Peace, light, and kindness!
Copyright @ Ina Vez.

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