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01.
Poem: “our ancestors sang songs”
Poet: Kang, Byeong-Cheol
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

In times of sorrow, our ancestors sang with grace,
In green fields beyond the mountains tall,
Apricot blossoms bathed in sunshine; they’d recall.

Shouldering the plow, one by one they’d toil,
Working hard in the garden soil,
Their labor, though tough, brought them joy,
Producing crops, they felt employed.

The waves crash and rush over the sea,
As the sun sets, a touching scene to see,
We must remember, until tears fall,
Tomorrow brings a new day for us all.

Our traditional song, so beautiful and true,
Loved by all, in our hearts it grew,
May it forever live on and on,
Passed down to our descendants, like the dawn.

let’s sing our ancestors song,
“Bum is coming down! a tiger is coming down!
A beast is coming down through the valleys in the vast forest”
Copyright @ Kang, Byeong-Cheol

02.
Poem: “Butterfly”.
Poet : Afroza Jesmine .
From : Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

I am a beautiful butterfly,
I can fly on flowers.
I am a natural being ,
I can enjoy and fly all hours.

You have simple love,
But I have more ,
When you will know everything,
You love me more.

You love only your home and door ,
But my love can fly,
You are a human being,
But I am an attractive butterfly.

You make colourful dress,
But my wings are always sparkling with colours,
I am always nice-looking,
Though I am smaller.

I always spread delight ,
But you can’t always do that,
I am always cool and calm ,
But mankind is always hot.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.

03.
Poem: “Small moments, great happiness”
Poet: Ms. Yang Geum-Hee.
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

In small moments, as always,
I feel great happiness.

When the morning sunlight shines on my face,
It’s like all the worries in the world disappear.

In the moment when the spring rain tickles my fingertips
And my palms get wet,
Or when I walk along the riverbank in the soft wind
And my face gets touched by the evening glow,

In the gentle breeze,
When the river water makes a rippling sound,
And in the moment when I can hear
The beating of my own heart,
Even in these small moments,
There is great happiness.
Copyright @ Ms. Yang Geum-Hee.

04.
Poem: “Showing off”.
Poet: Ina Vez.
From: Azerbaijan
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

An accolade once earned with flair
was beclouded by an apparition—
a shadow, anticlimactic,
foisting truths without permission.
Aghast, yet astute, I stood,
amid adulation’s avoirdupois—
too cumbersome to carry well,
too chintzy to deserve a voice.
A covenant, once convivial,
grew convoluted in disguise.
Canoodling dreams, now coppering,
as decorous gave way to lies.
The cantegrious mood of merit
succumbs to rhetoric’s rebuttal,
while jarring truths impale the soft
with hindsight’s heavy, muddled scuttle.
I fraternized with the indecorous,
in limerence, not love sincere.
Titillating, yes—yet fleeting,
unrequited, sharp, austere.
The exigent became egregious,
sanctimonious and loud.
Vociferous in its decorum,
yet lost within the crowd.
They vet the gist, they shun the soul,
they trumpet virtue, then transgress.
Esteemed in public, privately
they ruminate, then acquiesce.
Satiated not with truth—
they obfuscate, they purport.
Ostensibly, they seek the just,
but justice is their last resort.
Incredulity, my armor.
Irksome smiles, I don’t decode.
I decipher their ulterior motifs—
and comport myself alone.
The continent of self remains,
though battered, baffled, bruised by love.
Yet still I glean the sagacious thread
the sages ruminated of.
Copyright @ Ina Vez
Bio: Ina Vez is a trilingual poet of Azerbaijani origin, writing in English, Russian, and Azerbaijani. Her voice flows across languages and cultures like a river of memory—uniting mysticism with emotion, and spirit with earth.Born in Baku and raised in the United States, Ina studied geology, fine arts, and fashion before finding her true path in poetry. Her travels across sacred lands—from Native American ceremonies to shamanic traditions—have shaped a body of work rich in symbolism, stillness, and soul. Her previous works include:“Soul, Mind, and I” (USA, 2016),“My Heart Has Eyes” (Baku, 2017),and “Wizened Soul” (Moscow, 2017), which received the Nabokov Prize, was included in the Nabokov Prize Library Collection, and was nominated for the A.S. Pushkin Medal by the International Writers’ Union.

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05.
Poem: “INFLUENCE OF ART”
Poet: Obaroyeregbe Desire Agidotan Agbeyiwa
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Art!
Repeater of dialogues
In the past
With accurate information
Telling the story of nations
The tickets of history
Portraying the beauty of nature.

Art!!
The imagination
Influencer
Every painting
Produce a muse
Steadily giving useful messages…
Art!!!
The soul and spirit
Awakener
Taking the mind
To realms of fantasy
Creating ecstasy
Art is the heart healer.
Copyright @ Obaroyeregbe Desire Agidotan Agbeyiwa.

06.
Poem: “Hope Remains”
Poet: Raechel.
From: Cambridge, UK.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Poem:- Even in this wretched world, where suffering loomed,
The sun still shone, and the flowers still bloomed.
For when all else failed, hope remained.

Even in the scorching heat of summer’s reign,
The clouds still shower us with shimmery rain.
Likewise, when all else fails, hope remains.

The war-torn zones of gloom and doom,
Still echo with the saccharine sounds of babies’ bloom.
Signalling, when all else fails, hope remains.

I haven’t the faintest idea what my future holds,
Yet I press on with life, breaking through like a thunderstorm’s bolts.
For I’m sure when all else fails, hope will remain.
Copyright @ Raechel.

07.
Poem: “Ancient Bottle”
Poet: Ma Yongbo
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

There is a sea inside you
At night, tiny bioluminescent creatures
descend from the surface to the seaside
test the waters tentatively

A pebble falls into the sea
and the creatures pull back

in the morning, a boy puts you on the windowsill
and gives the pebble to a girl
You keep whirling in their dreams
Stopping for Bird Songs by Ma Yongbo

After six, dusk coming on.
Does anyone want to join me
and listen to this hurricane of birdsong?
We could try to identify species by their call.
If so, please arrange an appointment.
Today, on the way to class, I wanted to stop,
like Frost, but didn’t.

In this poem a man,
an aging, troubled literature professor
walks through a gale of birdsong
so lonely he is ashamed to speak.
And those birds,they are almost invisible
Copyright: @ Ma Yongbo.

08.
Poem: “I LOVE SAIGON”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai,
From: Western Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

not the place where she was born
not the streets where she had a date
yet Saigon opened its arms
welcome her with its cool breeze

. there is no winter in Saigon
it never truly knows the cold
no need for an embrace wrapped tight
only enough delicacy to melt loneliness
into the heavy traffic of an afternoon
where she is longing for home
but never quite dares to leave

. she often laughs with him, an alley
where worn walls leaning like old friends
No romance of Da Lat’s misty autumns
Patiently gathering her sweat
Bearing her sigh on sleepless night

. If love is a mistake, then Saigon has sinned
from the very first day it brought her here
a silent, steady hand held tight
Saigon never tried to chain her down
only lifting her gently
each time she stumbled among the chaos.
Copyright @ Vo Thi Nhu Mai,(V.T.N.M.)

09.
Poem: “Thanks to prophets”
Poet:SHEKAR T B.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Thanks to prophets.
Spreading love for peace
Suffered violence for non-violence
Devoted to the suffering of the afflicted He preached that desire is the root of suffering.
Longing for infinite knowledge
The light of their lives
Increased cognitive clarity
The human race has led the way
from the Stone Age to civilization.
He purified the soul and gave it nectar.
Lost his animal nature and became human.
Infinite knowledge has pleased the divine.
Spreading ideological awareness
He proclaimed that the hunger for knowledge is more important
than the hunger for food,
Thanks to all the prophets of mankind.
Copyright @ SHEKAR T B.

10..
Poem: “BREATH”
Poet: Antonis Filippeos.
From: Athens Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

This day I am hiding from you seems like yesterday
and I feel I can’t let go. Hot breath that wreaths me seeking to lead me to you,
flows through all that my little kingdom
that once was gifted to you and you abandoned it,
escaped as if you were a soul
about time to part from the body
when my existence was given to you,
when my heart became a loot,
when you besieged me.
Weak breath
not quitting to live,
to see suns set
waiting even for one piece of you to fly,
to travel with the wind,
to come into my hands and close you inside me forever.
I am spent,
I remember,
I think,
I miss,
I am cold,
I break down
and the breath remains still the same.
It longs for you in every heartbeat,
in every glance that penetrates me,
in every burning memory.
A breath that become one with yours,
forever…
Copyright @ Antonis Filippeos.

11.
Poem: “The Pool and the Path”
Poet: LJ Bechtel, The Unexpected Poet
From: Melbourne, FL USA.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Depression doesn’t say sorry.
And neither should you.
It arrives uninvited,
but so do all storms worth surviving.
We, the thinkers,
we carve meaning from silence,
but silence can echo back too long.

Reflection is not a map.
It is a mirror on still water.
We kneel beside it, gaze in,
but that pool only shows what has been,
never what will be.

Try walking forward while staring backward.
You stumble.
You bruise your future on the corners of old rooms.
Your stride becomes a shuffle.
Your confidence becomes a whisper.
And the past—
oh, the past—
laughs quietly behind your back,
because it knows you’ll visit again.

But what if we honored it once?
Just once.
Ceremony.
Ritual.
Firelight.
Smoke curling into the sky with its name.

What if we whispered,
“Thank you for your lessons,”
and then turned our faces east?

The indigenous understood.
The past does not wish us well.
It craves company,
wants to trap us in amber,
freeze our pulse in its final heartbeat.
But we,
we are not built for stillness.

We are not relics.
We are rivers.
We must flow.

So take this moment—
whatever binds you to what was—
and kiss it goodbye like wind to flame.
Let it flicker and vanish.

Your future is not behind you.
It waits ahead,
cloaked in wonder,
crafted not by what you escaped
but by what you dare to seek.

Move forward.
Not with fear.
But with fire.
Not with apology.
But with honor for having survived.

The pool stays behind.
But the path is yours to run.
“True freedom lies in embracing your own path, unshaken by the opinions of others.
Care for those who uplift you, not for those who seek to define you.”
Cpoyright @ -LJ Bechtel, The Unexpected Poet.

12.
Poem: “Homeland”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Homeland
is not a piece of territory,
not something fixed
and rooted in geography.
It is portable—
we carry it with us
wherever we go.
It is the essence of
our homeland that blooms
within our hearts.
History does not necessarily
move forward.
Sometimes, it moves in circles,
and sometimes,
it even moves backward.
We commit the same mistakes
in the same ways,
generation after generation.
History will keep repeating itself
until we learn
the much-needed lessons.
Life teaches history
and geography
differently
than what we were taught in school.
There, we are taught
how to read and write,
how to memorise,
how to chase good grades
for better careers.
Then we step out into the world
to fend for ourselves,
hopelessly ill-equipped.
What a waste
formal education often is.
Copyright @ Sangeeta Gupta.

13.
Poem: “Enjoy!”
Poet: Eva PETROPOULOU Lianou
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

As a child
I discover the city lights
Buildings without trees
Water without fishes
The magic city I born
Was a fake town
No masters
No angels
As a child
I sing a lullaby
Every second
My life become a miracle
Hope to get a rainbow
Wait to travel with a unicorn
As Theseus make the world around
For a love
For a word that nobody understand
Filotimo
Copyright @ Eva PETROPOULOU Lianou.

14
Poem: “everyone must share this activity “
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island, Canada .
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

there Is one for sure thing we share
throughout the world
noone one can avoid it
it can’t be over stated
it can’t be forgotten at all
we must consume
we must eat

from here from there from everywhere
we must share this same sense
this idea from you to me
our goal we all must do is eat

it seems so silly of me to make the point
I only do it making all of us see our similarities
each one everyone knows there is something
we all need no matter
what color you are what nationality
it doest discriminate
they can’t take it away

something we all celebrate as one
we all must eat
when you are hungry in need of a meal
you know you’re not alone
we all share this one
absolutely necessary thing to do is eat mkap
Copyright @Mary Garde.

15.
Poem: “An Apology to A literary Personal”
Poet: Badamasi Ismail Chikaji
From: Nigeria
(Dedicated to Mrs Corina Junghiatu a Cheif Editor of Verseum Literary Maganize.)
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Facing the sky with a bowed head,
As sunrays kiss my forehead with gentle touch,
The axis of light penetrates deep within,
Awakening the inner self that my spirit begins.

Falling down before your shadows,humbled and calmed
Like dried leaves that rustle with the wind’s gentle breeze,
The rain refuses to dance its rhythm retain,
Until the super spirit’s permission is granted so the world is filled.

With hands clasped in reverence I pay my homage,
Beseeching forgiveness for a heart renewed fresh,
To Quench the thirst that burns within my soul,
let me soar like a bird set free from its cage’s control.

May my spirit find solace in your presence,
And may my heart be filled with peace and a sense of space,
Let my wings spreed and fly without fear,
so my soul may find freedom, and banish the drop of tears in my eyes.
Copyright @ Badamasi Ismail Chikaji.

16.
Poem: “The World Will Stay”
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

The world will stay, serene and wide,
With oceans deep and mountains high.
The stars will shine in velvet night,
The moon will cast her silver light.

The flowers bloom, then fade away,
But spring will come another day.
The rivers run, the seasons turn,
While time forgets what lovers yearn.

No trace of us in winds that blow,
No echo left in falling snow.
Our voices lost in distant air,
No footprints left to mark us there.

The sun will rise, the birds will sing,
Yet not for us—not anything.
The laughter we once held so tight,
Will vanish in the endless night.

The trees we climbed will still stand tall,
Though no one knows our names at all.
The songs we hummed, the dreams we spun,
Will end with us, each thread undone.

Yet still, I hope the world will see
A glimpse of you, a ghost of me.
In petals soft or summer rain,
A fleeting joy, a touch of pain.

The world moves on, and we must go—
But love once lived will always glow.
Copyright @ S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru).

17.
Poem: “MY BIRTHPLACE”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

We had only some rarely writers,
But all people were in need,
To learn from the bigining the letters!
As we learnd Albanian’ s Alphabet,
We continued the schools and not anymore to stand analphabets.
My brother then was one from the first teachers with real degree
And then never more we with foreign and descrimination regime could agree…
Today our country has many poets and writers
And we are independent and are trying to be equal in our Europian’ s Continent.
We express our free thinking and the true word
And as writers freedom lovers are known in the world!
We are not going to agree…
With any false degree,
That under wild dictature ,
New colonisators brings as caricatures.
Copyright @Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.

18.
Poem: “I found Her”
Poet: Emmanuel Adegbite
From Osun state, Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

When I Saw You
I didn’t expect you.
You came like dawn
Silent, golden, sure.
And suddenly, the night in me
Found rest.

You didn’t knock loud.
You just stood there,
And I opened
As if my soul had been waiting
All along.

In your smile, I saw tomorrow.
In your voice, I heard home.
And now, I am no longer searching.
I have arrived.
Copyright @ Emmanuel Adegbite.

19.
Poem: “Rhythmic Rainbow”
Poet: Dominique Albano
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Red rays ripple, radiant and bright
Orange hues oscillate, optimistic delight
Yellow’s joyful jolt, jazzing the air
Green’s gentle glow, soothing beyond compare

Blue beats bloom, breezy and free
Indigo’s intriguing insight, mystery to see
Violet vibrations, vivacious and bold
Rays of color, rhythms to unfold

Cerulean whispers weave, ethereal sigh
Azure depths tremble, secrets in the sky
Magenta crescendos swell, passionate and loud
Colors shatter silence, rhythms proud

In harmony, hues hum, a symphony sweet
Colors converge, creativity to meet
Rhythmic rainbow, radiant and wide
A kaleidoscope of beauty, inside
Copyright @ Dominique Albano.

20.
Poem: “The Barrier”
Poet: Dr. Vicente A. Valdez Jr.
From: Canada
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

I could see hatred within your eyes
I could feel emotions between goodbyes
There’s that anguish deep in your heart
The feeling of bitterness seeing you from the very start.

You are at your beautiful rendezvous
That lovely terrain enhances a deja vu
Though barriers are set within your soil
The world isn’t void forgetting its toil.

Oh how you suffered for the long-lost freedom
Waiting for the road of forgiveness is seldom
When love is offered and peace is secured
The smiles and laughter on faces assured.

Happy as we are when there are no arguments and greed
Putting no limits, no barriers decreed Free to feel diversity in nature’s land
Love one another with an open hand.
Copyright @ Dr. Vicente A. Valdez Jr.

21.
Poem:lt;Lungda’gt;
Poet: Copyright @ Ms. Im Sol Nae.
From: Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

The peaks of the Himalayas stretch like barriers.
The Guge kingdom suddenly emerges
Over the barren earth.
The frescoes pour out light as if they were
Painted only yesterday.
The way to the Kailas, regarded as Mount Sumeru
Since thousands of years ago –
Somewhere on the path that goes like a string
The grand Lama’s chanting of a sutra
Sitting in a meditation cave
Strikes my heartstrings.
Born as humans to be treated to a sky burial,
We, who had no tangible relation,
Today inscribe this all-important meeting
In the earth before we depart.
We bury here
The songs of the salt that runs through the desert,
The sobbing songs of the yaks,
The fluttering multi-colored banners of lungda.
And you and I, who are naught,
All scattered like clouds.
Places we cannot know, faraway places
We cannot reach

Scatter and spread in all quarters.
At the end of the puer tea field
Spreading endlessly
At the end of a sublime journey
We’ll hopefully return through prostration-prayers and
Meet each other on the ancient tea route.
Each time the wind blows, the lungda flaps;
Each time the lungda flutters,
The sounds of the bells of the tea-traders’ horses
Reverberate around our ears this day.
Translated by Chang Soo Ko.
Copyright @ Ms. Im Sol Nae.

22.
Poem: “Abyss”
Poet: Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń
From: Poland.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

I will light a dozen candles
on a winter night on the grates
to light up cold furs for you in the darkness

I will whisper silence loudly
where voices spread,
so that frozen words
strike warm tones

aroused by your mirror
I will find a source for you
to blush with the warmth of streams
a cloudless day

so I approach quietly
at all times and wait
to gain courage
and overcome this abyss
Copyright @ Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń.

23.
Poem: “So, Tulips”
Poet: HyeKyung Ahn
From: Seoul Korea
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

As I walked down the hospital stairs, sorrow clung to
my ankles.
What kind of flowers should I bring to the hospital
room?
Tulips cried out, “Pick me! Pick me!”
But their voices were trapped in the sound of the
rain.
Tulips had a history that didn’t suit a hospital visit.
I decided to insist that empty hands were the most
beautiful kind of flower.
On the hospital stairs lingered the sighs of those
living only because they couldn’t die.
Those who arrived early, and those who never
arrived at all, leaned on the same expression.
The hospital room—
The only place where even sorrow can be a remedy.
Tulips aren’t needed.
Copyright @ HyeKyung Ahn.

24.
Poem: “Thoughts from the heart poured out “
Poet: Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: Luton UK.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

The zeitgeist of today’s humanity
I see fog
That glides on me
Impenetrable
Thick as milk
Absorbs me
Into your interior
I look around
Nothing but fog
I’m starting to hear
Some voices
Around me
I hear curses
Shouting and arguing
I do not know
What is going on
I hear powerful explosions
Until the earth trembled
I hear the whistling of bullets
Screams of pain and despair
I look around
But apart from the fog
I don’t see anything
I hear the voice of a teenager
Who will fold
And threatens parents
Why do I hear
Only voices of hatred
The fog still surrounds me I’m walking among these voices
Ahead
Allow
Groped
Suddenly, something stops me
I look and it’s a boulder
Resigned, I sat down
These voices
They started to overwhelm me
Tears alone
They press into the eyes
I raise my head
I feel like a heart
Fills up
A force unknown to me
Suddenly, everything fell silent
I think to myself
What Happened to Humanity
Where is it going
What’s Next
In silence
I’m still sitting on a boulder
Surrounded by this nasty fog
I’m looking, and out of this fog
Emerge
Three winged creatures
They looked scary
Despite the beautiful
But sad faces
They were in rags
Mud and some sludge
Wings as if burned
And broken
Beings were looking at me
Very sad
I understood what I see
These are
Love, Truth and Humility
I ask quietly
And where is nobility
Then love
He pulls out a closed
A dirty hand
He slowly opens it
And there is a tiny spark
That barely smouldered
My heart is breaking
At this sight
I fell to my knees
Tears are running down my eyes
Like a torrent
What should I do
To save you
I felt helpless
But my
I don’t give up
Fills the soul with strength
I rise
I’m going to fight
With your pen
About every man
For every heart
For every soul
For every conscience
And spread it all over the world
Suddenly a spark
It started to burn
With a strong glow
Beings began to shine
Until I’m Ahead
There was light
So strong
That I couldn’t look
Despite this,
I saw beautiful
Three beings
In snow-white
Luminous robes
With beautiful wings
Now smiling
I see as if on the hands of love
Sitting beautiful
A Bird of Light
Who rose
And he started circling
Beings disappeared
I’m looking and the fog
It began to thin out
The sun began to break through
The fog had completely cleared
I don’t believe what I’m seeing
I’m on a beautiful
Green glade
Around me
Army of Trees
Clean air
I inhale fully
I’m sitting again
In a wheelchair
It’s nothing
I’m uplifted
With spirit and heart
I turn the cart around
Towards the forest road
Driving slowly
Ahead
I’m disappearing
Covered by a wall
Beautiful forest
Copyright @ Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek.

25.
Poem: Identity crisis(An English sonnet)
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath
From: India near Kolkata.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

I forget everything,
As, I don’t want to remember,them
I cannot forget my name,
I am forced to remember, no shame.
When I meet one, in a haste,
I myself try to be there, the best.
What cause I know not,
My name, becomes a disaster,
I forgot the man whom I caught,
He asked me go to hell,
But, how could I go there
My name is BELL BEATSON
By mistake, my mistake I wrote,I am HELL.
I teach, alas! I cannot make myself.
Copyright @ Prabir Kumar Rath.

26.
Poem: “A conscience-keeper !”
Poet: Gopal Sinha.
From: Hongkong.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Born out of pain, empathy,
Feelings expressed noteworthy,
Poetry is a spontaneous outburst
Of love, affection, sympathy.
Not merely a jugglery of words,
A cosy, idle, intellectual comfort,
Even an uneducated, little-read,
Illiterate could easily afford,
With deep insight, a sensitive heart,
Aesthetic sense, human sensitivity,
Observation, intuition, imagination,
Poetry is an art of expression, creativity.

Great thoughts, vast experiences,
Simple words carrying weight, nuances,
Free verse or arranged in meters,
Poetry is our conscience-keeper.
Copyright @ Gopal Sinha.

27.
Poem: “Moment Of Wonder”
Poet : Saeeda Akhtar
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Invite your quiet self to sit,
Absorb the wonders all around.
Breathe deeply in, breathe deeply out,
Feel beauty in each sight and sound.

This life, a treasure, pure and bright,
Embrace it with a heart of light.
Be open to the gifts of now,
Each moment rich, each breath a vow.

Be fully present, mind at peace,
Let anxious thoughts and worries cease.
Observe with love, no judgment near,
Find solace in the quiet here.

Live well, sweet soul, and savor life,
Each texture, hue, and gentle strife.
In every nuance, joy you’ll find,
A world of wonder in your mind.

With mindful steps, your path unfolds,
A tale of beauty gently told.
For in the simple, magic thrives,
And in your heart, true joy arrives.
Copyright @Saeeda Akhtar.

28.
Poem: “I am a worker”
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai.
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

I am an innocent worker.
I sell my labor cheaply.
I don’t give anything in exchange.
I don’t ask for much. I work to feed my stomach.
If not three times a day, then one meal a day.
I don’t have enough clothes to wear. I wear them for two days.
I wear them out. I wear them out to get new clothes.
I wear them out to get food.
To feed myself, I go out every day in search of interest.
My debt increases day by day.
Does anyone understand?
Cpoyright @ Md. Sohel Dukhai.

29.
Poem: “Blame Me Not”
Poet: Asif Altaf.
From: Khulna, Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Blame me not
When the sound of a fair maiden’s steps
Turns the busy streets into poetry,
When I behold cold iron chariots
Flutter like butterflies,
Carrying women whose skin glows
Soft as a dove’s wing.
The old rickshaw man,
Bent like a weary bow with years,
Finds himself a royal rider of dreams
When a beauty graces his humble seat.
Blame me not —
For I am but
A spellbound witness to wonder.
Cpoyright @ Asif Altaf.

30.
poem: “Thanks,The Doctor Is In”
Poet: Edna Salona-Labrador
From : Philippines .
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Thanks,The Doctor Is In
People of all ages-
Humble or ambitious
Suffer from a disease
Either viral or infectious
Placed in this situation
The doctor’s role is called
Doctors are the best people
Whose services are sought.

If one wants to enjoy life
And he wants to live more
He’ll never hesitate to consult a doctor
Whether one is wealthy
Or he’s one who is poor
He will need a doctor
When health problems occur.

A medical course if nobody pursued
There will be no cure
And remorse will fill this world
People will sigh, sickness will be a curse
Thanks,the doctor is in
Ready to diagnose.
Copyright @ Edna Salona- Labrador .

31.
Poem: “Destructed Love”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma.
From: Parbat, Paiyun 7- Hile,Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Broken love makes people mad.
The sad love is there.
Unhappy love is there.
Painful wound is there.
Wound is nourished.
Tragedy is planted.
Separation is raised.
Unity is destroyed.
Love is not truly born up to now.
The sunshine of love is lost.
Dark waves rub the human settlement.
The soil and sea seem tired to see passionate love.
Lust seems as desert.
Love is in ashes of fire.
The grave is already furnished.
The love is so tragic.
Copyright @ Til Kumari Sharma.

32.
Poem: “ACOUPHÈNE”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni
From: From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

The vocation is a trans-inurban Crusade
and, you, where you’re going, if you don’t even have a banana,
the secret of success is to grit your teeth
by pulling Stardust.
You can’t hear the voices of the world
in a field disturbed by background noise,
ending up, like a kulak, between sickle and anvil
virtual like Macondo in One Hundred Years of Solitude.
Journeying, transhumant, feeling inadequate,
scouring the underworld like a bisulphurous devil,
on the burning coals of the current sociodrama
conscious of being a moth and not a flame.
Maybe in the end you’ll come up with a value, God, an idea,
Cervantes in the forest between Chisciotte and Dulcinea,
to tear you from an existence taciturn
so that you can feel joy in the urn.
Cpoyright @ Ivan Pozzoni.

33.
“The Bird Has Unlimited Freedom鳥仔有無限的自由”
Poet: Chen Hisu–chen陳秀珍.
From: Taiwan.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

The bird has freedom of unlimited unknown
The bird has freedom of eating without laboring
The bird has freedom of perching without selection
The bird has freedom of singing toward the prison
The bird has freedom of dancing before the master
The bird has freedom of shitting at any place
The bird has freedom of flying to and fro over stormy waves
The bird has freedom of nearsightedness
The bird has freedom of going weak at the legs
The bird has freedom of pecking out wings
The bird has freedom of forgetting love
The bird has freedom of forgetting enemy
Ah, the bird
is free
The bird has freedom of forgetting freedom
（李魁賢 英譯 ∕ Translated by Lee Kuei–shien）
Copyright @ Chen Hisu–chen陳秀珍（Taiwan）

34.
Poem: :A Fawn’s Glee”
Poet: Shyam Poemist Matherjee.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

The bonny fawn’s glee is being restrain ,
On the Lea , nigh the rivulets dell –
By the heath reality – waylaying ,
Which frowns to the cherisher.
Aye laments to the Almighty and –
Hers insensate being disdain coyly.
Who will kindle the orb of entire reigns ?
The holly fire will spread apace and startle ,
And the serene nature will die tragically –
The fairy stars from far beyond the sky ,
Observe stilly like Hamlet –
The drama of life and death .
Copyright@ Shyam Poemist Matherjee.

35.
Poem: “Love you”,
Poet: Priyanka Neogi,
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Love you are my big dear,
Flowers in the flower of the mind.
In the sky of love to fly with you,
Put your finger on the piano scale.
You are the best of the raj men to me,
All anger and pride is erased in your smile.
Keep talking like you are happy with adorable.
To give you a letter of love to tell you,
To yourself, you are filled with the fascinating wind.
Copyright@ Priyanka Neogi.

36.
Poem: “THE MYSTERY OF THE EARTH”
Poet. : FLOCERPIDA S. VILLARUEL .
From: PHILIPPINES
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

The huge sun above, rises in the sky
We feel the blessings , the creator freely supplies
Along with our life, the strength we have everyday
All of these are gifts , God sends everyday.

The MYSTERY OF THE EARTH, He, too , is its creator:
The heavens high, the vastness, even land and water
The beasts , the trees, and all beauty unfold,
Are wonderful gifts to man, creations to behold.

The mystery and the splendor are too deep to comprehend:
How did the mountains and the volcanoes ascend?
And why do they sometimes seethe with fierce desire
Bringing danger and destruction when they spew their fire ?

Many treasures lie hidden like silver, bronze, and gold,
Mines rich with oil in islands
manifold

, Oh truly, the mystery is hard to grasp and see,
A puzzle beyond reach for
the likes of you and me.

The sprind—where does their clear water from?
Why are they so pure, like mirrors struck by sun?
The oceans stretch beyond the limit of our sight
Indeed the earth ‘s mystery is hidden in our might.

Even the moon and the shining stars– how did they never fall?
The sun that shines and gives warming light,
That moon that glows , brighten up the night.

These are but a few of the wonders of our God above,
How all things came to be filled with awe and love
We can’t fathom His ways, nor claim to understand,
For only He holds power— forever worthy of commend.
Copyright @ FLOCERPIDA S. VILLARUEL.

37.
Poet: soma mukherjee.
Poem: “Religion”
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

If your religion teaches you
To mock and kill
Burn,rape etc to get the thrill,
May be you need to find better religion
Which makes you think and be in your region,
Any religion should teach you live in peace,
Stay in your means and look for truce.
Respect human,Earth and animals,
Respect live and the humans.
Why you need to poke your nose,
Burn others and make you go up in smoke?
World has already problems,
And life is not easy,
Let life thrive
You follow yours and let others choose theirs.
Peace and love,
Let humans thrive.
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee.

38.
Poem: “And there will come a time”
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: UK.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

And there will come a time
when the sheets will ride up into one,
you and he, meeting again,
melting like rain,

taking a hand in a hand
and putting steps in a soil
too soft to remember you,
yet he is saying something

that you will never forget
but throw into the tempered air
as hot forged steel, and slice him
to the soft bone, in spite of love.
Copyright @ Helen Pletts.

39.
Poem: “O GOD.. I WALK TOWARD YOU “
Poet: Taghrid Bou Merhi.
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

In the stillness of night,
I whisper to You—
You who plant patience in my weary heart.
I drift upon my pain
like a river that does not turn from the rocks…
but flows toward You.

I see You in the pulse of my heart,
in the trembling of tears
when the path narrows
and doors are closed.

I see You when my shadow is lost,
when I lose myself—
and You are the guide who never sleeps.

Doubt and I
wrestle every evening,
and You lay Your hand on my heart,
saying, “I am here.”

I have not seen You,
but I saw You in healing after illness,
in the bread of widows,
in the laughter of orphans.

You…
taught me how to be,
and never to be
except through You.

I raise my hands—
and feel the earth smile,
the sky respond to my weakness.

Oh God,
how could I exist without You?
How could I return to myself
if You are not my strength?
Copyright @ TAGHRID BOU MERHI.

40.
Poem: “Devoted to My Efforts!”
Poet: Abeera Mirza.
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

Deep in devotion, I lay there in peace!
Deep amidst the motion, I found the jigsaw puzzle piece,
Deep in the dense forests, I sit in the lap of nature, please!
In the depths of the ocean, there’s tranquillity and solace.

Devoting time to things I admire,
Devoting hours to a deep desire,
Devoting locations to add fuel to my fire,
Devoting myself to write, and inspire!

Divinity aligns with my pure devotion,
Each moment of life gives me a promotion,
There’s a rise in opportunities like the ocean,
Claim the moment, and set your life in an accelerated forward motion!
Copyright @ Abeera Mirza.

41.
Poem: “When it rains”
Poet: Abdulwadud.( Bello Wadudu Kehinde)
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

So it’s true
When all is said and done
Grief is the price we pay for love
I got my heart’s desire
And there my trouble’s began
I know I am not but summer to your heart
And not the full four seasons of the year
Yet I wore your promise on my finger for years

Memories are wonderful things
Couldn’t forget how you do run away from rain
Because you will fall sick
Now I’m the one with a sick heart
I still remember you when it rains
Perhaps you still reigning in my heart
Copyright @Abdulwadud.

42.
Poem: “STILL HUMANITY CAN WINS WARS”
Poet: Maid-Corbic
From: Bosnia and Herzegovina.
Primelore Published Date: 29, April,Tuesday,2025.

One thing is not clear to me
Why still has to fight
And there is no peace in the living world
Because justice is obviously in the roars of other people
And it irritates me that the war is lasting
I just want peace in Ukraine
Because we are not waging wars anywhere
And such things must be pointed out
My heart aches when I see innocent people
How they flee from their simplicity
From the state, so young people are at war
I am afraid that unrest will come to my country as well
Although we are not connected with them
That despair gives me some discomfort
Accordingly, I have always been for peace
And I have no doubt that this is the beginning of something new
I’m just asking everyone to have the same plow
May peace be eternal in all of us
And I will try to impress everyone in Ukraine
Because we have to put an end to wars at last
Time does not know for my young years
Sometimes they often say to be a humanitarian
It just means to say the word without cover
But it is similar that I am a volunteer of the Red Cross
I am aware of how much influence I have on the world
I’m going there soon, and I’m getting paid
Just so I don’t have to be like others
Because peace needs to be finally stretched
I watch people being wounded and cry
I cry like never before in my life
Because they are suffocated by the life of human beings
The light, however, lurks at the end of the tunnel
Because there are still people like me
Who want to treat others without monetary compensation
And it gives me hope that all of us are humanitarians
We share some stories that are important to all people
And I will continue to do what I know best

Help everyone, because that is the charm of truth
I love when one day people will find me
Greet the streets and alleys of various
And I am honoured to serve the justice of the truth
And evil should be eternally criticized and escaped!
Copyright @ Maid-Corbic.

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