Poets Dream! The 34th Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.

Thanks to all Poets and Readers for staying on the platform Primelore Writer’s Heaven. It is A Love Bridge of beautiful hearts around the world. At first I am Thanking My ALLAH Primelore collected more beautiful Poems from all over the world, and published for our honorable poem lover. Refresh your mind . Love and Enjoy with The 34th Publication of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Thanks to all our Writers and Readers.

Hi All ! Enjoy with our 34th Publication of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Stay here and Just enjoy and fresh your mind.
WOW! We got new poems and some new poets. All Poems are fresh and delightful. More Poets joined here with the 34th Publication of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. It is really incredible !
Primelore Writer’s Heaven is very glad to receive more new delightful Poems from the new Poets for our global readers.

WOW ! our 34th publications is really more Incredible than others, Primelore thanks to all the honourable poets from the world who send us more and more beautiful poems to publish in our platform Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
We believe our global readers will enjoy to read all poems and always stay with primelore. Please stop writing about any political poem on this platform. We all are poets. Our poems are only for the peace of our readers and also for our mental refreshment.

Dear Poets and Readers ! This is the 34th Publication of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
Any writers from national and international can participate in Primelore Writer’s Heaven platform .
Feel free to write English poems and send us your Creation. We are available on Facebook Messenger, WhatsApp and email.

Our Email ID : jes2mine@gmail.com
and our
WhatsApp Number is : +8801716759863.

You can use any way to send your new poem to us by mail, WhatsApp or my messenger.
Monday (Bangladesh Time) is the last day of submission of your poem . So if you want to participate in our platform please send your poem to us before Monday.We will publish all collected poems on Tuesday.
Dear Poet , remember please, No political Issues, No heat other, only enjoyable poems we need . Follow the structure to send your poem:

1.Name of the Poem:
2.Name of the Poet:
3.Where From the Poet:
4.Need (.jpeg) Picture of poet.

Incredible ! This is the 34th Publication of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Thanks All from Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
Now read more new Delightful and Mind-blowing Poems written by Our International writers for our global readers.

In Our 34th Publications of Primelore Writer’s Heaven we got more new delightful poems from the world. We are very happy and thanks to our poets whose are sent their poems and stay with Primelore Writer’s Heaven.
Love and Enjoy with The 34th Publication of Primelore Writer’s Heaven.We published Most beautiful Poems here from all over the world. All Poems are for You , Your Family and Friends. Please share it with your friends and family.
Now read Our all Poems from below :

01.
Poem: “Red crops”
Poet: Kapardeli Eftichia.
From: GREECE.
Primelore published Date : 20 , May, Tuesday, 2025.

Before I was born in the vast material
isolated
without touch

In the dark
grew up
the crowd, listing in
sacrifice the roar

Travelled emaciated
from hunger and
torture
solid walls
to marble my wings
shivers in horror

Silently bodies around me
drift, slide
inappropriately to unequal
balances in limbo
denatured

Red crops of the Sun
which watered with
excess blood friends
and buried roots ….
cries muffled
heard every night
pierce the veins, air
metamorphose
Fire water
They do not die
Copyright @ Kapardeli Eftichia.

02.
Poem: “Nothing else”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Not for a gold crown;
Not for biggest diamond ,
Not for special love, I write only for people.

I want to travel with primelore Writer’s Heaven ,
It’s my favourite journey,
Want to go the last poem station of the world,

I’m Searching poets and friends,
Who love to write,
I can’t believe to stop anywhere,
Never want anyone to hide.

Poet send me their poems ,
I always checking and collecting those poems,
First I read and enjoy ;
Then I publish for all,
For those people ;
who love read and enjoy
From all over the world.

Writing Poem is my mission,
Go to near heart of the people
Is my vision,
You he and I love only those people,
Who talk about feelings of the people ,
Don’t care about rich poor young old or small,

I am a poetry lover ,
You are also a great poet,
Our mission and vision are same,
Poetry can conquer the world.
That means primelore Writer’s Heaven.
Primelore Is a love bridge between poets and readers ;
From all over the world.
Copyright @ Afroza Jesmine.

03.
Poem: “Arise for Victory”
Poet: Dr. Vicente A.Valdez Jr.
From: Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

In every failure, there’s a reason to be sad
You don’t have to sink your head, brimming tears
The aspect of life is endurance to any storm
Withstand the whip of adversity, and an opportunity for growth forms.

From all the misfortunes, never think of the past
Imagine that you are fortified and energized so fast
Rising like an eagle using strength and agility
Assertive in facing the assailable aggressor, battling insecurity.

Like a blitzkrieg, the die is cast
To rest on your laurels, survival is a must
From the mode of silence, the warrior blasted a bang
Fierce and powerful, a regiment with a fang.

Arise for victory, oh man of the world
Never hibernate in your cocoon, muster the threshold of adulthood
Rise from mortality, mighty and having intellectual power
Remain steadfast and easy to recover.
Copyright @ Dr. Vicente A.Valdez Jr.

04
Poem: “Endurance of the Shoebill”
Poet: Kang, Byeong-Cheol
From: Korea
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

In the wetlands of Uganda, a bird stands tall,
unending tranquility, waiting for food
Its massive bill shaped like a shoe, ready to haul.
With patience and poise, it stands in the water,
Waiting for prey to come, it doesn’t falter.

Its eyes are sharp, its focus intense,
The shoebill picks food with skill and sense.
With lightning speed, it strikes at its prey,
Its powerful beak leaving no delay.
Through thick and thin, the shoebill endures,
Through harsh climates, it steadfastly ensures,
Its survival and place in this world,
Its determination, never give up.

From dawn to dusk, it forages on,
Until the day is done and night has drawn.
The shoebill is a creature of strength and might,
A symbol of endurance, a wondrous sight.
Copyright @ Kang, Byeong-Cheol

This Block is for Your ADVERTISEMENT . Please Contact Us by jes2mine@gmail.com
This Block is for Your ADVERTISEMENT . Please Contact Us by jes2mine@gmail.com
This Block is for Your ADVERTISEMENT . Please Contact Us by jes2mine@gmail.com
This Block is for Your ADVERTISEMENT . Please Contact Us by jes2mine@gmail.com

05
Poem: “Hunger”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

My teeth hurting
Hunger at the morning
At the afternoon
Late at night

Human eat human
With their eyes
Their ears
And want it more
After left the bones
In the middle of the street
Copyright @ Eva Petropoulou Lianou

06
Poem: “THE VALUE OF PEACE”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

the quiet farmer’s dream burns brightly, stained with blood
ploughing the soil where mothers sent their children
not to seek glory, but to guard the morning, guard it for planting

peace is the song dancing in ancient rivers
chanted by hearts from Trưng to the hills of Quảng Trị
carried through wars full of purpose, freedom or silence

we remain standing, no matter what comes
we raise no sword for conquest, but for the right to
live on our land with dignity, sun above us, rice in our baskets

love is the strength that rhythms beneath the ruins
lifting the child from rubble to write a future
even in fire, the spirit of peace keeps glowing, sacred, enduring

so let the world remember our small, fierce nation
beating like drums in marches for truth and justice
standing with voices burning, singing of mercy
Copyright @ Vo Thi Nhu Mai

07.
Poem: “In the nail salon”
Poet: NGUYỄN THỊ THÙY LINH.
From: Vietnam.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

A grey cat
Lying on the grey salon
Dreamy eyes folowing to music

The manicurist just finished
Drawing a white cloud
Erased all again
Changed to night sky
Purple-blue background
This finger painted cat eye style
This finger a silver crescent
Studded a sparkling star

I hesitated
Unfamiliar with cool color tones
Strange to her new world

Please add more a little light,
It seemed she didn’t hear me
Still absorbed in purple-blue sky
Gradually appearing on my tiny fingernails

While warming my hands waiting for the sky to dry
I was surprised to see a bright red flower
Crawling out from the crack in the steps.

Waking up in the middle night
Lying still and holding my breath
Seeing my soul opening the door to yard

The space so wondrous
The moon slowly descends into my arms
In the sky, many fresh flowers blooming
Hugging the moon passionately, I remember
The gentle light flows throughout my body
Drifting away with the moon
Lost in new land of all beings paired in harmony
The devout people sing joyfully
Offering fragrant cloths to the sky
Angels spread their big white wings
The moon and I lay under this same blanket
Woven from bright stars and prayers
Flowing many tears of blessing together
Amidst the sparkling intertwining movements.
Copyright @ Nguyễn Thị Thùy Linh
Bio: Nguyễn Thị Thùy Linh, born in 1991, is a poetess and literary translator who now lives in Hai Phong City, Vietnam. She received her Bachelor’s Degree in Economics from Hanoi National Economic University. She was awarded “The Gold Moon of 6-8 poetry Prize,” the highest prize given by The Elder Newspaper and Website lucbat.com (co-organizer), under the auspices of Vietnamese Fatherland Front Central Committee and Buddisht Sangha of Vietnam. In addition, she won the Second Prize in a poetry contest awarded by “Văn nghệ quân đội” literary magazine for the years of 2015-2016.  She has translated and published two books, a children’s book titled “The twin dolls to the earth” (Publishing House of The Vietnam Writer’s Association, 2016) written by Milutin Đuričković (Serbia) and a poetry collection called “Wings of the darkness” (Publishing House of The Vietnam Writer’s Association, 2018) composed by Raed Aljishi (Saudi Arabia). Nguyễn Thị Thùy Linh has translated from English into Vietnamese (and published in many Vietnamese newspapers and magazines) numerous international poems authored by Dr. Gjekë Marinaj (Albania – America), Raymond Keen (America), Lars Vargö (Sweden), Rati Saxena (India), Metin Cengiz and Müesser Yeniay (Turkey), Fethi Sassi (Tunisia), Asror Allayarov and Makhfuza Imamova (Uzbekistan), Dimitris P. Kraniotis (Greece), and Raed Aljishi (Saudi Arabia)… Her poetry has translated and published in many languages.

08.
Poem: Where Do You Find Home Again?
Poet: Kristy Raines
From: The United States of America
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

When the road gets too heavy sometimes
and you just want to go home
But there is no way to get there
because the arms that used to own that name
no longer can be reached..
Tell me, Where do you find home again?

He would be the one she ran to
because home to her was his arms
But his arms can no longer welcome her
His arms can’t hold anyone ever again
So she prays hoping that he can hear her…
Lord, where do you find home again?

She is told that she is so strong by many
but the tears in her eyes tell a different tale
She never speaks of the home she lost
She can’t handle the pitiful looks they’d give
She goes on living but her memories are in a grave…
Where to you go when you have lost your home?

Then one day she said, “I am a strong woman”!
Perhaps I can build my own home
with his memories instead of his arms..
And that is when she found home again.
Copyright © Kristy Raines
Bio: Kristy Raines was born Kristy Rasmussen, in Oakland, California, in the United States of America. She is a poet, writer, and an advocate for human rights, namely the Rohingya refugees living in Cox’s Bazar, Bangladesh. Kristy is a former civil servant who worked for the Naval Reserve Readiness Command and later retired from the Medical field. Kristy has published two books. One with a prominent Poet from India, Dr. Prasana Kumar Dalai, titled “I Cross My Heart from East to West”, and her solo book of poetry titled “The Passion within Me”. She has a few children’s books she plans on publishing soon. Kristy has received many literary awards for her unique writing style, and has been recognized for her humanitarian work. She is married, has two children, three granddaughters, and is awaiting her first great-grandchild.

09.
POEM: “THE SACRED LAND”
Poet: : KINGSLEY ANTHONY.
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

The land of my ancestors, a canvas so fine,
Painted with hues of gold, and verdant divine.
Like a masterpiece, crafted with love and with care,
This sacred land, where my heart finds its lair.

The sun rises high, like a fiery blade,
Cutting through dawn’s mist, and the shadows are swayed.
The hills stand tall, like sentinels of old,
Guarding secrets, and stories yet untold.

The rivers flow, like veins of a living earth,
Nourishing the soil, and giving life its birth.
The trees sway gently, like a lover’s tender caress,
Their leaves rustling softly, in a soothing yes.

The wind whispers secrets, like a mysterious friend,
Carrying tales of old, and messages that never end.
The land is a mother, nurturing and kind,
Sheltering her children, with a love so divine.

Like a phoenix risen, from the ashes of pain,
This land revives, and its beauty regains.
The stars shine brightly, like diamonds in the night,
A celestial showcase, of pure delight.
The moon glows softly, like a gentle lover’s sigh,
Illuminating paths, through the darkness of the sky.
The land is a treasure, rich in history and lore,
A sacred inheritance, forever in store.

The people of this land, like a mighty river’s flow,
Strong and resilient, with a spirit that glows.
Their hearts beat like drums, in a rhythmic, primal sound,
A symphony of hope, that echoes all around.
Copyright @ Eke Kingsley Anthony .
Bio: Eke Kingsley Anthony is a Nigerian poet and playwright with a background in linguistics. With a passion for words and language, he crafts compelling narratives and verses that reflect his unique perspective. His work explores the human experience, culture, and identity, showcasing his creativity and skill.

10.
poem: Meaning
Poet: Nikola Mrdak
From: Montenegro
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Meaning
Without you
Every poet would crumble in disgrace
Without you
I would not have seen the light of day
Without you
Death would be stronger than life
Without you
Darkness would cover the light
Without you
The soul and nature would die
Without you
I don’t know the purpose of life or why I exist
Without you
I don’t believe in paradise
and death and hell both chill me like ice
Without you
Love, I do not know how to live
Copyright @ Nikola Mrdak

11.
(Another 3 poems in Email) Poem: A Girl of Sixteen
Poet: Mandira Ghosh
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

She is a girl of sixteen
with roses in her eyes
Had started going to school at an age of seven

Her dreams had shattered at her ripe age
By the beasts of the jungle
who took her to a brothel
raped her
assaulted her

She will fight with my help
your help and her help
And will win
a war against the men
and will combat men’s lust and more lust.
Copyright @ Mandira Ghosh
Bio: Mandira Ghosh is an eminent Indian author and poet She has been awarded with prestigious Bharat Nirman award and Dr Sarojini Naidu International Award for working women. A recipient of several awards and honors she is currently working as the treasurer of the Poetry Society India

12.
Poem: “Wound of Silence”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From:Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Having the big wound in my heart,
I am sick and silence.
Fake love followed me previously.
Then he got another to forget me.
So I forgot him.
Such love was not true.
Love in really was fake.
He did thrice.
How to be secured in such deceptive love?
How can I endure there ?
So wound is large.
No one can heal.
I never fall in love of fake again.
Love is just wound when true love is not in height.
Love is silence when wound is vast.
Our own people add wound still.
So love is lost.
It is nowhere.
Just I am living with art.
Love of fake brings insecurity everywhere.
People are joking to wound.
When they feel what I feel.
Then they know my wound.
Copyright @ Til Kumari Sharma.

13.
Poem: “The World Is An Apple”
Poet: Edna Salona- Labrador
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

The World Is An Apple
The world is an apple; come and let us see
Attractive things are all around and entice so many
As an apple it’s colorful, deceiving tricks are plenty
Round it is like an apple, one travels through air or sea.

The world is an apple so amazing it is
God made it perfect when He created it
In this world He desires that people live in peace
But like a rotten apple, wicked men destroy it.
Copyright @ Edna Salona- Labrador

14.
Poem: “TOO MANY COOK CAN SPOILED THE BROTH”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

In the kitchen, a delicate dance unfolds
Where measurements matter, and precision holds
A pinch too much, a dash too free
Can turn a masterpiece into a mess, a catastrophe

Flavors blend, a harmonious mix
But excess disrupts, and chaos kicks
The broth, once clear, now murky and gray
A reflection of the cook’s misstep today

Too much salt, a flavor overpowered
A dish ruined, leaving only disappointment’s hour
The aroma that once wafted, now a foul smell
Fills the air, a sign of the cook’s misjudgment’s spell

In life, as in cooking, balance is key
A pinch of wisdom, a dash of humility
Too much of anything, a recipe for strife
A delicate balance, the secret to a fulfilling life

Excessive enthusiasm, a zeal that’s blind
Can lead to disaster, leaving only regret’s sting
A measured approach, a thoughtful pace
The path to success, a wiser, more measured space

In the kitchen, as in life’s grand scheme
Balance is crucial, a delicate theme
Too much of a good thing, a recipe for woe
A lesson learned, a wisdom to grow

Copyright @ Dominique Erecilla Albano

15.
Poem: “Nothing is permanent”
Poet: Ranjan sagar.
Country- India
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Nothing is permanent.
Don’t stress yourself too much.
Because no matter how bad the situation is,it will be change.

Satisfied life is better than successful life.
Because our success is measured by others.
But our satisfaction is measured by our own soul,
Mind and heart.

You’re strong when you know
Your weakness.
You’re beautiful when you appreciate you flows.
You are wise when you learn from your mistakes.

Never regret being a good person to the wrong people.
Your behavior says everything about you.
And their behavior says
Enough about them.
Copyright @ Ranjan sagar.

16.
Poem: “TO BE A MAN “
Poet: james ndege
From: Africa.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

I know men who are tired of trying,
Men who use their private time to practice tying nooses.
I know men who will not swim in water because they prefer to drown in alcohol,
trying to silence the noises in their head,
an assembly of all the words they couldn’t let out.
To be a man, is to keep to yourself all of yourself,
your smile, the best way to hide the empty shell you’ve become.
Your tears have no right to take a stroll on your face,
don’t let them see you let them tears leave your eyes.
A man is not allowed to lose at life,
You are toast if you are not a breadwinner,
So when they call you strong do not be tempted to hit things like rock bottom.
That’s hell on earth for a man.
Watching your voice and dignity stripped away will burn you,
Social media, will break a man for being broke,
Your in-laws will see you without a car and say you’re not driven.

Sometimes to be a man is to watch your own family love you for the things you bring,
then take yourself to church every Sunday trying to see if it’s true that someone can love you unconditionally.
They say when a man dies that’s how he gets his flowers.
Well, I know so many men who are dead… inside.
Show me the flowers.
Copyright @ james ndege
Bio: “James ndege” I’m a poet and storyteller who draws inspiration from real-life struggles, African traditions, and the beauty of raw emotion. Through my words and visuals, I aim to speak for the unheard, inspire strength, and spark change. Every piece I create comes from the heart.

17.
Poem: “Food courts of their legality”
Poet: Aravindan.S.S.
from: India.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Food courts are in abundance
Food of variety also in abundnace
Price and taste always at steeply
Quality looks as if very steeply
Quantity served in tiny piece
As if it is like a master piece
Food courts are not legally built
Food served never consciously built.
Copyright @ Aravindan.S.S.
Bio: I born on 08-Jan-1980. I have completed M.F.C and M.B.A (fin). I also started writing poetry in my mother tongue Tamil as well as in English. In my mother tongue capable of writing poetries in few traditional scales of venba, aasiriyappa. In English capable of writing in cinquain, diamante and acrostic forms. Normally use freestyle in my poetry writing in English. I have already published a poetry book Heart Instructing the Mind. I currently working in a private concern.

18.
(No-pic) Poem: “Cebral strength”
Poet: Unni Krishnan atiyodi ഗോകുൽ കൃഷ്ണ
From: Kandangali (PO), Payyannur Kannur (Dist.)
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Restrict tears, pregnant sky,
Remember it is outdated!
Untimely.
Let not tears overflow!
Wet eyes blur, double vision
May make you a poet.
Your ink get spread, indelible,
Scars of tears spoil life, you see!
Contaminated womb of the mother,
Concomitant grief of blemishes.
Unhindered journey, turbulent sea,
Unconquered life! The tower corrupt!
See the monitor, indistinct, idiotic,
See the blur, better stop this now.
Elephant’s back so rough, so tough,
Makes scars of eminence enough.
So I stop. Let not tears overflow.
Copyright @ UnniKrishnan Atiyodi.

19.
Poem: “THE CHILD AND I”
Poet: Ramachandra Rao Nanduri.
From: Hyderabad, India.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

The child in me
asks suddenly,
Have you been a good man ?
I nod ,
meaning yes,
but how can I tell him
not entirely;

For him good is good
and bad bad,
all white or all Black

How do I explain to
his innocence
that there are
many shades in between,
and the weird world outside
accepts them as normal !

Firstly, I myself am not convinced
that these greys are normal,
how can I obliterate his
innocence for ever ?
And by shutting him up
for ever ,
Would I be myself any more ?
Copyright @ Ramachandra Rao Nanduri.

20.
Poem: “LET GO”
Poet: Ajamu Ruth
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

I know your heart bleeds
I know you are in pain
I know you are deeply hurt

This burden is too heavy for you
It’s weighing you down
It’s hindering you from moving on

Unforgivingness has made you his prisoner
It’s eating you up It has affected your personality.
Though you are in pain,

You can be healed
If you will apply the balm of Gilead.
I know you can’t do this yourself

Invite the Lord to help you,
He’s going to lift the weight
and ease the pain.
Copyright @ Ajamu Ruth

21.
Poem: ” Time”
Poet: Dr Abnish Singh Chauhan
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Time is a gambler,
playing a game
on his table.

He plays each card,
moves each step
with precision and care,
keeping a close eye
on all who partake
in the game.

He knows
when to place the bet,
how to time each move,
and how to claim victory
as the final step.

He never pauses,
never tires,
and never strays
from his course.
He simply plays—
steadfast,
impassive—
for he is a gambler,
doing his eternal job.
Copyright @ Dr Abnish Singh Chauhan.
Bio: Dr Abnish Singh Chauhan/ अवनीश सिंह चौहान (b. 1979) is a bilingual poet, short story writer, critic, translator and editor of Poorvabhas and Creation and Criticism. He has authored/edited 15 books, including two collections of poetry and a book on poetry translation, and contributed over 100 articles, book reviews, and research papers to prominent journals, magazines, and newspapers in Hindi and English. Currently, he is a Professor and Founding Head, Department of English, as well as Founding Principal of BIU College of Humanities and Journalism at Bareilly International University, Bareilly, Uttar Pradesh, India.

22.
Poem: “I Didn’t Forget You”
Poet: Samad Daud.
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

With the beginning of our love story, From the academy of Naukot,
(The Thar Coaching Academy).
Your character is liked by Samad,
A character that follows the light of Islam,
Perhaps that’s the reason I liked you.
I didn’t forget you–why?
Or is it love, maybe? But how? Daud, the boy, now angry all day,
Just passing through life, Lost along the way.
I joined the academy to rise with dreams,
To brighten my life, to chase its gleams.
But sorrow struck–Daud jailed in love,
Now drowning in darkness, The skies above.
I didn’t forget you yet! Why and how?
Kindly tell me its why and how.
When the center closed, you glanced at me,
Before heading home–that moment I see.
The best moment for me, frozen in time,
I can’t forget it, nor can I forget you, sublime.
Our love is so deep–maybe it’s true,
A chance for Samad to write a story anew.
Perhaps you are my Jann, my reason,
I didn’t forget you–lost in this season.
My life has turned deep and dark, Day and night, like shadows stark.
Maybe that’s why our love stays above,
I didn’t forget you yet–our eternal love.
Copyright @ Samad Daud.
Bio: My name is Samad Daud. I residenting in small village near to the Naukot. I’m from Pakistan Country. I completed 12th and nowadays am working at Literature. My age 19 years old.

23.
Poem: “My Mirror”
Poet: Gülay Karaoğlu.
From: Cihangir Streets /TAKSİM/İSTANBUL,2019
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

And while I was driving around in TAKSİM’S streets,
In the sad, resentful, vanished arts
On the Streets of Cihangir
While searching for art and the artist,
The artist’s ego, feelings
While trying to reach existence
I found a woman who was quiet, calm, proud,
Her name is VERDA.
In the mirror of the peasant painter Balaban
who exists with the love of Balaban,
Even when her hands are shaking
Only the one who is silently wandering the name of BALABAN,
VERDA, who created Balaban’s existence in her nothingness?
In her blind self, only and only
The woman who exists with BALABAN.
Her wound that bleeding when the glass fractured,
In these narrow streets of Cihangir
Had thoroughly wounded her heart,
Her wounded heart is speechless,
Couldn’t find her way?
Silent. On complicated paths, in the memories.
While she says my memories,
she’s glad she had lived them.
At a century glorious life of İbrahim BALABAN.
The quiet, loving woman Who exalts her being
While living with him.
Earnings we live,
Even if our losses are the facts
We lived in our dreams,
The woman lost in her Blind self,
Her thirty-four years for those dreams,
While spending it with her conscience in the mirror of BALABAN,
Excited, waiting for each other
In indescribable loving hearts,
In love, in life, in life silently
Years spent in painting within the painting,
In this thirty-four years of a century
The woman who is Painter Balaban’s Green
The woman Presents her existence to her husband with patience and passion.
Living with unrequited tranquility in the past
days’ comfort,
And as returning to the future existence
Always in her breast, in her new identity
And in her heart BALABAN,
Until the reincarnation
She would carry him
As if she were alive
Copyright @ Gülay Karaoğlu.

24.
Poem: “When You Were Still Here”
Poet: Lisa Christian
From: United States.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

When you were still here you had my whole heart,
It was the worst day of my life when we had to part.

From the start of my creation your love, you would freely give,
You made sure I had the necessities that I needed to live.

There were times when I know for a fact it was hard,
But in those very moments, you never let down your guard.

We had clothes on our backs we had shoes on our feet,
You always made sure we had plenty to eat.

When we got in trouble, you somehow always knew,
But when we got ungrounded, out the door we flew.

From sun up until sun down it was outside to play,
Times were so very different back in the day.

We had our bikes to ride, we played out in the street,
On hot summer days, we would play in the creek.

As we got older, there were changes in our play,
But we still got in trouble at the end of the day.

Pretty soon I was in high school, things would never be the same,
Having a couple of babies and changing my last name.

Life started to get rough, but you were always right there,
Telling me you loved me and showing me you care.

Then came the day that forever changed my life,
“Mom is gone forever,” said my brother and his wife.

As I look back, there are some things I wanna redo,
Like tell you how much you mean, and how much I LOVE YOU.
Happy Mother’s Day Mom
Love,
Copyright @ Lisa Christian

25.
Poem: “THE EXISTENCE OF LOVE”
Poet: Maid Corbic
From: Bosnia and Herzegovina
I knew that time is money
but never that silence is a crime
until I met you
I wonder if it is worth being a man in this Earth
when there is no love
And I manage and pull out all my weeds
to find the path of truth and reason
but it is a long way to the truth
I certainly do not consider myself special
because I am an ordinary man who dreams dreams
which always become just an empty dream
without the development of emotion and presence
It is a short journey without what you love
but one day everything will be yesterday
and I will dream some sweet dreams
until I wake up from it
And if I wake up from a sleepy dream
tell me if the one I loved is the right
woman who will respect my time
my emotions, my everything!
Copyright @ Maid Corbic

26.
Poem: “Mother — The Sky That Lost Its Light (A Heartfelt Tribute from a Grieving Child)”
Poet: Principal Mohammad Ali Khan Chowdhury Manik
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Mother, you were a silent light,
Whose glow lit up my darkest night.
Now you’re gone, I’m like a moon bereft—
The sky remains, but the stars have left.

Your gentle touch brought endless peace,
In your eyes, I found heaven’s address.
I still recall your trembling voice,
Your final words—“Stay well”—my soul’s last solace.

You were the shadow that sheltered my earth,
The noblest verse my heart could birth.
After Father’s early farewell to life,
You became my world, my solace in strife.

Now I’ve grown, dear Mother,
But without you, everything feels hollow.
Where your laughter once softly shone,
Now only silent breaths and sorrow are known.

By your grave I often stand,
Sometimes I weep, sometimes I hold my hand.
You do not call, yet every night and morn,
My ears tremble at the echo of your name, forlorn.

You left, and my home turned barren and cold,
I became a flickering lamp, no longer bold—
Just shadows on the wall remain,
Your prayer once shielded me; now storms reign.

When they speak of you, my chest caves in,
And tears flow like a motherless river within.
Mother, you were my one and only perfect poem—
Unwritten, unfading, felt forever in memory’s rhythm.
Copyright @ Mohammad Ali Khan Chowdhury Manik

27.
Poem: “Thoughts from the heart poured out”
Poet: Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: Luton UK .
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

A man with the spirit of humanity
Only a human
About the pure soul
With a tender heart
With a clear conscience
A clear and open mind
Where his thoughts
They are dictated by
Through higher feelings
He knows how to enjoy
With all my being
From everyday life
Regardless of this,
Is he sick
And lives in suffering
Is it healthy
Nevertheless
He smiles
With all my soul
And with all my heart
It will not pass by indifferently
Next to no harm
No falling tears
He will distribute joy
Hope, love and peace
Such a man
He understands that giving
It is more important than taking
Such a man
Understands well
That nothing is
A coincidence
That everything
What will stand in our way
It has its purpose and destiny
That our way of life
It is only destined for us
That it is a great trial
For each of us
Everyone has a task
And your door
A man with an open heart
Filled with love
He passes the chalice
With a miraculous elixir
Righteousness of nobility
Of love and higher feelings
Those who need it very much
She always has her hands open
To help others
What brings him double joy
Not for show, because he is humble
But for the soul of the heart and conscience
Such a man
He loved all mankind
He is carried on the wings of truth
And he will fight for freedom
Every human soul
Such a man
He takes his peace
From the silence of the starry night
Forces from the Sun
Faith from a Rain of Snow
And other signs
Integrating
With the power of nature around us
Given to us by the Creator
Only such a man
It brings to all people
An important message
If he can understand
The Deepest Essence of Life
Every single person
The essence of humanity
It’s every human being
He must understand
That he has it in himself
In Himself The problem lies in this
When People will understand this
That is why I want to
That this appeal
He has spoken to all of you
Started
Your hearts
Conscience
The depths of the soul
And all the best
In each of us
Made
Deep spirituality within you
He pointed out to you
Suitable for all of you
Door to freedom
In understanding
Of your coexistence
The Essence of Humanity
Who will unite
All Nations
In one
Into the humanity of the real
Global Unity in Peace
copyright @ Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek

28.
Poem: “Cat and Water Landlocked”
Poet: Ruby Kaila Malhotra.
From: Canada
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Sun-baked earth, woman’s weathered hands, roughened,
kneading the dough, Paraguay prayer in sash, flour and water.
Guaraní whispers, ancient stories etched, map of resilience.
The War of the Triple Alliance, a shadow stretching long.
Across generations, claiming sons, husbands, fathers.
She, is loveliness, a bold survivor, scrubs amongst the fallen?
Beauty a field of crosses, marking cost of nation’s struggle.
Her faith, undaunting, a flickering candle, in the storm of loss.
Quiet strength, in the face of despair, Yerba maté steams,
Communal comfort, shared among us, Paraguay women, spread
Dressed as if a silent bond of, flags swaying sorrow and hope.
Embroidered patterns, on her dress, tapestry of endurance.
Her children, a legacy of love, asking eyes their song reflecting
The church bell tolls, heritage a rhythm of faith, in a land scarred,
Resilient, her community, bound by heartache and shared history,
By shared grief, by shared hope and laughter, for a better tomorrow.
The sun sets, casting long shadows, on land, rebuilt brick by brick,
With quiet determined hands, Paraguay woman’s, quiet bravery, tugs
Unsung stories, of Paraguayan spirit, seals our enduring strength,
A legacy of grace, a promise of a future dawn, where rivers whisper
Alone carriers of legacy? rooted deep in the soil of their ancestors,
With hands that have tilled the earth, bore children, stitched us all,
Warriors cloaking resolve, shielding kin, from shadows, feeding
In the heart of Asunción, where the streets pulse with history.
The air thick with the scent of yerba mate, laughter of plazas,
Ringing strength of matriarchs, stories etched in the stones,
Reminding the wind of sacrifice the power of a mother’s love,
Against backdrops of battle and woe voices rising Parana thunder.
Justice! peace, cries and song echoing through canyons of hands,
Eyes bright like the morning star etch tales of their brave forebears
These women kneel, in reverence and hopes wrapped in tradition,
Gatherings like the chefs of a coming storm? love, bond, tie all?
For in Paraguay each doting woman, a river with endless reach,
Dreams and screams flutter, like, the wings of the harpy eagle,
Sailing above unfettered, echoing through canyons, reminding all,
Of the tough within that defines a culture, roots deep horizons fix.
Copyright @ Ruby Kaila Malhotra

29.
Poem: “Triumph”
Poet: Abeera Mirza.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

I will accomplish anything that I put my mind to,
Will I be able to?
Is it even possible?
Doubt pops in,
Inner voice taps my mind.
Are you sure?
I tell myself.
Well, at least I can try,
Yes, go on.
I choose to think positive.
I let go off the negative thoughts.
I believe now, I can.
Initially it might be tough,
Unable to put my mind and understand,
As I persist, I can.
Hard to continue,
Feel like stopping in middle,
Myself I assure, I shall.
Inner voice now taps the mind, starts to help,
Tells me, keep trying, give your best, you can, you will,
Along with mind,
Now, I put my heart into too.
Start to love,
And do with whole heart,
Put all my efforts, in ways sincere,
Fruits does begin to appear.
Feel no burden, nor strain,
Do the task at ease and peace,
I finally do succeed.
One will accomplish almost anything,
When they put not only their mind,
As well their heart too.
Copyright @ Abeera Mirza

30.
Poem: “ALL BEHIND THE TELEVISION”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Horror television, error television
remember the shops selling horror sponsored by the television,
the audience goes up if a freelancer with ankylosed neurons
interviews dozens of disaster victims in their cars at night,
and if i were the interviewee, by God, I’d call in a policeman,
or at the very least, I’d kick the freelancer’s ass again.

Television of tears, television of addiction,
uses the brand label as a dividing line
between fragments of film, between scraps of programme,
the Romans in Rome based the strength of their obligation on the sponsor,
we attribute to the sponsor the power to make inhumane people decide
to give more value to a typhoon or a massacre of Afghan children.

The television of death, the television of pain,
the studio to be avoided by the faint of heart,
every news story on TV is a terrorist act,
capable of turning Jeffrey Dahmer into Hare Krishna,
the salute to the island of Giglio was an exceptional scoop,
the only fault of the improvised actors was that they couldn’t swim.

Tonight, everyone behind the switched-off televisions:
in fact, by putting yourself in front, you won’t get anything.
Copyright @ Ivan Pozzoni.

31.
Poem: “I am not a poet”
Poet: Sangeeta Gupta.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

I am not a poet
I am a book of poems
Every leaf of my life page
weaves a new story
A broken soul is
healing each day
each passing moment
Colours are now
dazzling my gaze
Words are flowing
through my pen
I m feeling the feelings
I once dread
A smile long forgotten
has come back
like a long lost friend
learning to pick up
my tired wings
and fly again
Learning to
fall in love again
just this time
in this season of autumn.
Copyright @ Sangeeta Gupta.

32.
Poem: “The Good Old Days”
Poet: Flocerpida S. Villaruel
From: Philippines .
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

The good old days when I was young,
I used to play and run around,
Through fields so green with rows of plants,
And trees where birds would rest at night.
We played hide and seek under the moon’s soft light,
We counted stars in the sky so high,
Hoping to touch just one of them,
And hold it gently with my bare hands.

We swam and bathed in the shallow river,
Where waters were clear, our reflections shimmered,
We used a hook and caught some fish,
Then brought them home for a simple dish.

My father plowed and tilled the soil,
The kids with him, hearts full of joy,
Mud and grass covered our legs,
Yet we ignored the countless itches.

All those memories still remain,
Despite the years, they stay the same,
We do not know just until when
Those rcollections will still be clear.
Copyright @ Flocerpida Villaruel

33.
Poem: “The Seeds You Sow”
Poet: S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)
From: UAE.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

In silent fields beneath the sun,
A farmer walks, his work begun.
He plants with care, both grain and deed,
Not knowing which will bloom or bleed.

A word once said, a step once made,
Leaves shadows that will never fade.
The smile you give, the lie you tell,
Are seeds you drop in soil or hell.
The storm may come, the winds may cry,
But harvest waits beneath the sky.
Each thought, each choice, each silent act,
Returns one day—this is the pact.

You steal, you lose; you give, you gain,
Life mirrors back your joy or pain.
If kindness grows within your hand,
Then flowers bloom across the land.
No action sleeps, no moment dies,
They echo under fate’s vast skies.
The good you do, the harm you make,
Will rise again for your own sake.

So walk with light, and plant with grace,
The fruit will meet you face to face.
Be just, be true, and never weep
You harvest only what you reap.
Copyright @S.M.Sajedur Rahman (Ashru)

34.
Poem: “The axe斧頭”
Poet: Chen Hsiu-chen陳秀珍
From: Taiwan.
Primelore Published Date: 20, 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

35.
Poem: “TO LEAVE WITHOUT MAKING NOISE”
Poet: Taghrid Bou Merhi
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

I lean my heart
Hoping the poem opens a window in the chest
And air flows through it
And I speak with ease
Like one who survived drowning
And returned to speak in a light tongue

I tear up all the lines
Wipe the punctuation from my face
And leave the text orphaned
With no context or guaranteed ending

I thank the silence of cowards
Who memorized commandments by heartless submission
And swallowed the depths whole
As if they had never been
But echoes of dust

I will strip away all the depth
That pours from my chest
As I sit on the bench
Watching my shadow
Drift away without features

I hate becoming a loud voice
In a play for cowards
And gathering all my strength
To glorify directions
That never once pleased me

O poem, do not be cruel
Be soft like water
Or quiet like the first cloud
In the memory of summer

Only a wall
Is what I want between me
And the eloquence of the dead
So their letters don’t sting me
And I don’t stiffen in the rhythm of their departure

Only words, to moisten my throat
Whenever I pass through the desert of meaning
Looking for a shadow
In the mouth of the poem

I rest my eyes on a lofty tree
And fall asleep with the birds
I wake early
To touch the sky
And walk away
As poems do
From between the fingers of the soul
Without making noise
Copyright @ TAGHRID BOU MERHI.

36
Poem: “HE KNOWS EVERYTHING”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

He knows everything
And leads us on each season.
We just have to deal ,
What we really feel.
God understands our aim,
Nobody can’ t us blame.
We have the lovely God on our right side,
We just say what we feel inside!
Copyright @ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri

37.
Poem : “India, a search for Pride (A curtal sonnet)”
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath
From: India near Kolkata
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

A land, near by ocean
Far away from my hand
Days where I passed in youth.
Eyes were moisture, finding the truth,
Land a land where sands keep
My memories, into its castle,
It was my dream land England.
Far away from my remote,scan, as and when,
I can run, reached,but no love, I came by
I receive here from my Motherland.
.A proud, child Indian.
Copyright @ Prabir Kumar Rath

38.
Poem: “The Boy and the River”
Poet: Shyam Poemist Matherjee
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Rising sun , sinking stars Quiet flows the small river
Murmuring into the forest ,
The poor boy of the hut nearby
Plays with the river and ,
The piglet , the spider net.
A tiny butterfly try to join in that game ,
Some birds sing to make the child’s play attractive
At last the river of time
takes away his
Paper ship into the unknown destination ,
And thus the play ends
With the tides of day n night .
Copyright @ Shyam Poemist Matherjee

39.
Poem: “A dream deep in the heart, when the mind is open.”
Poet: SHEKAR T B
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Feelings are concentrated
and drip like drops.
Like the pain that was hidden in the depths of the chest,
Happiness is beautifully
depicted as a mirage.
Like the golden dance of the
moonlight’s comforting dots.
Like the pursuit of desires
on the path of light.
Like vague pains that have become dense and driven to depression.
Like the tiredness of waiting
for a child’s smile.
Like the joy of endless joy that has been caressed on the lips of a child.
Copyright @ Tatanahalli.B.Shekara

40.
Poem: “a love holiday”
Poet: Mary Garde
From: Vancouver Island, Canada .
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

today is love all through the day
love to all and everyone
just a day of having fun
hugs for all not a single discrepency
only love for you and me
we need this refresher course

it’s been so long since I have been surrounded with love
I need a hit right away save me from another storm of ugly

hateful acts return me to where I have been enclosed with lots of love to share right now
with everyone
Copyright @ Mary Garde (mkap)

41.
Poem: “Dream Dynamics”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar.
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

In the realm of dreams, where fantasies reign,
A season unfolds, without any refrain.
Underneath the moon’s soft glow,
Imagination blooms, like flowers in a row.

With each whispered wish and silent sigh,
A world of wonders begins to fly.
Through starlit nights and sunlit days,
Dreams dance freely in mysterious ways.

Hand in hand with hope, we roam,
In this enchanted realm we call home.
With every step, a dream takes flight,
Guiding us through the darkest night.

In the quiet of the dreamer’s embrace,
We find solace, a sacred space.
Whispers of dreams, like secrets untold,
In this season of dreams, our hearts unfold.

With every touch, a spark ignites,
Filling our souls with radiant lights.
In the arms of dreams, we find release,
A symphony of joy, a sense of peace.

So let us wander in this magical sphere,
Where dreams come alive, crystal clear.
For in the season of dreams, we find,
A world of possibilities, beautifully designed.
Copyright @ Saeeda Akhtar.

42.
Poem: Marriage,
Poet: Priyanka Neogi,
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Marriage means being one together as well,
Together happiness is to cross the battle of the storm.
Marriage means long tour,
Love, respect, burdens, “to rely on mutual respect,
In the wonderful glory of each other in two lives ”,
Happy results are happy in the last day.
Copyright @ Priyanka Neogi

43.
Poem: “The Visage of Beauty”
Poet: Muhammad Adnan Gujjar.
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

I met a visage,
The visage was not an image.
You know it is vibrant,
I sense energy in his gaze,
The beautiful lashes,
Talking through eyes,
The visage deeply lies,
Sprawling heat to
Beat.

You know her white pearl
And smooth curl
Were whispering to the prison
Of the Earl.
Keats clicks in
As he sparkles.

Oh visage,
Delightful image!
You know,
And yet don’t know,
You are
A thing of beauty.
Duty
Is joy forever.
Copyright @ Muhammad Adnan Gujjar.

44.
Poem: “Mother’s Garden — Comfort to Helen”
Poet: Ma Yongbo
From: China
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

How deep must you dig
to take the entire garden away
to avoid hurting mother’s peaceful rest
her hair still grows in your mouth
her ashes still burn in your bones

Everywhere is mother’s blue
blue forget-me-nots, blue bells
fragments of blue stars

Keep digging, little girl
with your childhood red plastic shovel
dig into the gaps between atoms
dig into empty eye sockets
dig Into the magma of archaeology
until the Yellow Spring:youself

April is indeed a cruel month
whether it nurtures purple lilacs or bluebells
the ashes embroidering on your tongue
it’s you scattered them among the tangled flowers

No one can walk here
except shy deers, except the wind and rain
except the invisible wings that can lift the entire garden
gently into the constellations
Copyright @ Ma Yongbo

45.
Poem: “the only leopard tree”
Poet: Helen Pletts.
From: United Kingdom.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

is the stunning saviour of a sunny space;
her branches hold an anaconda curl. She is
the stretching voice in the patients’ garden
and she has taken my attention; lays it down
on the white windowsill with the machine white paper cup
of hot water. The little lick of steam and I
have stopped; her winter stance has us both
absorbed
Copyright @ Helen Pletts.

46.
Poem: “Rabi Tagore”
Poet: Md. Sohel Dukhai
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

You are the star of the Bengali language, the
light of literature, you have taken literature to the
court of the world.
Your inspiration is bright,
Dependent on your writing,
Because of you, writing goes on,
You are the beacon of literature.
You have placed literature on a seat of dignity in the world,
That is why millions of lives are adorned on your birthday.
Death could not touch you,
You are a man who conquers death,
Your inspiration, your thoughts,
I know you, Kurnish.
Copyright @ Md. Sohel Dukhai

47.
Poem: “STARRY AWAITING”
Poet: Antonis Filippeos.
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

Under the shade of the stars
I wiped your tear.
You believed that I would go away.
I promised that I would love you for as long as I live.
And if I ever say goodbye,
I will not unhand you,
I will hold your hand tight with mine;
When you sleep at night,
Ill be staring at you from high there,
Ill be watching you,
Ill lavish on you visionary flares of beauty,
and you only
-I am asking it as a favor-
have to remember me,
look at my eyes, sometimes,
whenever you recall it,
from far away…
Ill be around there,
everywhere,
Ill always be high there,
in the sky,
to see you…
Copyright @ Antonis Filippeos.

48.
Poem: “A poet”
Poet: Badamasi Ismail Chikaji
From: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

A poet is a cloud which gives gifts to folks.
A poet is a mad man who sees beyond the horizon.
A poet is a book which ones do read by a blind eye and understood till on the grave.
A poet is an angel gobble the sparkling golden price of words and the value of drop in every time.
A poet is a thought gushing through the viens to every soul.
A poet is a temples’ candle which sparkles of the beam of ray.
A poet is like a dark scorpion which whacks an enemy though his sword is hidden through eliminated his lightness.
Many a poets are sad people
For no matter how high their spirits, they will be enclosed in an envelope of tears.
Hey! poets, You will one day rule the universe, therefore your kingdom has no end.
Copyright @ Badamasi Ismail Chikaji

49.
Poem: “Un Sunny Day”
Poet: LJ Bechtel, The Unexpected Poet
From: Melbourne, FL USA.
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

The sky forgets to break in blue,
No golden thread comes weaving through.
Each morning wakes in ashen gray,
Another bleak, unsunny day.

The trees don’t dance, the birds don’t sing,
Joy’s a ghost without a wing.
The light avoids this weary place,
And shadows kiss my sallow face.

I’ve read of warmth in worn-out books,
Heard laughter spill from distant nooks.
But all I’ve known is rain that stays,
And puddles deep in shattered ways.

My window weeps with every storm,
A silent pact with staying torn.
No beam has pierced my heavy chest,
No moment’s peace, no hour’s rest.

I walk through life in grayscale shoes,
With nothing bright enough to lose.
If joy exists, it’s not my way,
I’ve only known unsunny day.
Copyright @ LJ Bechtel, The Unexpected Poet

50.
Poem: “On the Lap of a Needle”
Poet: Moammer Alsufyani
From: Yemen
Primelore Published Date: 20, May,Tuesday,2025.

For God is greater than the universe in our hearts…
Why doesn’t the whole world fit?
We call out across the vast distance
For you to come between us and quench love…
In a stroll of laughter, until the rose gets dizzy
Behind the torn walls of color.
I wish I were a thread, oh garment of the world
From every corner, sleeping on the lap of a needle in peace.
Copyright @Moammer Alsufyani

51.
Poem: “A moment here and there”
Poet: Soma mukherjee.
From: India
Life surprises
A moment there death arrives.
A moment here baby cries.
A moment there rainbows come alive,
A moment there life thrives.
A moment there someone survives.
A moment here a beautiful butterfly flies,
A moment there was an ugly caterpillar which tried,
A moment here a flower blooms,
A moment there disaster looms,
A moment here magical love happens,
A moment there cloud of hate darkens,
A moment of here and there,
Universe tells you life starts here.
You are a zero and a small fry.
So pray, be grateful and keep trying.
Copyright @ Soma Mukherjee

We are happy to say that , We got more New Poets with their Poems . Thanks all our Writers and Readers. Read all poem and enjoy more! Always stay with primelore writer’s heaven. It is your platform.