Welcome all readers and writers from around the world! This is the “PrimeloreVerse”: A Fortnightly Global Literary Journey | Vol. 05.
01.
Poem: “Through layered tunnels of time and space”
Poet: Lan Xin.
From: China
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
On the star bank of countless parallel universes
I call softly to you
Who are you
From which stardust you arose
To which eternal realm of light you journey
What form of yourself you shall finally become
You are love and light fallen into the three-dimensional world
Clearing the heavy gloom deep within all souls
Guiding lost spirits
Out of thick mists of the heart
Across scrolls of different cycles of rebirth
You wear countless sacred faces:
The ancient sacred king upon the star-throne, versed in cosmic truths
Bearing the cosmic vision that beholds all karmic origins
The healing divinity descending among stars, healing all beings with spiritual power
With the celestial ear, hearing the soul-calls deep within star rivers
The Bodhisattva who liberates boundless beings with compassion
The warrior-king of justice guarding all living beings
The King of Kings who rules over the tenfold Dharma realms and cuts through all illusion
The league of heroes watching over peace on earth
The light of wisdom
Blessed by all divinities, never fading
You are love
You are light
You are the one bound to the covenant of stars
Bearing the mission of the cosmos
May we gather our power from the same source of light
Journey together to fulfill our stellar mission
And guard love and peace across all worlds
ยฉยฎ Lan Xin.
02.
Poem: “Secret of Happiness “
Poet: Afroza Jesmine
From: Bangladesh.๐ง๐ฉ
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
I know a poor boy,
He has no new cloths;
He has no demand,
He has an unique Idea to happiness,
He has a smiley face,
He has honesty,
his words are always heart touchy,
He never cry for money,
He never quarrels with others’
He never scrambles for others’ possessions.
He knows that ;
Money never brings human happiness.
Happiness and peace never go together.
Learn the secret to being happy.
Forget your sorrow.
Smile with everyone,
Laugh wholeheartedly.
Speak with a smile.
ยฉยฎ Afroza Jesmine.
03.
Poem: “THE STAR FLOWER”
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER
From: Tรผrkiye.
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
So many days I lived were just a dream,
Time was a winter, cold and harsh, it seemed.
I opened my eyes; my years had slipped away,
The years I called my days were yesterday.
I searched for traces of the days gone by,
And reached for distant dreams without knowing why.
I could not hold the ones who went away,
Within my silent heart, I wept that day.
Is there a Star Flower somewhere in this world?
Can it bloom while dreams are softly unfurled?
I planted gardens green within my dreams,
And hope sprang up beside the heartโs sweet streams.
Suddenly, flowers blossomed everywhere,
The stars poured silver light into the air.
Within the arms of night, spring came anew,
A thousand joys within my heart just grew.
My joy became a peacockโs wings of pride,
Each feather held a flower, hope inside.
I never wish to wake from dreams so bright,
Before my heartโs own flowers fade from sight.
I wish such gardens bloomed for me in truth,
With flowers brave, in my heartโs garden of youth.
Let dreams not live in sleep alone,
Let stars arise within my gardenโs own.
Perhaps one day my dreams will all come true,
The wish within my heart will bloom anew.
Star Flowers will blossom in my garden fair,
And joy will make my heart smile once more there.
ยฉยฎ Mustafa Naci รZER
04.
Poem: ” a preyer for today “
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Canad
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
today a special day the people make choices is it going to be this or that as I
ll be hoping whatever the masses are wishing be an improvement from the past
we are tired of poverty and hunger we are tired of war and abuse please from the heavens could you bless us with a change to make our world a better place
ยฉยฎ Mary Garde.
05.
Poem: “Love…is not exist as you want”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou.
From: Greece.๐ฌ๐ท
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Love is an energy
That will never control you or anyone else..
Love is divine
Love is between mother and childrens
Love between a man and woman is just so difficult to exist because we are not educated and not ready to accept.
There are so many people , especially men..they are so successful in their career
But so immature when it comes to love a woman
Relationships are so hard and complicated
Because people are so complicated in their mind
It’s very simple the love…or to love someone
You need to become friends first
After you built trust and that need to tell the truth about everything….
I mean everything
What you like or not
What you accept or not
What was the background of your childhood and what about your dreams..
Of course you must tell everything so you will see your limits and the limits of the other person.
You will discover eachother in the good way and the hard way.
Once the days passed and the months passed
If one year pass and you stil talk to eachother and support eachother…then definitely there’s a connection that is established
Love it takes two to succeed..
ยฉยฎ EVA Petropoulou Lianou.
06.
Poem: “PERHAPS”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Perhaps the stars know all about
That some hearts speak the same song
Across the globe through time and space
Two wandering souls may find their spot
And yes it is rare perhaps a dream
To find a heart that hears your rhyme
Someone who pauses where you would cry
Who sees the dawn in your shades of grey
But tell me, is sameness what we seek?
Do you understand the words I say?
Can you see the world through my eyes
Brings new colours to my world for once
If only for one night, time will stand still
Let moonlight wander across the yard
No promises needed, no words to display
Just two simple hearts, no need to hide
And if the morning should take you away
I’ll keep the music of that night for you
Some connections are miracles
Touching the heart and no goodbye
Perhaps the rarest thing is your smile
No need to mirror my every thought
Perhaps it’s you who make me feel
That distances are never truly far
ยฉยฎ Vo Thi Nhu Mai .
07.
Poem: “”
Poet: Samia Benassou
From: Algeria
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
The Naili Dance and the Bou Saรขda Bendir
With the very first beat, the line springs to life;
the rhythm rebounds from the taut skin of the bendir,
and bare feet tremble against the earth.
Upon the earth, the dance unfolds its tale.
It scarcely settles before leaping once again,
like a flock, quivering in its whiteness,
shuddering, murmuring beneath the pulse.
It falls still for a moment,
then awakens at the call of the ghaita.
And upward it soars,
as the fingers take flight.
Feet fall into harmony with the beat,
summoning once more the ancient celebrations of dust,
scattering it into the air.
Bodies draw together,
leaning upon one another,
swaying as one,
then parting in the sudden grace of their leaps.
A forehead rises, a brow captivates,
the artful arch of the eyebrows holding its spell.
In the air, fingers sketch wings that flee,
flock after flock,
the gathering scatters and takes flight,
moves away, then returns,
as though the body were shaking loose its hidden secrets.
Heads bow like the crests of horses,
then rise again,
journeying through the ecstasy of rhythm,
through its ever-mounting beat.
Breath itself trembles and soars.
Bodies return to one another,
leaning together, held fast by the pulse.
The line never falters;
no foot arrives late
for its appointed meeting with the earth.
Movements multiply,
yet the dancers become a single body:
light, almost slipping free
of the earth’s gravity.
And each time the drum draws it back,
it lifts it heavenward once more.
The dance leaves behind, in the soul,
the echo of its footsteps.
The wind keeps its gestures,
the earth its rapture of feet,
and the soul
its longing to fly.
ยฉยฎ Samia Benassou
08.
Poem: “Friends in Crowd :”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Friends are inspirational sources.
Few friends are rare to get.
The art is inspired by circle of friends.
Knowledge is shared in-between us.
So, the friends are the leaders of universe. We can not lead society alone.
Circle of friends leads the society morally.
So, the society is made up of intellectual friends.
Friends are human ethical energies.
ยฉยฎ Til Kumari Sharma
09.
Poem: “A covenant that never grows old”
Poet: Ahmed Aziz El-Din Ahmed
From:
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
O you who dwell in the heart without hesitation
And you have taken your place on the throne of the blossoming heart.
I love you not with the love of eyes, but rather
The soul’s desire lies in a deep, hidden secret.
I didn’t know that love had limits.
Until I saw you in my imagination, my passage
You are the poem when a poet is at a loss.
To explain the fragrance in his heart
And you are a dawn in the darkness of my bewilderment
And you are the warmth of my soul after my breaking.
If you are absent from my sight, you are a story.
You live on in my heart, deep in my remembrance.
I still carry a poem of love for you
It is recited to the pulse of the heart and blossoms
And I cherish your promise within my ribs as if it were
A light illuminates my soul in my presence
If your love is my poem in life
I will write the verses without delay.
And I will always remember that the purity of my feelings
More precious to me than fruitful union
O you who made gardens out of longing
In it, I recite my thoughts to the morning.
I walk, and my thoughts precede me to you.
It’s as if my heart can no longer bear my patience.
If this universe becomes too small for our dreams
Love is broader than the limits of my imagination.
What is love but living together in a moment?
Rather, you should remain in my heart and feelings.
You are my safety when time frowns.
His days passed, and my seas broke within me.
And I am the one who made loyalty a creed
He does not turn away from it despite the passage of time.
I will continue to write my poems in your love.
Until poetry becomes part of my breath
If you ever ask the heart about its desires
He said: The one I love is the secret of my purification.
ยฉยฎ Ahmed Aziz El-Din Ahmed
10.
Poem: “I FELT VERY HOT”
Poet: Kujtim R. Hajdari
From: Albenia
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
It’s midday, the sun blazing,
Burning so much, often in July,
In front of me, two women argue,
Adding to the commotion without fear.
It’s not words, it’s like a groan,
Whoever hears it quickly walks away,
It’s quite easy to take a bite,
From them, whoever passes by.
I can’t quite make out what they’re saying,
But I follow them from afar,
It’s no wonder that down in the square,
They turn against each other and throw down.
Someone on the side says a prayer,
Further, someone makes the sign of the cross,
I quicken my steps in a hurry,
Feeling something squeezes my soul.
Someone freshens up with a piece of paper,
Ugh…! Someone does it with disgust,
From behind, I hear scattered words,
Something nameless lingers among us.
This commotion continues to grow,
As if someone is seeking to ripen,
The persistent sun from above,
It seems to be burning the two women.
ยฉยฎ Kujtim R. Hajdari.
11.
Poem: “Behind the Scenes”
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad
From: Gaza City
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
In the middle of the night,
When I have fallen fast asleep
After a busy day of killing routines,
A nightmare invades my dark skyโ
A whizzing drone
Entering the universe of my mind,
Buzzing for hours
Like a murderous mosquito.
It scatters my words and thoughts,
Stirs my nerves into restless motion,
And unleashes chaos inside my body,
As if a military coup
Has taken place within me.
Meanwhile, my heart races wildly,
Like a homeless man
Running in search of a safe refuge,
Yet finding nowhere to hide,
Nowhere to escape.
My stomach dances
Upon a slaughterhouse stage,
While unseen musicians play
The frantic melodies of my nerves,
Composing a symphony of fear,
Anxiety, and terror.
And the killers
Remain behind the scenes.
My entire body collapses
Like an avalanche,
Melting beneath the weight of anguish,
While tears stream silently
From my exhausted eyes.
ยฉยฎ Ahmed Miqdad
12.
Poem: “When You Are Lost in the Milky Way”
Poet: Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
When you are lost in the Milky Way,
I shall be the star that lights your way.
Across a million galaxies, Iโll roam,
To make your wandering heart feel home.
When silver moons forget to shine,
My dreams will quietly mingle with thine.
If endless skies should keep us apart,
You will still travel inside my heart.
And when the stars dissolve in blue,
The universe will whisperโI belong to you.
ยฉยฎ Ratan Bhattacharjee
13.
Poem: “WHERE HAVE YOU GONE, KINDNESS”
Poet: Concetta La Placa
From: Italy.
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Where have you gone, kindness?
I havenโt met you for years, and no one has named or practiced you anymore.
And you, tolerance, didnโt you go hand in hand with solidarity and brotherhood, enriching
yourself through diversity?
Where has the love for children, for those who are different, gone? And the mercy,
the compassion toward our neighbor?
It seems to have vanished into thin air; and with it, the value of peace that once flew high,
like a banner of the peoples.
Now there is only so much fog around us, it would seem like that of any morning, of any day.
It is, unfortunately, the dense mist of indifference, which is invading, little by little, our hearts.
ยฉยฎ Concetta La Placa
14.
Poem: “IT IS SHINING”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri .
From: Albania
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
To visite friends and relatives,
Is more than writing
And expressin wishes …
Looks like a spring.
It has a big reason
To wish on everybody health this season!
If we don’ t write for a better future,
We just loose time on adventure!
It’ s better only to pray
And tomorrow will come a better day!
ยฉยฎ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri .
15.
Poem: “Tailors of the Sky and Dreams”
Poet: Bania Sofia
From: Greece๐ฌ๐ท
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Every night, an old man would mend the sky
using threads from different lands.
Each thread represented a people;
each stitch, a bond of friendship;
each star, a dream of childhood innocence.
When humans went to war,
the threads would snap,
and stars would fall to the earthโ
fractured by the pain of being torn from the skyโs embrace,
like tears that never had the chance to become wishes.
The village well would sometimes fill
with the tears of the inhabitants,
who watched the sky bleed
as it lost its precious pearls.
Into the river, too, fell the tears of strangers passing through the villageโ
that graveyard of starsโ
as they mourned the madness of mankind.
Some said the tears of these strangers
were saltier still,
for they carried the ache of exile
and the dread of a homeland consumed by flames.
Yet the water made no distinction between languages,
nor did it recognize flags within its own composition,
nor did it remember the names of those who had shed it.
For all tears became one as they fell into its depths.
And when the well overflowed,
the water spilled out into the streets,
sweeping away the border signs
and quenching the roots of trees
that had withered from hatred and arrogance.
The old man, now utterly exhausted,
gazed at the severed threads,
unsure of where to begin, and wondering if it was even worth the effort anymore.
Then, children approached him,
holding small silver needles of love, threaded with the yarn of friendship and humanity.
“Teach us to sew together,” they said, all at once.
“We want no more divided skies,
nor stars that fall only to bury our dreams.”
The old man looked at them, deeply moved.
For the first time, he let go of the needle,
entrusting it to the children.
And they began to sew,
using threads from every land,
never asking which color belonged to whom.
And then, something strange happenedโฆ
The stars no longer fell from the sky.
Instead, they descended to the earth,
to illuminate the hands
of those who had learned to create together. And so, the sky was reborn from its ashes,
holding within its clouds
the snow-white Dove of Peace and Fellowship.
ยฉยฎ Bania Sofia
16.
Poem: “Morning thoughts”
Poet: Xrysoula Foufa
From: Greece๐ฌ๐ท
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
She closed her eyes to feel the sensation of freedom. Her skin looked like a vibrant echo of the waters that surrounded herself in the morning wind. She thought about the human life : so precious and fragile at the same time. ยฉยฎ Xrysoula Foufa
17.
Poem: “November Prayer “
Poet: JoyAnne O’Donnell
From: USA.
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
In the morning of a new month Time is filled warm with candle lights Changes on the tree branches Bright colors lead the way Leaves of bright orange Like the sweet of a nectar It is a new season’s surprise. ยฉยฎ JoyAnne O’Donnell
18.
Poem: “I AM A BOHEMIAN AT HEART”
Poet: Jagoda Sabliฤ
From: Croatia
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
I wander from tavern
To tavern,
To forget
YOU and YOUR
Name.
Because of You I drink
One more glass
Of bitter tears.
Because of YOU I still
Cry.
I wander.
I think of YOU,
Unforgettable
Woman.
Because of YOU I lived,
Because of YOU I cried,
Because of YOU I remained
All alone.
You took my
Soul and body.
I drink this glass
For YOU.
You were an Angel and
A Devil,
You brought me light
And darkness.
Put the cards on the table.
Tell me do you still
Love me?
Don’t destroy our
Dreams.
In your eyes
Morning sleeps.
In mine there is darkness.
You took my
Most beautiful years,
Left insecurity
And fear.
I drink to forget
Your eyes,
Your scent, your
Breath.
I am a bohemian at heart.
I am not afraid
That everything around
Me is collapsing, because
YOU are not there to
Bring me back LOVE.
I drink to forget
Sorrow.
I don’t want to find
Another love.
At the bottom of the glass
I see your face,
I disappear in your
Touch.
I am a bohemian
At heart.
ยฉยฎ Jagoda Sabliฤ
19.
Poem: “Mother”
Poet: Graciela Villaverde
From: Argentina.
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Mother You are the first land our feet tread,
the sky that stays awake when night falls.
You are not only the one who gives life,
but the refuge where life learns not to fear.
Your voice is the wind that straightens the ears of corn,
your embrace the harbor where any storm calms.
You hold in the palms of your hands the sun that warms us,
and in your gaze, a horizon that never closes.
You carry in your heart a garden that knows no winter,
where the strength you lack grows.
You are the memory that sustains us,
the invisible thread that, even when we stray,
never breaks.
Sometimes you are a river that runs silent and deep,
sometimes a mountain firm against any gale.
Always the same love, rooted, made home,
made all that makes us human.
And when the world weighs too heavily,
all I have to do is return to you,
to find my way again,
to find peace,
to find the place where I am whole.
ยฉยฎ Graciela Noemi Villaverde.
20.
Poem: “To You Alone I Return”
Poet: Latifa Harbaoui
From: Algeria.
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
My Lord
Shadows steeped in apprehension pass through me A permissible whisper of detachment Its memory circles in a hurried ascent
O tranquil soul O sky of the Prophet O our protecting heaven O path of lovers ascending to the heights O Dispeller of veils
With what heart can one embrace the radiance of the night’s harvest?
It is the trembling of rootedness Unfolding beneath the touch of watering hands
Fragments from the body of the beginning Never mere repetition
They are free falls from the lips of a rememberer A lover of all that remains hidden
It is the secret that stays awake until dawn
Silence heavy with clouds and scars That is becoming one
O heart If only you could walk along the edges of pure stillness If only you could return to the soul’s liberation To its first whiteness in the shelter of longing
My Lord Lord of the heavens and the earth
To You alone I return From the depths of deliverance
And behind me Foam upon foam
To You alone I return in tears So receive me
ยฉยฎ Latifa Harbaoui .
21.
Poem: “A World Whose Dream Remains Unhacked”
Poet:Mufid Nabzo
From:Syria , Mahardeh
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
This entire world needs reformatting;
its memory is riddled with viruses,
its processor chewing on the ashes of light.
It is no longer fit to boot;
evil has reprogrammed the directions,
and tyrants have planted their ghosts
in the ports of the soul.
Red arms tamper with the keys of life,
leaving upon the screens of the earth
the bleeding of the innocent.
From behind the bars,
I rouse the thought from its iron sleep:
The soul cannot be hacked.
The light in its eyes cannot be extinguished.
Darkness takes root only
in minds devoured
by the rot of power.
You guardians of the dark,
you are neither gods of existence
nor heirs to humanity;
you are a flaw
in the conscience of this planet.
I am humanโ
a bird testing the vastness of the sky
from the narrowness of its cage.
I do not fear death.
I fear that life may pass
without my leaving, in its walls,
a breach through which freedom might enter.
I shall remain standing
until the final heartbeat
struggles against its own extinction.
Tomorrow,
we may die at the end of the tunnel,
but light knows
how to split stone.
There,
in a fissure of darkness,
a nest woven from the straw of wheat,
where the fledglings of dreams find warmth,
and wings that know no surrender
sprout above the thorns.
The thorns will blossom,
the meadows will turn green,
and the butterflies will return
from the ashes of light
as new-born larvae,
and blue cocoons
concealing in their silence
the secrets of resurrection.
Then, upon the sunflower,
it will fall asleepโ
the gentle slumber
of a dream
that has yet to be hacked.
ยฉยฎ Mufid Nabzo
22.
Poem: “THE INVISIBLE ALPHABET OF THE SOUL”
Poet: Menda VRETO
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
The night has hands of velvet and of ink,
and writes its sorrow on the face of the earth;
each star’s a thought too distant to be thought,
each silence holds the heartbeat of a soul.
Time wanders on, a blind and weary beggar,
bearing upon its shoulders centuries of dust;
it devours kings, yet leaves untouched the echo
of a kiss abandoned in the arms of humankind.
And we, enchanted creatures born of shadow,
with infinity flowing through our veins,
are questions cast upon an endless ocean,
forever lost where sorrow has no shore.
Oh, how many springs have passed away
without a garden shedding tears for them!
How many souls have knocked upon the gates
of heaven, only to hear heaven answer not!
There is a cry that never finds a voice,
a grief unknown to even tear-filled eyes;
it is the sorrow dressed in robes of light,
that sets a thousand sparks aflame in darkness.
But look: even stone remembers its beginning,
even dust conceals the memory of the sea;
not everything that dies is stripped of glory,
not everything that falls silent ceases to love.
For eternity is neither crown nor kingdom,
nor a name engraved upon a marble tomb;
it is the seed that blossoms in the darkness,
it is one soul returning heaven to another.
And when the final bell of the world
shall shatter its own bronze against the dusk,
when the sun becomes a distant memory
and oceans have forgotten how to sing,
perhaps there will remain, in some unknown heart,
a single syllable of all the good we’ve sown;
like fragrance lingering in a vanished garden,
like a God whose name was never spoken.
And then, O world, do not search for my name,
nor question graves about the fate of me;
I shall have been the wind among the branches,
the light that learned to dwell within the dark.
For immortality belongs not to those who never die,
but to those who, though made of dust and bound by time,
can turn the sorrow dwelling in their hearts
into a dawn that knows no ending.
ยฉยฎ Menda VRETO
23.
Poem: “Leave the Crook”
Poet: Muhammad Al-Qaddafi Masoud
From:
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Put down that shepherd’s crook,
you with the polished air.
Stop your circling,
your blind stumbles
out of the dream.
That stick you wave
at a flock of children,
making a holy vow
that only blooms
when your tragedy peaks.
You weave your cloak from a people’s faith,
stitching sunbeams to pretty lies.
When you’re lost in ecstasy,
the desert shows you its face
and I make it into dreams,
so you can offer a rose
to the era that never saw you born.
Nothing promises you anything.
You’re past the end.
No fantasy holds you up,
no color hides you.
You don’t need a hiding cap,
you need a helmet.
Your reflection has changed,
and being different has made you
a slippery, mercury question.
Oh, child of the Boundless.
ยฉยฎ Muhammad Al-Qaddafi Masoud
Translation Dr . Salwa Goda
24.
Poem: “THE YOUNG RICE FRAGRANT”
Poet: HONG NGOC CHAU
From: Ho Chi Minh City
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
The hasty afternoon rain swirls in my soul; I see
How I ache for the young rice fragrant! Reality
My footprints linger deep along the sparse hedge, so nice
The green bamboo grove holds memories of days gone by.
What sky is heavy with such weary, relentless rain? Forever
The gentle young rice fragrant, with a hint of areca, as ever
A green betel vine winding around an areca palm trunk, truly
Mist drifts lazily while the breeze gently caresses. You see
Farmers raise their voices in joyful songโtheir happiest
Fields of young rice promise a bountiful golden harvest
Young rice stands close, stretching far and wide, my homeland
Mingling the scent of mud soil and the love for my homeland
Dadโs sweat fell in the fields; dikes; legs were caked in mud.
Motherโs back is bent, her feet gripping the deep mud.
Ever cherishing hope for the long journey ahead, really
Helping the children grow wise and mature; it’s lovely
The young rice fragrant stirs my heart forever;
At dusk, I go to the fields to help my parents, as ever
Our cheerful laughter echoes with so much joy, so nice
Our deep family ties grow ever stronger over time.
The afternoon rain falls in crystal-clear drops of longing now
In the heart of one far from home, with the ups and downs
The young rice scent lingers through the years,
The true love of homeland endures forever.
ยฉยฎ HONG NGOC CHAU
25.
Poem: “The Doves of Peace”
Poet: Iftekhar Hossain Siddiqui
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
How many doves of peace take flight across the sky!ย
When was there ever unity? No peaceful world remains.ย
Black and white in conflict, the air charged with gunpowder, the arrogance of conquest, the helpless left bereft.
Thus the superpower is the hero; the weak are cornered.
The Middle East burns as the chess pieces shift.ย
In football’s fever a hope of peace awakens, yet goodwill is but a show, while a hand grips the throat.
The atomic bomb parades its sorcery; politics is sheathed in money, and technology remains a riddle.
War is kept alive as the missiles gather speed; the Nobel is lobbied for, while peace is thwarted at the United Nations.
Where, in truth, is peace, when every mind bends to flattery?
Is humankind upon the path of peace at all?
ยฉยฎ Iftekhar Hossain Siddiqui
26.
Poem: “The Beginning of Winter “
Poet: Yusuf Amusa
From:
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
When you begin
You always come in full force
Everyone feels your presence
You are well known to the old and the young
You begin to blow cold
We begin to smell frost
Everybody starts to depend on warmer
Life becomes difficult
Hot tea becomes our companion
In order not to have cold
In order not to have catarrh
In order not to have cough
We begin to wear thick garments
You are like an uninvited guest
You arrive with plight
You are harsh
You are inclement
Indeed, you are unfriendly
Winter!
When you appear again
Try to be mild.
ยฉยฎ Yusuf Amusa
27.
Poem: “TO BE RESCUED ฤฐN THE WAVESโฆ”
Poet: Suleyman Abdulla
From: Azerbaijan
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Remember, my friend seaman,
The winds donโt blow in order to fly kitesโฆ
It doesnโt blow to rotate wind mills either-
Donโt forget your ship is a cradle to rock you!
The wish of to be Noah
Has already been given up propheticallyโฆ
Nothing!
The wish of wind is to put out the fire
And to play with ashesโฆ
The cords that slide away from the windโs hands as a snake,
the wings,
the match sticks
Are spread on the non-existence thingsโฆ
As the snakes saidโฆ
Donโt pay attention to the trembling
of the heart picture on the standโฆ
The tongue of the snake symbol
On the pharmacy
Isnโt fearful
You may touch itโฆ
Somebody deceived the snake
And took out its poison from its nest instead of medicine.
Though the wind hissers like a snake
It has nothing to do with the heartbeatsโฆ
If you can read as Morse code
The eyelash lines of the dirty, dusty expectation
On the window knocked by the leaves of willowโฆ
You may see that
The reason of blowing of the wind
Is as a result of emptiness of the sky
And the seaโs being full of water.
Simply,
Eels donโt like water-snakes at dinner time.
Well, my friend seaman.
Can you explain me
What does it mean to sink in the land,
but to be drown in the fire?
โฆAnd your heart isnโt eager for to fly kiteโฆ
ยฉยฎ Suleyman Abdulla
Translated by Sevil Gulten
28.
Poem: “Chocolate Candle”
Poet: Muammar Al-Sufyani.
From: Yemen
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
I sought every love poem in the world of chatter.
I found you.
A chocolate candle consumed by fire.
ยฉยฎ Muammar Al-Sufyani.
29.
Poem: ” Before Tomorrow Comes”
Poet: Dr. Jรณzef Tomon
From: Poland
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Golden light crumbles at the edge of the roof;
the last ray drinks the chill from the windowpane.
Shadows stretch out soundlessly,
as if trying to catch up with what has already passed.
The day fades slowly, without rebellion,
yielding its space to a grayness that knows
nothing lasts forever.
Tea grows cold in the cup;
clock hands slice the silence into tiny fragments.
All that remains is a pure longing for a moment
that, just a short while ago, was still “tomorrow,”
but is now nothing more than a memory.
Yet night arrives softly, without fear,
scattering stardust across the sky.
In its darkness, there is no emptinessโ
there is a promise of rest and silence,
in which a new, unborn morning begins to sprout.
For every twilight is merely a bridge
to the next dawn.
ยฉยฎ Dr Jรณzef Tomon .
30.
Poem: “LOVE IS SOMETHING FREE TO SHARE”
Poet: Daniel omar
From: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Love is a gift that costs nothing,
A light that shines when the world is dark,
A gentle word, a helping hand,
A little kindness that leaves a mark.
Love has no borders, no colour, no name,
It welcomes the different, yet treats all the same.
It lives in our hearts, it grows when we care,
For love is something free to share.
You do not need riches to make someone smile,
Just walk beside them for a little while.
Give hope to the hopeless, let loneliness end,
Be a voice of comfort, be somebodyโs friend.
Love is not measured by what we own,
Nor by the seeds of wealth we have sown.
It grows through forgiveness, compassion, and care,
And blooms in the hearts of those willing to share.
Let love reach the refugee far from home,
The child who feels forgotten and alone.
Let it cross every nation, every mountain, every sea,
For a world filled with love is a world that is free.
If we choose love, we can heal the pain,
Bring peace to the broken, let hope rise again.
No human is worthless, no heart is too small,
There is room for love when we open our hearts to all.
ยฉยฎ Daniel omar.
31.
Poem: “Aerodynamics of an Aircraft”
Poet: Syed Shah Hussain
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Aircraft climb and dive,
Soaring through the sky so high.
They turn like hawks with mighty grace,
Roaring loud in endless space.
Flying over hills and sand,
Over towns, so proud they stand.
Each turn and dive, each climb and roll,
Moves with skill, precise to control.
The fuselage holds it all in place,
The cockpit guides its flight with grace.
Inside the cockpit, the instruments align,
To make each dream take off and shine.
Flaps increase or decrease the lift,
Shifting drag with every shift.
During takeoff, both down and grand,
Or when landing, both up safe to stand.
Ailerons roll the plane around,
Changing course above the ground.
Wings create the needed lift,
While slats adjust it with a shift.
On the front, along the edge,
Slats make lift rise from the ledge.
Spoilers help the plane descend,
Reducing lift as flights extend.
The tail maintains flight stability,
Keeping balance, and holding agility.
Engines thrust it through the air,
A marvel built with skill and care.
Raise the right flap, left goes down,
And rightward rolls the plane around.
ยฉยฎ Syed Shah Hussain
32.
Poem: “Darkess”
Poet: Abin Roychoudhury
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
That old song has flown back
At night
I gently touch its fever-warm head
Adjust the crescent on its forehead
An old red stretch on the door-sill of its eye
A lone kiss lies still at its foot like a daub of semen
Just as I try to wipe out the yellow kiss
The song flies away listlessly
Darkness, why did you break the rule?
translated by Sukriti Ghosal
Bio:
Abin Roy choudhury (born 2 September 1987, Mangalkote, West Bengal, India) is a prominent Bengali poet, essayist, lyricist, translator, and literary figure. His literary journey began in childhood. His debut poetry collection, Itipurbe Bolini, published by Ananda Publishersโone of India’s leading publishing housesโearned him wide recognition in Bengali literature. His other notable collections include Golap Nirapekkha Noy and Bibarna Cycle. After leaving his teaching career, he devoted himself entirely to literature.
His popular song Naram Shabdo Chhuye Dao is available on major music platforms. He has presented essays on All India Radio and participated in the Krittibas Poetry Festival and the IndiaโBangladesh Poetry Festival.
ยฉยฎ Abin Roychoudhury
33.
Poem: “THER IS HOPE “
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
If I can still speak with hope,
it is because the sea has not yet run dry,
and it continues to fill the clouds
with its breath…
If I can still speak of beauty,
it is because the sky still rains,
continuing to water the earth,
so that the flowers may bloom…
If I can still speak of journeys,
it is because vessels still sail
upon the sea of โโthe mind,
carrying me away with themโ
far from the mire…
If I can still stand upright,
it is because humanity has not yet been lost,
and I can still lean upon the Human Being!..
I hold fast to the letter “I” (iota) of the Sunโa support
to keep the Sun from becoming a ilos [nail]โ
a spike driven into my chest,
leaving me subdued by Fear!..
ยฉยฎ Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
34.
Poem: “The Silence of the Night”
Poet: AMB. Dr Tomasz Laczek.
From: United Kingdom
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Something swiftly crosses the night sky,
The glow of stars holds up the heavens.
Such peace, such silence,
A hidden realm of the magic of night.
The night lamps shine with a pale light,
The winds quietly scatter the leaves.
A little dog runs silently by,
Some figure hurries towards home.
The streets grow quieter and emptier,
The lights in the houses fade into the night.
Night gently settles its residents into sleep,
And wraps nature itself in silence.
Everything is black, without colour,
No patterns can be seen anymore.
There will be no more movement,
Darkness now reigns everywhere.
It is the time of great rest,
A time to relax in peaceful sleep.
For in the end, dawn will awaken the world,
The morning sun will wake everything with its radiance.
ยฉยฎ AMB. Dr Tomasz Laczek.
35.
Poem: “WHEN CASTS AND CANDY COSTUME”
Poet: Ruby Kaila Malhotra
From: Canada
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
The air grows cold, a whisper light,
October leaves, in fading flight.
The sun descends, a fiery tear,
Another day, drawing so near
To Halloween, a memory bright,
A time of joy, now tinged with night.
We carved the pumpkins, round and bold,
Their grinning faces, stories told.
Of spooky tales and candy sweet,
And rustling ghosts along the street.
We dressed in costumes, bright and grand,
A motley, happy, corn playful band.
The doorbells rang, a constant chime,
โTrick or treat!โ a joyful web or rhyme.
Small hands outstretched, a eager plea,
For chocolate bars and sugary glee.
The grown-ups smiled, a knowing gaze,
Lost in the memories of bygone days.
But time, it marches, brooms ever on,
The children grow, the magicโs gone.
The costumes fade, the pumpkins rot,
The memories linger, bittersweet and fraught.
The empty porch, a silent space,
Where laughter echoed, leaving trace.
The streets are quieter, hushed and still,
The autumn wind, a lonely thrill.
The darkened houses, stand like stone,
A sense of loss, profoundly known.
The ghosts remain, but not of fear,
Of happy times, held ever dear.
We light a candle, small and low,
For Halloweens cackles of long ago.
For laughter shared and friendships made,
For simple joys that cannot fade.
Though seasons change, and years take flight,
We hold these memories, in fading light.
The moon hangs high, a silver gleam,
Reflecting on a childhood dream.
And in the stillness, we can hear,
The echoes of a world so near.
A world of wonder, innocent and free,
A Halloween, that used to be.
ยฉยฎ Ruby Kaila Malhotra 
36.
Poem: “NOT MINE, OURS – THE EARTH: ERASE BORDERS”
Poet: Sarwat Zabeen Lubna
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
The first bloom of civilization – two lives from one stem.
Yet early on, those humans were divided by race,
religion and color!
Humans imposed on themselves the marks of race,
religion and color.
We never came to this Earth to trade peace
or bargain with humanity.
Our roots grew from the truth that โHumans above allโ.
We were born from the deep love of two human beings.
Humanity is supreme, humanity is truth – let the world
be equal and whole.
Under one sky, destruction answers nothing with heroism.
We seek friendship and peace – no more jealousy,
hatred or war.
The moment calls for global humanity
and universal brotherhood.
Erase borders; this is not my country, but our Earth.
Now is the time to let the white doves of peace cross every sky.
ยฉยฎ Sarwat Zabeen Lubna
37.
Poem: “I Will Devour Your Lips Until They Calm”
Poet: Najib Al-Khulani
From: Yemen.
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
Let me devour those lips that kept me sleepless,
Not to eat them, but to dwell in them, so they may calm.
That lower lip.. a borderline between madness and paradise,
I want to stand upon it long, until I forget how to return.
I will kiss you not as a kiss, but as a confession,
I confess in it that all women before you were merely training in forgetting,
And that you alone are the remembrance.
Let me melt into your upper lip,
There where perfume trembles before it becomes a kiss,
I will taste you slowly.. as one who reads a verse, not one who drinks water.
I want to seal myself upon your lips until all the noise of the world goes silent,
Until your fear goes silent, until your pride goes silent,
Until nothing remains in this universe but the sound of our kiss breathing.
I do not want to possess your lips, for possession is death,
I want to make them my homeland,
To enter them as a refugee, and leave them as a martyr.
Come, bring closer those lips that master the art of seduction,
Bring them closer, so I can show you how a hard man
Turns into a child weeping from sheer ecstasy while praying upon two lips.
I will devour them until they calm,
And they will calm.. when they know there are no lips after them, nor before them,
Except your
ยฉยฎ Najeeb Al-Khawlani
38.
Poem: “Fiction”
Poet: Sajid Soomro
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 08 November Sunday 2026.
I may be bad at English,
but I wouldnโt
hesitate for a second
to say,
โI love you so much.โ
I may be bad
at geography,
but I would still like
to tell you that
you occupy every inch
of my heart.
I may be terribly
forgetful when it
comes to history,
but I still remember
the day I saw you
for the very first time.
I may be absolutely
hopeless at chemistry,
but I can tell you
exactly what kind
of reaction
takes place inside me
whenever I see your smile.
I may be equally bad
at physics,
but I can describe
the intensity of
the light that.
sparkles in my eyes
whenever I look at you.
I may be bad
at every subject,
but I want you to know
that I could pass
them all with
flying colours,
provided that
you were the
subject of every exam.
ยฉยฎ Sajid Soomro
Thanks all poets and readers from around the world.
