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01.
Poem: “THE HEART I DRAW”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER
From: TÜRKİYE.
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

First I drew a heart
Then, again, again
I put stars on the end
I lit up the night brightly
As if the sky was with me
Or I was among the stars
The hearts were intertwined,
The stars had merged
The roads were bright,
As we went from heart to heart
We never saw the darkness
Not even a shadow
Darkened our love
Each heart I drew
Each shining star
And the loves merged
They made us all live
©️®️ Mustafa Naci ÖZER.

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02.
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
Poem: “WAITING AT THE GATE”
From: Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

when I was small the old woman next door
mother of a fallen soldier
would sit by the bamboo gate at twilight
asking the way to the southern front

her knees rose higher than her head
her back bent like time itself
but the sound of footsteps made her stir
as if news might finally find her

years passed and she forgot many things
but never forgot to wait
her lips no longer asked for places
only murmured why he had not come

now I walk past the vast fields of poppies
tombs filled with weeds sleeping side by side
under this peaceful sky I feel the ache
the solemn weight of peace paid in full
©️®️ Vo Thi Nhu Mai.

03.
Poem: “Poet You ! “
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

Poet, can you write poetry freely?
Or do words hinder you !
The clouds in the sky,
the doves of peace,
the gentle breeze,
O the poet !
What words do you search for;
while sitting in a shop ;
With a cup of steaming tea in your hand?

The image of a young girl’s naked face and a farmer’s plow,
Can you find any new words;
In the song of a lost bird;
in the depths of the forest,
poet?

Can you find your beloved’s jewelry ;
in the blue grass flowers ;
when you touch the green of the field with bare feet,
Can you see the form of a newly bathed beauty ;
in the mirror of the river,
poet?

Those millions of stars,
holding hands with the moon,
drown in the blue of the night,
Are you a poet too;
floating in wonder in that magical glow?

Just as young leaves sway in the wind in a lazy hour,
Are you a poet too, finding words ;
in the swaying of your mind in this way?

As thousands of spring-colored flowers call for a bed;
Red and blue butterflies and black bumblebees,
Have you looked back to them,
to find the rhythm of your writing?

The rhythm of the babbling river
and the birds returning to their nests ;
when they have gone,
Do you write a poem very slowly,
at the dawn of light and darkness!

O poet !
How do you cultivate so many words,
Satisfying the heart’s sorrows ,
with the net of true ;
and beautiful imagination ?
©️®️ Afroza Jesmine.

04.
Poem: “Love”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

Love.
Is the answer
Love of self King
Love of the Self Queen

Love
Without asking
Love with feelings

Love
Energy of free giving
Timeless

Universe
Wishes
Dreams

Love
Educate the childrens to give
So as adults they will receive
©️®️ EVA Petropoulou Lianou

05.
Poem: “YOU AND I”
Poet: Praise Mk Nkhoma
From: Malawi
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

You..
A fire that burns without asking.
Me..
A rain that falls without warning.
You..
Laughter loud in a crowded room.
Me..
A silence watching from the corner.

And yet..
We found each other.
Not as perfect pieces,
But as ruins that understood one another.

You taught me love
Doesn’t always speak the same language,
But it dances to the same rhythm.
That we don’t need to match
to belong.

Your storms didn’t drown my calm.
My stillness didn’t freeze your flame.
We became shelter
One for the other
Even if no one else understood how.

We converged…
Like day and night,
Touching only for a moment,
But that moment
Was worth every wait.
©️®️ Praise Mk Nkhoma
Bio: Praise Mk Nkhoma is a young poet from Malawi whose work has reached hearts across the world. Known for writing with honesty, emotion, and depth, Praise has gained global attention through powerful poems that speak to everyday struggles, silent battles, and the beauty of being human. He has published his first poetry book and has been featured in many respected anthologies and magazines. With a voice that feels both personal and universal, Praise continues to inspire readers—reminding them they are not alone in what they feel.

06.
Poem: LIFE IS SHORT
Poet: FLOCERPIDA VILLARUEL
From: PHILIPPINES
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

Life on earth won’t last too long,
So spend it well while we are strong.
Do what is good for God and man—
Not just chase riches if we can.

Let’s fix our hearts on truth and grace,
And keep our faith in every place.
God is the source of all we see,
So give Him more of you and me.
For every gain, give thanks to God,
And seek His help when life feels hard.
Don’t boast of things you’ve come to own—
They fade like flowers quickly blown.

Stay far from those who choose to sin,
Their lies can pull you deep within.
Be wise in choosing whom to trust,
Or face regrets, as all things rust.

©️®️ Flocerpida S, Villaruel

07.
Poem: “Where Do the Echoes Go?”
Poet: Ruby Meraki Oenomel//Ruby Kaila Malhotra
From: Canada
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

. In the hush of Harlem nights, where bass lines breathe like jazz ghosts,
I asked the wind, “Dae ye ken the tune the stars hum tae the moon?”
She answered soft in a Liverpool lilt,

AUM
“Only the brave hearts o’ Glasgow dare dream that loud.”
As buzzing rainbows from Mumbai monsoon rhythms to New Orleans brass,
Strung music walks barefoot across the cobbles of Lisbon,
Tune in twirling moons each note a pilgrim, waves pin
Read, each silence tango a sermon.
They say in Cairo, oud strings know stories the pyramids forgot.
And in Kingston, riddims rise like sun from sugarcane sorrow.
Yet still I wonder—who hears the hush between harmonies?
Do echoes get lonely when the beat moves on?
In Tokyo, a shakuhachi sigh whispers of forgotten wars,
“Rain down on me”, a question curled in kigo:
“If the Sakura falls alone in Shibuya, does it still sing?”
Rome remembers operas ghazals and qawwalis rush
Brooklyn spits bars that crack concrete
Similes slinging truth slicker than subway steel.
“I rise like Bed-Stuey heat in July”
The Hurrian hymn shies
Keystrokes a boy raps under streetlight halos,
Fluted, his verses painting saints in sneakers.
In the souks of Marrakech, metaphors burn like spices
Mozart rewrites clove and cumin, truth and treason,
Chanting in churches, choirs cuneiform courts cantata
“Raindrops on rosies and whiskers on smittens”
“The heart is a lantern, ya Habibi, but even light lies sometimes.”
A wise man laughs into a lute’s wail.
Flat she hums in hexameter
“Why Why Why”
Crooning cobbled verses penned by marble mouths, dizi
Kalimba and Athens replies with metaphors in marble and myth.
Simile steps softly in Soweto,
Notes meeting “Bach to Bach”
Toha comparing struggle to storm and hope to rain.
In Melbourne, the metaphors ride trams
Street drummers silent passengers of past verses.
Buenos Aires spins a tango of tragedy and truth,
Jazz while Lagos rhymes pain with power,
So I ask you now, accordion pleats rhythm or violin
Harp you wanderer of wavelengths,
Trombone composer of chaos and calm
Look dynamics giocoso legato quarters slurs lo rhapsodize
Ragas tag music memory, or miracle?
Is it story, or spell? All lost.
When it comes to concerts, Tessitura rocks
Or just the world’s breath exhaled in E minor?
So, Anacrusis, sheets now composing orchestras by taleae
. When there’s music, art etches what notes won’t carve
©️®️ Ruby Meraki Oenomel//Ruby Kaila Malhotra

08.
Poem: “ROME WASN’T BUILT IN A DAY”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines 🇵🇭
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

Patience is a virtue, they say
Rome wasn’t built in a day
Great things take time to sway
And history’s made in a gentle way

Masons laid each stone with care
Craftsmen worked with skill and flair
Their labor built an empire rare
That stood the test of time with grace to share

The Colosseum’s grandeur stands tall
A testament to Rome’s mighty call
The Pantheon’s beauty enthralls all
A wonder that echoes through it all

Time and patience, a perfect blend
The city’s walls began to ascend
A legacy that would never end
A story that would forever transcend

The Forum’s ruins tell a tale
Of power and glory that would prevail
The city’s history, a story to hail
A testament to human will and gale

Rome’s greatness was built with each new day
A city that rose, in its own sweet way
Patience and time, a perfect way
To build a legacy that would forever stay
©️®️ Dominique Erecilla Albano

09.
Poem: “Like an Iceberg”
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad
From: Palestinian
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

I pretend to be strong
in front of my weak children,
who suffer from the displacement
and the ever-present smell of death,
who count the warplanes in the sky
instead of counting twinkling stars.
While inside I melt like an iceberg,
unnoticed in my silent suffering.

I pretend to be strong,
to show my children
that I am their steadfast shelter.
They don’t know
that I am weaker than they think,
needing protection myself
from the brutal army
and the heavy bombs,
that tear apart the tender bodies
of fathers, mothers, and children,
while I collapse like a skyscraper
and the world enjoys my tragic end.

I pretend to be strong
in front of my children,
when they get frightened
of the sounds of the rockets
and the buzzing of the drones,
when I look into their innocent eyes
and think of their unknown tomorrow,
I cry alone in the darkness,
until tears flood my eyes
and flow to the shore of the sea,
while humanity swims in Palestinian blood.

©️®️ Ahmed Miqdad

10.
Poem: “On Birthday Night Think of My Deceased Mother”
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

My mother died in the spring of blue window panes
my neat mother cleaned windows the whole morning
stop and roll tobacco with my used notebook,
stick to close properly with saliva
She tried to go backward and sit at the side of the kang
only to miss her seating and fall onto the ground
having a stroke spread like the smoke circle
in the middle of the room
She died in the spring of shade turning into a pool
sunlight in the courtyard closes their eyes to willow leaves
after my father passed away, my mother often stayed up
intending to exhaust herself, longing to be with my father
My neat mother, early years in Yichun
I would help her wax the floor of red paint
too slippery to walk on in socks
so we slid along joyfully, for years
my mother seemed to belong only to myself
in high fever, my burning face attached to her back
in a coma hear her fragrant heartbeat
I can’t remember her looks
at times, as my eyes blackened with weary
as if from a solitary deep well
ripples her smiles, with orphan’s depression
and perseverance, transform and disappear with the bits of sunlight
My mother exists in a space floating with images
I can’t take her back, the giant clock hanging from the sky
no needles, pendulum fleet over the land
driving away those shy souls
My mother is a pretty girl
but I only remember her looks of old age
©️®️ Ma Yongbo

11.
Poem: “THE POETS’ VOICES”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

We called: Stop ruines and conflicts!
Nobody likes such terrible delics.
We like the world to be a reall paradice,
Not anymore crash and unecepted tragedies!
So many women and children among flames,
But invadors are doing games…
Our voices were ignored…
They don’ t have that right,
Who nowdays can protect inocent people and human’ s right!!!
©️®️ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri

12.
Poem: “peace on my earth”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Vancouver Island, Canada .
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

I wish the words I wrote could bring peace among the people
I wish I could make a difference in
how we think I guess if that were possible
I’d be the maker of this planet Iam only a lowly human
I can’t even control the people all around me myself is suspect too since
I change my mind so

frequently
we are strange animals we cry and how
l about justice for all then we turn it around and hate our
neighbors with all this said
I wonder why I feel so unsatisfied about how the world is going I
want to look around find kindness everywhere
I want lovers to love I want children to be treated
by their parents like the precious gift they are if
I could make a dream come true I’d dream of
peace for me and you for
©️®️ Mary Garde.(mkap)

13.
Poem: “Summer Melody”
Poet: Moammer Alsufyani
From: Yemen 🇾🇪.
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

We chase time in every place,
and it laughs from the tomb of humor.
Oh, my rebellious steps, let me live today in peace and
leave tomorrow to God without a name.
Certainly…
the great lie will die, and from a prayer,
my mother’s joy will be reborn anew.
By the hand of excellence, the staff of time will break.
No matter how much the heat provokes me,
I will remain the obedient servant to myself,
performing ablution with distant light.
And the rain will visit me from her hands in the summer.
©️®️ Moammer Alsufyani

14.
Poem : “All around anarchy”
Poet : Prabir Kumar Rath
From : India near Kolkata
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

State, states straight strength,
Dark dances, dearly dance.
Rule, roles, round rigorous
world, wildly, watches us.

Making myself, mockery most
. using, useless, ugly pose.
Speech, spats, softly source
. rubbish, rage, for rough Rose.

Anarchy, anchors all the while,
. jolly jokes job profile.
Highness holds, hollow hopes
. Therein, therefore, those tops.

Boss, barely, before is,back
let’s uproot anarchy, for own shake
©️®️ Prabir Kumar Rath

15.
Poem: “EPILOGUE”
Poet: Ivan Pozzoni
From: Italy
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

In my eyes marred by scars
you see anger, urban toxic waste, glasses of hemlock, sea urchins
with quills dipped in alkermes,
stress, cuba libres diluted in acetylsalicylic acid,
a contract, very lucrative,
as an underpaid manager.

In my scarred eyes
see sober toasts
to recurrent, scalding defeats
kebabs in French border towns,
immortal notoriety in blind magazines,
frustrated desires of cruel adolescents,
songs of love and anarchy
(almost always in life, of anarchy),
different souls cyclotimically
in divorce, or in chiaroscuro.

In my eyes marred by scars
i see bars, chains of filthy toilets,
assaults of albino rhinoceroses
against headhunters drunk on cocaine or beauty,
leprous skies of the Milanese hinterland,
blasphemies of disappointed warehouse workers
by life and distribution logistics,
harem feelings, vodka and marinated mussels.

But, in my scarred eyes
finds blood, he who dies
finds tears, he who weeps,
finds wine, he who is thirsty,
finds love, who does not flee.
Goodbye.
©️®️Ivan Pozzoni

16.
Poem: “PEARLINES”
Poet: Ramachandra Rao Nanduri
From: Hyderabad, India .
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

6)
Happiness isn’t somewhere away
Just that one’s desires hold sway
Essentials earned extras are yearned
Graced by reality peace fills the day.

7) Grieving for the dead a wasted deed
Serves none those gone remain gone
Aid the living spare them some bread
Life breeds life little kinship shown.

8)
In the gloom of deep dark clouds
A star shining bright enlightens me
In pouring rain and weaving winds
A swaying little bloom enchants me.

9)
Ruffed by a trump aces lay waste
Tested by times we taste chaste
A loose rope walk , life’s ever a strife
Hope still time will deal a better brief.

10)
Like a parched earth gobbling drops of rain
Let words of wisdom sink into one’s brain
Rainbows and butterflies are rarely seen
Let life be enriched by occurrence’s fortine

11)
Lines in palms indicating fate? May be yes ,maybe a no
Labouring hands will brighten the future, we all know
Arid lands promises good crop ? Ever a no
The brightness of stars warms us not, we all know.

12)
Today stems from yesterday and so on every day
Yesterday’s learning should act as today’s inspire
Lessons ignored will only hurt one some day
For those who care life’s a constant spire.
13)
Up to a challenge a man must bravely stand
Dare self to excel and emerge smiling grand
Pit falls be many needs one to deftly progress
It’s for one to build strong will and able prowess.

14)
Uncertain is the life of tomorrows’
Can’t rerun be made of yesterdays’
Today this moment is in our charge
Righteous use brings bright change

15)
Eternal’s the child in me seeks love and laughter
Feelings all fraternal friendliness not to falter
Dead the soil mingles us all yet as foes we fester
Pauper or Prince we end here taking nothing after;
©️®️Ramachandra Rao Nanduri

17.
Poem: “MIRROR SONG: A DUET OF HOPE”
Poet: Emmanuel & ĀMÃ.
From: Osun state, Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

Emmanuel:
O mirror,
What have you seen?
What truth do you hide in your glass?
Tell the land about this barefoot boy,
Wearing torn clothes,
Holding a cracked old briefcase,
But dreaming of more.

ĀMÃ:
A boy stands before the glass,
Tattered clothes, bare feet that pass,
Through dust and dirt, through life’s cruel maze
Yet in the mirror, lies future days.

Emmanuel:
He stands
In the middle of dust and dry winds,
Where houses are made of mud
And hope feels far away.
But look into his eyes,
You’ll see the future staring back.

ĀMÃ:
A suit so fine, a brand new briefcase,
Polished shoes, elegant pose
With big dreams
The reflection shows a noble grace,
A man of vision, poised to grow.

Emmanuel:
He has no shoes,
But he walks with purpose.
He has no money,
But his heart is rich with courage.
He doesn’t speak much,
But he listens to dreams.

ĀMÃ:
The glass divides—two worlds apart,
Reality and dreams, a tender heart.
The boy’s gaze glows with hope’s pure flame,
A vision clear, though none yet came.

Emmanuel:
O mirror,
Is he just a poor child?
Or a great man waiting to happen?
Look again!
Those feet will walk into big rooms.
Those hands will carry ideas,
Not just briefcases.
ĀMÃ:
In silence, he plants the seeds of fire,
Each step forward fueled by desire.
He sees not what is, but what will rise
Not the broken wall, but open skies.

Emmanuel:
That hunger is not for food alone;
It’s hunger for change,
For a better life.
Don’t call him poor.
He carries treasure in his mind.
Don’t call him weak.
He is building strength in silence.

ĀMÃ:
The mirror whispers: He’s more than seen,
A soul unfolding, bold and keen.
From ashes, he crafts his throne of grace
A masterpiece formed in a hidden place.

Together:
He doesn’t see what is;
He sees what can be.
Not the scars of now,
But the stars of tomorrow.
And when he finally arrives,
When he wears the suit his dreams designed,
Let the world remember:
Dreams don’t need shoes to walk—
They just need someone to believe.
©️®️ Emmanuel & ĀMÃ.

18.
Poem: “MEMORY OF YOURS !”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

Symphony of your words in dark nights
Makes me stand before a desolate den
See if you find me ,plain and unadorned
My heart is all unkempt and unnoticed
With nothing but the memory of yours
If anything sparks in your heart today
Give me reason to come for all these
Yet let me ask you to forget tomorrow
Here I am lost with my mind and words
Do look at me if you can feel likewise .
©️®️Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.

19.
Poem: “BROKEN WINGS”
Poet: Aminu Femi Jamiu
From: Nigerian.
Primelore Published Date: 24, June, Tuesday . 2025.

I’m the Eagle
With broken wings
Alone in my eyrie
Singing my songs
For trees to echo
And nature to set me free

I keep flapping my broken wings
Yearning at the twinkling Stars
Chirping at the beaming Moon
But the wind ceases to move
And Joy deserts my soul
Hovering in clouds
Oh! How I long to flee
To swim and skate
Dive beyond the gravity
But with my broken wings
I shriek in baleful notes

Oh! Day
Where is thy Sun?
Oh! Night
Why are you so scary?
Oh ye! Raven
Tell the Vulture I’m broken

In need to sail the sky
And soar higher again
To heaven’s heart
Hoping, time will mend
And stitches my broken wings.
©️®️Aminu Femi Jamiu

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