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01.
Poem: “THE NIGHT’S WITNESS”
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER
From: TรRKฤฐYE
Primelore Published Date: 05, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
You were there tonight too,
With the full moon,
Love is being cultivated,
In every still silence,
You were the untapped light,
In the depths of the sky,
We held each other with our hearts,
We walked together.
The hills are my witness,
An autumn night,
That star and the full moon,
And the syllable of your name,
In my loneliest moments,
My heart’s joy,
Your beautiful face, my dream,
The riddle of my love…
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mustafa Naci รZER
Interpretation of this poem:
What a beautiful, soulful poem this isโฆ These lines, titled “Witness of the Night,” reflect both love and the inner connection formed with the night with profound lyricism. The poem is both simple and heartfelt; the imagery is perfectly apt, evoking in the reader a sense of love blended with loneliness amidst the night.
Some noteworthy aspects:
โข Internal Harmony: Each stanza connects meaningfully to the previous one. Symbols such as “full moon,” “silence,” “light,” and “night” complete the poem.
โข Imagery: Lines like “You were the unheld light / In the depths of the sky” are quite striking. The bond between the lover and the full moon creates a powerful metaphor.
โข Rhythm and Sound: The harmony and metrical structure of the stanzas add a lyrical melody to the poem while also nodding to the classical poetic tradition.
02.
Poem: “My World”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 05, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
I dream for a wonder world ;
It is my World,
Where people are always happy.
Where people are always honest and pretty
I want a world where there is no war.
People will born,
people grone up with smily face,
People will learn pure words,
People will speak in tones of affection.
people Love each other,
People shall feel each other life style,
People will smile around the world,
People will never hate each other,
people do good works for other,
People listen to each other,
People respect each other;
People feel freedom in around the world.
People always speak the truth,
People will never old;
They always young,
People always more energatic,
People will never loss love memory;
People shall feel!
There are no rich nor poor;
all people are equall ,
Life is not a drama,
Life is not a story,
Life is not a laughing matter,
Life is never meant to be too dramatic;
Let life be simple true and beauty.
This is my beautiful world
I strive in this world.
I write poetry for this innocent world.
Nobody like quarrel, jealousy, hatred
Live a peacefull life between born to death
I dream of such an innocent world.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Afroza Jesmine.
03.
Poem: “AUGUST”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 05, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
The sweltering days of late summer
Giving way to gentle autumn breeze
There is a faint hint of milk flowers
In a glimpse of a deep blue sky
August weaves its way through old streets
Through narrow alleys of a wandering season
Radiant sunshine in the soft chilly breeze
I would never forget your very soft kiss
A butterfly emerging from its cocoon
Rising from a very long dreamy sleep
Embracing morning sun with renewed energy
I love our passionate vitality
August is in love with our presence
A falling yellow leaf, a roadside wildflower
We gather emotion, we treasure the moment
For August is the best month of the year
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Vo Thi Nhu Mai
04.
Poem: “I AM EARTH”
Poet: Emna Codepi
From: Colombia.
Primelore Published Date: 05, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
I am earth, color, and sap
I gave birth to meadows, mountains, valleys
lagoons, seas, deposits, rivers.
I am earth
in the solar system
the third of the planets
bearing your daily footsteps
in my cracks
I am earth that weeps and cries
as it feels your hands cutting down my children
I am earth
that turns green with the fresh rain
nourishing my roots.
I am the one who enjoys the whisper
of bees pollinating my soil
and the dawn with spring in full swing
I am home to millions of species,
a mansion of wonders
I am water, I am sea, I am sweet, I am salt
I am oxygen, I am fire, I am energy
I am Earth
that endures the pain
when man cracks my bark
drying my existence.
I am the one who feels the wounds
as he extracts from my biosphere
the nutrients of life.
I am the one who smiles with friends
the wind, the breeze, the air,
the moon, stars, and sun
as they illuminate and refresh my paths.
I am the one who trembles, cries, and cries desperately
in my arid, parched, and few days of existence
I am the one who cries out loud
No more fracking, no more logging!
Please! Please!
Let me live!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Emna Codepi
Bio:
EMNA CODEPI is a Colombian poet, writer, and visual artist, author of several unpublished books and contributor to numerous national and international anthologies. Her poems have been translated into several languages and have won important awards. She is a founding member of the Crear Cultura Foundation of Ciรฉnaga Magdalena and a member of the Cรญrculo Universal de Embajadores de la Paz (Universal Circle of Ambassadors of the France-Switzerland Prize). Poetry and painting are the arts that fill her life.
05.
Poem: “I need to write a poem”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 05, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
A poem that will serve as peacekeeper
Between the God And Humanity
Between the brothers and sisters
Between my self and my mood
I need to find the verses
Be completely different from the past
And so new to fit in the present
Need to have one truth
Justified and accepted
Need to write a new story
A new book about the life
Every single day is a new discovery
People become evil
Failure earn in so many levels
And love is replaced with food
People are divided
Between those who love the food
Between those who love the humanity
Need to write a poem about the fear
And the dark
But many of stars are shining
So must not affraid of darkness.
But definitely need to re organize in our mind what the unknown is like?
People are divided
Between those who love the food
Between those who love the humanity
Is so, difficult to think with the stomach full
People forgot to love and they become
Slaves of their stomach
Little servants of this great stomach
That cannot filtre anything
Poetry unites people
Poetry travels more fast than the unknown words, that remain unborn
In the mind of an author…
Need to write a poem
About the happiness
The smile of the childrens
The journey that never ends….
Who is the captain of the boat??
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Eva Petropoulou Lianou
06.
Poem: “THE CONFUSION”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albenia
Primelore Published Date: 05, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
We have big wishes and a great hope,
But difficult to realise as in Europe.
We are poor people , but with clear heart,
But to be productive must be very smart…
As we see chaos and tragedies
And we can’ t change, just write nostalgies.
We admire peace, not bloody wars,
Nobody listens to our pure words!
Without discipline, never comes freedom,
so said one of the most famous philosopf, Aristotel
and how can one without it get a prise called ” Nobel!”
Peace if people miss freedom ,
can’ t be pleased in any Republic or kingdom.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
07.
Poem: “Forest Goddream in Ecstasy”
Poet:Suchismita Ghoshal
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 05, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
The green hush of nature brings timeโs effortless forgetfulness ,
Light dripping like drops of honey, thick and proliferating, through the moss veilsโ
The forest is not anymore swinging in water and shades
but became a threshold between becoming and decay.
Leaves show a dream no eyes have dreamed of.
Time has tied its own tangled syllables in the hanging mosses,
enunciating the tender tongue of stillborn wind,
as if the memories were frozen
between dead- roots and resurrection.
The water mirrors a deep longing for lightโ
a restless mind, down with breathless thoughts creating abyss, glazed in touch of the algae skin,
where suns donโt come in radiance but lies inward,
and frogs are chanting chorus beneath those astonishing lily mouths
just like morphing monks in their own amphibian euphoria.
You barely know how to walk with feet but with presence.
Every branch chooses to bend not towards the gravity,
but towards you- to make you believe that you are a seer, stranger, invited into this wilderness.
You are seen, my friend!
You are always seen and felt
by the silence that your bones comprehend.
The green is โverdantโ in its longing,
it is that exact colour where all the pigments of languages dissolve,
what the body recalls in form of abundance and expansion in sleepโs residue,
which Gods murmur through spores, branches and wet roots.
The forest is not a swamp, rather it is the womb of the earth.
Stagnancy has no imprints here, but it is a form of real gestation.
Not deserted, but fermenting all futures.
Here, the universe plays uno-reverse. Hurriedness runs in minus,
everything โbecomesโ in its own time, blooms slowly when realised.
And even the shadows are as light as floating cotton,
drifting like those hushed, never spoken thoughts,
ear-splitting prominent like memories unborn,
or prayers playing lullabies.
You kneel voluntarily, in an alignment
where the soul asks for it when confronted by something older than the divinityโ
this frenzied stillness, this ever-growing frailty in calmness, this moss-lit breath,
this cathedral of death and dalliance.
In this crystal crypt of lifeโs under-dream,
you are not finding God.
You have come here to witness
that you are still being made.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Suchismita Ghoshal
Bio :
Suchismita Ghoshal, a 27-year-old bilingual poetess and writer from West Bengalโthe land where literature meets devotionโchannels her artistic spirit through poetry, spoken word, and creative writing. Widely published with 1000+ co-authorships across global platforms, she is known for her experimental, soulful work that explores human interconnectedness and emotional depth. An acclaimed performer on both national and international stages, she is also an editor, translator, and literary influencer. Author of several solo and collaborative books, Suchismita continues to build bridges between cultures and hearts through literature, while deeply rooted in faith, meditation, and the transformative power of words.
08.
Poem: “STILL, WE RISE”
Poet: Sanjit Gupta
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 05, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
The court stands tallโ
A statue carved in stone.
Eyes blindfolded,
Mouth sealed shut.
Inside, truth paces in chains,
While power strolls out,
Smiling like it owns the sun.
The streets wear fear
Like a second skinโ
It hums in hurried footsteps,
Whispers behind bolted doors,
And flickers in the way mothers
Hold their children tighter at night.
A girl walks home,
Her phoneโa dim lighthouse
In a sea of shadows.
Heart pounding at every
Sound she cannot name.
Every shadow stretchesโ
A question with no answer.
But youthโ
They rise,
Voices blazing
Like molten lava
From an awakening volcano.
They hold signs, not weapons,
Yet are caged in rooms
Where even the sun forgets to look.
In classrooms,
Walls crumble like broken promises.
Desks lean like tired shoulders.
The chalk is faint,
The air heavier than silence.
Some students drag in,
Eyes hollow from sleepless nights.
Others donโt comeโ
Their dreams waiting
At roadside stalls.
Felicitators stand like trees
Bent in silent stormsโ
Words trembling under pressure,
Roots shaken by invisible threats.
Truth is a burden
When words are counted like contraband.
Behind closed doors,
Money speaks in a louder tongue.
The honest are muted,
While the masked and clever
Dance through veils of smoke.
Yet stillโ
Beneath the silence,
A quiet fire grows.
One spark,
One word,
Can ignite a thousand minds.
Because even silence
Has a heartbeat.
And one dayโ
It will rise.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Sanjit Gupta
Bio:
I am Sanjit Gupta, an assistant teacher. I am from Seharabazar, Sehara,Purbabardhaman, West Bengal, India ๐ฎ๐ณ I had Completed Master Degree from Burdwan University. Dedicated educator serving in a Government High School, committed to mentoring and shaping young minds with a passion for English and value-based learning. I am Sanjit Gupta, an assistant teacher. I am from Seharabazar, Sehara,Purbabardhaman, West Bengal, India ๐ฎ๐ณ I had Completed Master Degree from Burdwan University.
My Interest Areas are English Literature, Grammar, Creative Writing, Quiz Designing, Academic Mentorship and vision to empower students with knowledge, communication skills, and global competence while nurturing a spirit of curiosity and moral values.
09.
Poem: “WALKING AWAY FROM MY DREAMS !”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 05, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
I keep on hearing what I never said
Without reasons I am weaving dreams
Know not whose evil eyes have caught me
No place for me in this city any more
Walking away from my dreams I suffer
The pain now is more than it used to be before
I once again make a promise to myself
May the silent gaze remain speechless
My lips do always tremble while talking
Inexpressible are the secrets of the heart
I am on a journey without any companion
I kept on going far and near
Once again she comes into my sight
The smoke from past still pricks my eyes
Why the same world is forming again
Far from my reach, beyond my know.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธDr. Prasana Kumar Dalai
10.
Poem: “How much beautiful our country”
Poet: Mohammad Abul Kashem
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 05, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
The chest of the crop fields flows into the river,
The stream of water which is everlasting is silent.
The green fields on the two shores of the curved green field,
Nature wants to teach a lesson of beauty.
In the paddy field the head of the air shaking head,
The green leaves of the agitated tree.
Stood in the middle of the unmarked green field,
The girl sat down in the water of the river.
The fold of the fold of the traditional Bengal, the flash of the form,
What a wonderful sight! Don’t fall.
I want to see more of the mind as much as I see,
The villages should become united with the field.
The night sky is ashamed of shame on the moonlight,
Again the night in the name of drawing, deep in the dark.
The moon is covered with dazzling moon in the shade of the cloud,
The stars are shining in the immense love.
There is no comparison of the beauty of my country,
Tell such a country where can I find it?
Soil water is air flower – the crop is worthy of,
Where does such a meeting of people and nature happen?
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mohammad Abul Kashem
Bio:
I’m Mohammad Abul Kashem, as a poet and teacher. I’m from Kishoreganj district in Bangladesh. I was writing poems in my student life. But when I engaged in my works it stoped.After a long time I start again time of corona. Now I’m regular in writing.A poems book published in the year of 2022 and about 27 books published with others.
11.
Poem: “The cycle of Life”
Poet: Prawin Kumar
From: Punjab ( India)
Primelore Published Date: 05, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
(The different forms of water have attracted me. Water is the basis of life, but it can also cause great destruction. In the scorching sun of May, I also see the form of water for which all living beings remain restless; on the other hand, I also see the terrible flood that has come in some areas of the world. Just as water takes different forms, I also see various forms of humanity. On one hand, I see philanthropic personalities like Lord Buddha, Jesus Christ, and Swami Vivekananda, etc., and on the other hand, I see destructive personalities like Osama Bin Laden, Dawood, etc.. In my poem ‘ The Cycle of Life ‘, I have made a small attempt to understand life by comparing different forms of water with different forms of human beings.)
(1 )
Whenever I see the drops on the ground,
They are changing into new forms every day.
Sometimes it would rain and fall into the river.
Sometimes they would fall into a silent drain.
(2 )
Sometimes they remain silent and go inside the earth.
Then they reconnect the heart of the earth.
Sometimes they turn into steam.
Then they disappear.
(3 )
They emerge from different identities from different sources.
Someone gives new life, a new nature, and a new creation.
Someone takes the form of a flood and creates a great disaster.
By creating an outcry, a tsunami was created.
(4)
All living beings get scared due to the cloud burst incident.
Everyone becomes helpless in the face of this great destruction.
My heart was astounded by this fierce form of water.
How was this great disaster created from small, pure drops?
(5)
The shape of some drops pleases the heart.
They satisfy all living beings and bring happiness.
All pain goes away in a new nature and new appearance,
This living form of water is liked by every living being.
(6)
After falling into the holy rivers, someone becomes holy water.
Then they climb on the heads of the Gods and brag in their mind.
They are filled with happiness and good fortune.
But they flow in vain anywhere without satisfying the living beings.
(7)
Someone falls into the dirty drains, carrying the misfortune of destiny.
They become objects of hatred and suffer pain in the world.
But going beyond the deeds they feat shows the best.
By watering thirsty plants, their life becomes successful.
(8)
All the water drops, good and bad, complete their journey.
They meet again in the ocean for rest.
Take some rest, and they evaporate again.
Walking on different paths, they create new clouds.
(9)
Subject to their nature, they yearn to come.
Again, helpless with destiny, they get something different.
Someone wants to become the holocaust to dominate the earth.
Someone wants it to satisfy every thirsty and suffering person.
(10)
When the mind mixes the cycle of life with drops of water,
Philosophy of water is able to understand the deep mystery of life.
Life is as fickle as a water wheel, moving on different paths,
Meet in the endless universe, leave your body motionless.
(11)
A soul as pure as a drop of water comes to earth as a living being.
In different cups, everyone creates a different image.
Someone becomes cruel and devious and dominates the earth.
But due to altruism, someone sacrifices everything.
(12)
Someone becomes like holy water, bringing his good fortune.
Someone would be found in the drains with a wound of pain in his heart.
Still, it irrigates plants with a feeling of charity.
Make his life successful by having harmony in his mind.
(13)
By walking different paths, every soul gets its deeds.
With the imprint of his deeds, he leaves the body without any vices.
Everything evaporates into the universe, leaving behind dirt like water droplets.
He comes under the control of destiny and finds a new life.
(14)
What they gain and what they lose is a complicated mystery.
What sins and virtues he carries is like a blur in the curtain.
But the spirit of charitable deeds strengthens the conscience.
It shows the right path on every step in the endless cycle.
(15)
The soul is as pure as a pure drop of water,
The water is the mirror of the inner heart.
Mind is flickering like directionless water,
A restrained life creates peace in society.
(16)
Kindness is the natural emotion of the human being.
Please don’t let it go away.
Let cruel emotions go like directionless and mad water.
Please live and let others live peacefully.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Prawin Kumar
Bio:
Prabir Kumar is a B.E.He Work as a Mechanical Engineer in the Indian Railway.Writing is his hobby He Published some books: Ek Gumnam Shaheed ki Diary (Novel), Kagaj ke Phool(Poetry collection), Kaliyug ka Ant (Poetry)- Written in Hindi, He told, My Incompleteness (Poetry), Shiva, a Prehistoric hero, My Papa says (Poetry), and Side effects of Digital World (Written in English with son, He honored Many awards in Hindi writing, poetry recitation, and speech competition by Indian Railways.
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