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01.
Poem: “HER STORY IN RHYME”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Western Australia
Primelore Published Date: 12, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
AFROZA JESMINE stands in the middle of words
From Dhaka, she takes her voice across the ocean
Her poems hold the quiet strength of lived moments
She shapes each line as if tending a garden
AFROZA JESMINE works with precision
As an editor, she clears the path for stories to reveal
Her hands move easily between paper and pixel
Her touch leaves every page shining with clarity
AFROZA JESMINE moves through the networks
Facebook, Instagram, LinkedIn, Pinterest
each space becomes a canvas for her ideas
She understands the rhythm of connection
AFROZA JESMINE builds and designs
Websites open like doorways under her care
Primelore and Ghorana carry her signature
Her work is both structure and invitation
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Vo Thi Nhu Mai
02.
Poem: โLIGHTNING IN MY MINDโ
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER
From: TรRKฤฐYE
Primelore Published Date: 12, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
Who you are, what you are, where you are
I don’t know, but
You approach the edge of my mind,
Striking like lightning,
You scatter sparks,
Making my eyes a prison,
I confine you to a single point,
I’m momentarily breathless,
I silently dive into your city,
I get lost in the streets of your dreams,
Judging myself without question,
Like criminals hidden in the shadows,
I see the guilt in my life,
And with a deep sigh,
On the path traced by the sparks,
Flowing into my heart,
You fill me with your light
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mustafa Naci รZER
03.
Poem: “I said”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 12, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
I said, ‘You are a nice one.’
I said, ‘You are my only ocean.’
I said, ‘You are my pen.’
I said, ‘You love me now and then.’
I said, ‘You are a fairy.’
I said, ‘You are my diary.’
I said, ‘You are my sixth sense.’
I said, ‘You are innocent.
I said, ‘You are not ugly;
You are my lovely word.’
I said, ‘You are not cruel;
You are so smart.’
I said, ‘You are my present.’
I said, ‘Nothing is possible with your absence.’
I said, ‘You are my poetry.’
I said, ‘You are my duty.’
I said, ‘You are my heart.’
You said, ‘So what?’
I said, ‘You are a fool.’
You said, ‘Be smart and cool.’
I said, ‘Let’s love and smile together.’
You said, ‘How it is possible brother?’
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Afroza Jesmine.
04.
Poem: “Enjoy!”
Poet: Eva PETROPOULOU Lianou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 12, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
As a child
I discover the city lights
Buildings without trees
Water without fishes
The magic city I born
Was a fake town
No masters
No angels
As a child
I sing a lullaby
Every second
My life become a miracle
Hope to get a rainbow
Wait to travel with a unicorn
As Theseus make the world around
For a love
For a word that nobody understand
Filotimo
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Eva PETROPOULOU Lianou
05.
Poem: “Oh chick, my chick”
Poet: Unnikrishnan Atiyodi, เดเตเดเตเตฝ เดเตเดทเตเดฃ
From: Kerala, India.
Primelore Published Date: 12, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
I see a dream, O, a dream on your face,
Eyes look chipper, and drum on my chest!
My forty winks clarify your innocence,
Fly trap you have, open it, sing lovely songs!
Fondling voice from you embrace my soul,
You chat, I enjoy, your meticulous words.
Devouring care of mine, rapt attention,
Glued in the monitor I see only you, darling,
Agonized at times in your indifference apparent,
Our hearts clutch up, then the monitor weeps.
A chum of mine you are, open your cell-phone,
Love overflows and spreads in cyber world!
A spectrum of love! Alluring and thrilling,
A cherry like me cannot be morose.
But I lost you some where, where are you dear?
I lost the password, I cannot start the chat!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Unnikrishnan Atiyodi, เดเตเดเตเตฝ เดเตเดทเตเดฃ
06.
Poem: “Becoming”
Poet: Sipra Debnath.
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 12, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
I am not what I was before,
Each scar a step, each fall a door.
The world once shaped me, stone by stone,
Now I sculpt truth from flesh and bone.
Not perfectionโbut gentle eyes,
That see through ego, fear, and lies.
In losing all I tried to be,
I touched the root of being free.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Sipra Debnath.
07.
A Story: “Once I was frozen” Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 12, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
As a student I lived in Fichen Hous in a Student’ s Building. It was very cold but my girlfriend called me for a picnic in the nature. We were with Ursula walking along the river in that International student’ s town.
Sudenly, we saw two children playing above the ice on the middle of river.It was terrible as the ice was broken and one of the child had been sunken in the water, the other cried and run toward us. I sprung obove the ice and lied and gone to gave my hand that little child and to save his life…Fortunately the action was succesful. I saved the life of an unknown child, but we must turn as soon as possible on Fichten Hous, because I was totally wett. As we arrived at our rooms, I was frosen and lost my consience…I didn’ t know more what happend, but Ursula called Emergency ( First Aid ) and sent me tรซ the University Clinic…As I opened my eyes, there were many doctorse and nurses around me and I thought; layed as sweeming on the ice etc. it was just a dream, but really I spent three days under medical treatment!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
08.
Poem: “The Cookie jar”
Poet: Solape Adetutu Adeyemi
From: Nigeria
Primelore Published Date: 12, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
It is not an easy feat
Being away from the Cookie jar
My mouth seeks its fullness
My eyes lust for its presence
I try to restrain myself
But find my legs walking towards it
The Cookies in the Cookie jar
It will be the death of me
As my waistline grows bigger
And I fear, my blood sugar
My tummy bulges
As I cannot let the Cookie jar rest
My hands continually rummaging in it
For the tasty ,creamy and crunchy cookies
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Solape Adetutu Adeyemi
Bio:
Solape Adetutu Adeyemi is a dedicated professional with a Bachelor’s degree in Microbiology and a Master’s in Environmental Management. She is a researcher, a consultant,a passionate environmental sustainability enthusiast and a talented award winning creative writer, with her works published in esteemed journals and magazines, including Writenow Literary Journal, TV Metro, Poetry Marathon Anthology, the Guardian newspaper, the Kalahari review and the Indiana review among others.
With close to two decades of experience, Solape has excelled in various roles within the Fast-Moving Consumer Goods (FMCG) industry with varying certifications: ISO certifications (International Standards Organisation), a Basic level certificate in Spanish, Behavioural management, Mental Health, Office etiquette, Advanced Excel, Health, Safety and Environment, script writing and movie production plus Modern HR management. Her commitment to environmental causes aligns with her belief that everyone can contribute to saving our planet.
Beyond her professional life, Solape enjoys watching action movies and immersing herself in whale documentaries. She is a host, presenter, teacher, counsellor, voice over artiste, script writer, poet, and movie subtitler. Her diverse interests reflect her curiosity about the world and her commitment to learning.
Solape is a member of the following bodies: the American Society of Microbiologists(ASM), the Association of Nigerian Authors, Lagos chapter(ANA)and Poets in Nigeria(PIN)
Currently, Solape serves as the Vice Chairman of the Association of Nigerian Authors in Lagos, Nigeria, where she continues to contribute to the literary and cultural landscape of her community. Her dedication to both her professional career and advocacy for environmental sustainability demonstrates her multifaceted talents and unwavering commitment to making a positive impact in the world.
09.
Poem: “WHEN HUNGER FILLS THE AIR”
Poet: Sanjit Gupta
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 12, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
No wind here,
only smoke and noise.
The sky is a torn curtain,
stitched with fear.
Morning brings no mercy.
No bread in the ovens,
no clean water in pipes.
Children sit stillโ
their hope folding like paper boats in flood.
Mothers count grains of rice
like tiny prayers.
Fathers trade tools for flour,
while their pride
melts like wax in fire.
At night,
the engines never rest.
Metal eyes float above,
like ghosts searching
for breath in ruins.
Even now, they keep the keysโ
not for memory, but for returnโ
each one a seed
of a door yet to grow.
Each day leaves behind only thisโ
smoke curling on your tongue,
salt in the open skin,
a line for water
dragging through the dust
like a wound that wonโt close.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Sanjit Gupta
10.
Poem: “”My empty mind for justice””
Poet: Sk. Abdul Monir.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 12, AUGUST, Tuesday, 2025.
My mind was empty
Just like the vacuum of a hole
Nothing was cheered in the soul
Eyes stacked on the brutality on the street
Young bodies fallen bloodshed on the ground
Simply demanding equity on judgment for work to earn!
Green voice was for just reviewing to resettle the quota The voice was rational for appeal on judgement
Nothing was abnormal nor any illogical
Even obstructions with modern weapon
Bloodshed by the Autocrat pushed stopping the slogan!!
Young blood brushed in to fire
Nothing to compromise with dead bodies of beloved friends
Neither back foot no way to compromise
As everyone has same soul of beloved friends
Nothing can control blood-bore on the street!!
No way to demoralized with dead souls of
Thousands like Imon, Moogdha, and Abu Syed
Everyone was agreed but passing time unconscious
Fired modern Ak47 by the ruling into bloodshed
Hundreds died over time on the ground
Creates new date on the calendar as July 36
My eyes became ice-stone on watching the bloodshed
Aljazeera telecast live thunder soul worldwide!!!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Sk. Abdul Monir.
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