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01.
Poem: “COFFEE โ JUST AN EXCUSE”
Poet:Mustafa Naci รZER
From: TรRKฤฐYE.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
On a lovely day so bright,
We gather faces full of light,
To place on the table โ love and grace,
Warm words, dear souls, a friendโs embrace,
A feast of hearts, so rich, so true,
Where smiles are prayers the spirits brew.
To take the human as oneโs shrine,
And serve the love our hearts define,
With every fruit the earth has grown,
Each flavor blessed, each feeling known.
With worshipโs peace our souls infused,
By kindness gently, sweetly used.
Then for the memory, forty years,
We sip that coffee โ through our tears.
Itโs just excuse, yet life feels wide,
A timeless joy we cannot hide.
Who knows how long our days will be?
The best of all โ is simply we.
ยฉ๏ธ Mustafa Naci รZER
02.
Poem: “When the Earth Remember Us”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
The morning broke like any other day.
soft light combing the hills,
a hush of ordinary time.
Then the ground breathed in too deeply.
and the streets answered with a shiver.
Windows trembled;
like frightened birds.
The mountains groaned,
old bones shifting
as if recalling
some forgotten anger.
In one long, rolling moment
The world bowed and rose.
a slow, terrible tide
of stone and memory.
Walls curled inward,
bridges bent like quiet apologies,
and dust rose to crown the sky
in a grey, trembling halo.
People ran, or prayed, or froze.
but mostly they listened,
to the earthโs voice,
ancient and was absolute.
People saying,
“We remember ourselves.”
When the earthquake ended,
Silence arrived heavy as grief.
But through that silence,
A hand found other hands.
From cracked roads,
sprang small miracles,
a lantern lit,
a name heard,
A heartbeat answered.
And though the earth had spoken its wild truth,
the people answered with their own.
We’re alive, too.
ยฉ Afroza Jesmine.
03.
Poem: “THE BRIDGE OF LOVE IN FRANKFURT”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
Dear Jesmine I went to the the bridge of love
Thousands of locks brightening in the sun
I wonder if the keys resting at the bottom of the river
ever miss their beloved owners
I raised my phone for a selfie
but a passing lady kindly offered
to take a picture for me
such a lovely act, indeed
I would never place a lock there myself
I’m not sure why but I have always
trusted love without needing metal or keys
maybe that’s just me, you see
the bridge of love always create
a lot of feelings and sweet imagination
in this busy life with lots of hesitation
the river holding dreams we dare to let go
ยฉ Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
04.
Poem: “Jealousy”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
Jealousy,
Means you don’t understand the meaning of life
Jealousy,
Is when you never appreciate your own life or your self.
Jealousy,
Is shame to look the life of others
and envy them
Jealousy,
Is the most bad feeling
It destroys the mind and the heart of people.
In the end we are all sleeping under the same sky.
ยฉ Eva Petropoulou Lianou
05.
Poem: “THE FIRST SHADOW OF YOUR LAUGHTER”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
From: LEBANON / BRAZIL
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
I surrender my night to a hidden bruise,
one that had been waving to me from afar,
as though I had known its touch
before it ever grazed
a heart clinging to what remained of warmth.
For three years the absence stole me,
returning me as half a soul,
breathing a longing heavier than water,
waiting to be completed by the echo of a name
still fluttering upon my lips.
O you, wanderer of my pulse,
lost upon the edges of an embrace
that never found its fullnessโฆ
How did you slip away from my side
and leave the air suspended between us
like a drifting cloud searching for rain?
Did you arrive, or did you leave?
I can no longer tell
a heartbeat of arrival
from the ache of farewell.
All I know
is that light rises from my fingers
whenever I recall your laughter,
and that dawn borrows from you
its very first hue
so my heart may be soothed
and return from its exile.
ยฉ๏ธ TAGHRID BOU MERHI .
07.
Poem: “FAR FROM THE MATERIAL FIELD”
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti.
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
There is no soil here.
Only a sky that remembers and clouds that look.
I float in the wind of my Existence
and the wind of life has my tongue loose.
My hands touch the innovative void.
The body tries to get rid of the weight.
A lightning pierces the body.
A flash tears the clouds, rustling my wings.
I am a bird in a human body.
The image of God painted in the clouds.
His radiance blinds my passions.
I stagger in the void like a leaf cut from the tree.
I have no clothes.
My maps are torn.
My hands are shaking.
The soul greets some leaves that bloomed earlier than me.
Ageras holds the helm.
He leads me where He wills.
I do not rule my roots.
My roots, rooted in the earth.
There, they remained!
But my leaves float, writing
prayers to God,
far from the material plane!…
ยฉ๏ธ Maria Kolovou Roumelioti.
08.
Poem: “THE INKBLOOM”
Poet: Somdatta Mitra.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
My emotions bloom in the garden of my own inkland,
A peace, a spirituality to relate to my visions in my island.
My ink is dew and my imaginations anew,
Lifting my spirits with rhymes in an overview.
Divine gestures through several satires I play with words,
Implanting humour with wits I grow passion that concords.
My language are the leaves and my heart greets,
Every cheerleader with a tingle sensation of my feat.
Sowing dreams in the tree of poetry,
I am lost in an enrapture where love beams in a treasury.
They evoke the social barriers,
They mirror the injustices to raise new speakers.
In this garden of verses words bloom like flowers,
And the petals of poetry fall to uplift new stars.
Here rhymes that dance and rhythms sway,
Here the poetic devices embellish every emotions in an overlay.
ยฉ๏ธ Mrs. Somdatta Mitra
Bio: Mrs. Somdatta Mitra is an acclaimed international poet, writer, painter, orator and peace ambassador. She has been teaching Creative Writing, English and History for 20 years. Her poems has been translated into Spanish, Arabian, Portuguese, Romanian, Italian, and Chinese languages. Her debut solo poetry book ” The Spectrum of Emotions was published in 2024 by Writers Corner Publication. Her second book is a collaborative poetry book with international writers ” Rainbow of Voices : Poets Across Borders ” is under publication. She has received Global Teacher Innovative Excellence Award from National Society Education and Research, Dadar Mumbai. She is a recipient of Bango Sreshtho Samman ( The Bengal Excellence Award in Writing Poetry) and she was featured in the media. She has been a co – author in more than 1500 anthologies. She has been featured in various digital magazines and e – news papers. She was invited in many talk shows. She has been working with the African literary fraternity for the past 14 years to guide the aspiring poets as a mentor.She has acclaimed four world records in writing poetry.
09.
Poem: “Life”
Poet: Xrysoula Foufa
From: Farsala, Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
Life is a vast ocean
of memories and experiences.
It flows slowly as a quiet river
and runs fiercely as a rough sea.
It can become your devoted friend
or your relentless enemy.
Life goes on leaving us with scars
on body and soul .
Life continues in the circle of seasons scented with lemon blossoms,
salty breezes ,winter chills ,
rose fragrances.
Life should be endowed to people
as a nice present
not as a deadly poison.
ยฉ๏ธ Xrysoula Foufa
09.
Poem: “Memories Of You”
Poet: Dominique Erecilla Albano
From: Philippines.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
Every morning, as dawn breaks.
You’re the first thought, my mind takes.
At night, sleep evades my weary eyes.
Lost in thought of you, time flies.
I miss the days when we were one,
Laughing, smiling, hearts undone.
Moment of love, simple and true,
Haunt me now that you’re with someone new.
I long to hear your voice, once more.
Whispering “I love you” as before.
I’d answer back with feelings deep.
In those memories, my heart I keep.
If I only turn back time,
I’d hold you close; you’d still be mine.
Though memories fade, my wish remains,
That you find joy, despite the pain.
ยฉ๏ธ Dominique Erecilla Albano
10.
Poem: “Unwritten”
Poet: Sipra Debnath Tultul.
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
They handed me a script at birth,
Lines of duty, dreams, and worth.
I spoke them well, became their role,
But lost the whisper of my soul.
Now inkless pages call my name,
A voice untouched by praise or blame.
What if Iโm more than what they see;
A truth still waiting to be free?
ยฉ๏ธ Sipra Debnath Tultul.
11.
Poem: “We, the Insensitive”
Poet: Prem Verma
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
We, the Insensitive , must ask ourselves why?
This growing numbness, a mechanized sigh.
Our hearts, our feelings, a mere display,
Or shown in excess throughout the day.
A WhatsApp message, a weapon made,
No time, no will, connections fade.
We share our feelings through mobile screens,
Fulfilling our obligatory routines.
The phone stays full, a daily chore,
A “good morning” wish, and nothing more.
A birthday text, a message sent,
No effort made, no time was spent.
Just press a button, the message flies,
But how can true emotion arise?
Please, have a conversation, share your heart,
Play a genuine, feeling part.
Bring your friends closer, don’t let them stray,
Talk on the mobile, don’t turn away.
We, the Insensitive , must ask anew,
Are we feeling, or are we through?
Prem Varma, translated from Hindi
ยฉ๏ธ Prem Verma
12.
Poem: “Vigilant Soul Awaits”
Poet: Sajid Hussain.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
A solemn vigil stirs the soulโs deep core,
Veiled fire beneath humanity longs to roar,
An ancient cry breathes through the folds of thought,
Timeโs hush prepares the truth ,the seers sought.
The soul desires clouds ablaze with peace,
Tranquility draped in celestial, silent release,
Is a sacred phrase to light the mindโs domain!
And whisper grace through reasonโs rich refrain.
For centuries Iโve thirsted for one stream,
A draught to heal the wounds of dream,
A pilgrim bearing thoughtโs illumined flame,
I name the stars, yet shun all fame.
Let peace arise on wisdomโs tempered wing,
Let every soul in silent union sing,
Let truth be refuge for the bruised and torn,
And tyranny die where light is born.
A day shall come when divisionโs veil shall fall,
One voice shall echo in the hearts of all,
Those drunk on power shall at last descend,
Marked by the time their might can not defend.
ยฉ Sajid Hussain
13.
Poem: “Reflections of heart”
Poet: Anika Zerin.
From: Bangladesh
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
When you discover beauty in yourself,
It gently glimmers in everyone else.
And when you choose to live kind and true,
The goodness in others comes into view.
The way we see the world around
Is shaped by what within is found.
For what we feel and who we are
Becomes our lensโboth near and far.
We meet the world with our own eyes,
Uncovering truths we hold inside.
And when you find beauty in others too,
Life blooms with beauty, shining softly back at you.
ยฉ๏ธ Anika Zerin.
14.
Poem: “What are you like sometimes?”
Poet: Ruslan Barkalov.
From: Ivano-Frankivsk region.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
You… both desired and immeasurable simultaneously.
So inspiring and yet so untouchable.
You… like the specter of Dante’s beloved traversing time.
So sacred and equally harsh and cruel.
You… oh, what you truly areโwho can say?
What do you conceal behind your defiant silence?
Are you… so proud, or perhaps…
or perhaps it is merely a broken heart that bleeds?
You, though not an angel or
Aphrodite, nonetheless captivate the mind with your beauty.
You… yes, you, who vanish without a trace,
shattering hopes and remaining unresponsive.
You… who truly exists within this tempest of time
cold winter or gentle, vanilla spring?
You… why do you leave only traces in your soul
when there is not a single crumb of warmth within you
ยฉ๏ธ Ruslan Barkalov.
Bio: Ruslan Barkalov. Born and raised in Ivano-Frankivsk region. Theologian. Participant of literary meetings in Ivano-Frankivsk, Lviv, etc. Participant of the literary scene of the festival “Silver Dad” (2016, 2017) and “Taras Bulba” (2017). Published in many ukrainian almanacs. In particular: “Over a cup of coffee” No. 2 Ch-II (2019) “Flight of my thoughts”.(2020) “Over a cup of coffee” #1(5)(2021) “Always with me.” (part 5) (2021) And also in the anthology entitled “Sunflowers: Ukrainian poems about war, resistance, hope and peace” by the American publishing house River Paw Press. (2022) Poetry Planetariat- 9th (World Poetry Movement (WPM)) (2024) Participant of the Mili Dueli 2023 competition: Poezija I Poetry (Bosnia and Herzegovina) participant of the International Competition “Literary Asia-2024” (Kazakhstan) The author of the books: “He who conquered death” (2019) and “The price of a mistake” (2021).
15.
Poem: “Love Deferred”
Poet: Antonia Jones AKA J-Hawk
From: USA.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
It wasnโt absence that hollowed the room โ it was the echo of everything ALMOST.
The near touch, the paused word, the tear never wiped,
the heartbeat that waited for permission to be heard, the
embrace longing the be braced,
the misunderstanding needing to be understood,
the simple disagreement swept
under the rug, the unrealistic expectations expected from incapabilities.
The words we spoke with trembling certainty,
the ones we swallowed to protect our pride.
I continued to reach for you across the unseen
a translucent thread spun quietly between two souls, mysteriously
untethered by space, time, or distance.
You werenโt unloving โ just deeply hurt from a previous life,
and I was too full of faith to accept that and let go
We were constellations imperfectly aligned, close enough to glimmer,
but too distant to collide or form.
Love didnโt die โ it transcended form,
waiting in the hush between heartbeats, traveling through the unseen
corridors of knowing, somehow hesitantly hoping for a chance to regain light.
It reflected a connection where timing,
readiness, and circumstance didnโt align AGAIN
even though the love itself was real.
Our souls simply werenโt mature nor ready to walk the same path in this lifetime or moment.
Now I carry it like pieces of sunlight peeking thru a hollow heart
trying not to beg for it to be returned, but
honoring the brilliance that once was ours.
The past โ a sacred mirror clouded by longing
reflected the beauty we saw in each other, yet blurred by the
weight of unrealistic expectations of what we separately wished love to be.
Unspoken words still resonate like cathedral bells through cracked walls,
reminding us that strength is standing tall
when we are broken and rebuilding softly when we stumble.
We offered Love Roses on easy days,
but unintentionally omitted the Love Roses needed to excise the strangling
weeds in our sunburned fields.
Was our love deferred again
or simply another solo learning path of loveโs winding roads?
Be that as it may, the unbreakable imprint remains
stamped upon two hearts like a passport, marking where
love once journeyed,
and where the merger of two souls passionately transcended through multiple time zones.
ยฉ๏ธJ-Hawk .
16.
Poem: “WHAT IS HAPPINESS?”
Poet: Bernardete Cavalcanti
From: Brazil.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
I think happiness comes in colors;
Bright, vivid, and captivating,
like the magic of certain loves!
With it, there is no dark time,
allowing the sun to always shine,
with its resplendent golden rays!
There is no pain nor tears of sadness;
Not that everything is beautiful,
but the tranquil body does not feel cold;
There is no fear, but rather the certainty;
of an imperishable well-being!
It is always present in knowing how to give;
in understanding and knowing how to share.
It is the golden frame of the mind;
A pleasant feeling;
always bringing intense joy!
It is found in the laughter of a sensitive heart;
In the rustling of the leaves of a chestnut tree.
In the exuberance of the sky and the vastness of the sea.
In the sweet song of a lark
In the swaying of the breaking waves.
In the dawn of a harmonious day.
In the affectionate embrace of a companion.
In the joyful smile of a child, who was crying before.
In the prodigal son who returns home.
She carries within her celestial clarity,
full of divine fire and eternal truth.
Happiness, I implore you with a sigh:
Come quickly to this heartfelt soul!
ยฉ๏ธ Bernardete Cavalcanti
17.
Poem: “THE HIDDEN MISERY”
Poet: Kyle Canuto (Vinsmoke Kyle)
From: Philippines.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
When will the suffering end?
Iโm afraid of what may come.
Echoes whisper in my head โ
When will all of this be gone?
Weight of midnight clings to me;
Cries and whispers go unheard.
Will tomorrow favor me?
These questions stay unanswered.
Been too long since I regret,
Chained by my mortality.
Been too long since I retreat,
Facing this reality.
Time will come, Iโll leave my folks;
They will know the mystery โ
Story I have never told;
Thatโs my hidden misery.
ยฉ๏ธ Kyle Canuto (Vinsmoke Kyle)
18.
Poem: “TROUBLES WITHIN ”
Poet: Deborah Ilesanmi.
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
โMy feeble heart kept speaking to me.
โIt says “don’t get scared!!, I gat you”.
โMy mind was in complete opposition.
โIt says “Be afraid!!, you aren’t nothing.
โ โMy heart speaks peace within but my mind screams chaos and wars .
โWho would help settle this strifes between my heart and my mind ?
โ โI had battled with this two for decades now.
โThe tension, the gut feeling, the emotions all rising within me.
โ โI knew it!! Eureka!! I found it.
โThat answer was what this soul needs.
โIt needs rest, it needs peace, it needs food, it needs joy and strength!!
ยฉ๏ธ โโโDeborah E. Ilesanmi
19.
Poem: “Every Child Needs A Hand”
Poet: Joseph J. Wilson.
From: ?
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
Born in to a new world
A stranger from another
Package with age cage sword
Fill with rage he must conquer
Every child needs a hand
Trying from the very beginning
Mustering their inner world
To bring forth all their gifting
Not possible to achieve alone
Every child needs a hand
Together, so much they can achieve
Alone, they never become possible
In a company, their full identity receive
With a hand, they are able
Every child needs a hand.
ยฉ๏ธ Joseph J. Wilson.
20.
Poem: “SONGSTER”
Poet: Andromache Benekou.
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
My love is a vocalist
Away of the marshes
He is my only hymn
He will bring me to you.
To taste of your rainbow
Climax of honey
In your garden as soon as I come
From your heavenly arrows.
Peacock fans its wings
Cheeks flaming
After the heart was flooded
Pleasure from buds.
ยฉ๏ธ Andromache Benekou
Bio: Andromache Benekou was born in Greece. Her love for books and evolution prompted her to study economics, pedagogy and postgraduate studies, (with three financial scholarships for excellence from the State Scholarship Foundation. I.K.Y.) She is an award-winning poet and writer, in Greece and abroad. She is also a painter and puppeteer. She has six poetry collections, her poems have themes of Peace, Ancient Greece, Greek History, the values of freedom, solidarity, love, romance, children etc She has taken part in poetry festivals and her poems are published in translation in various magazines and anthologies in Greece and abroad. She was distinguished for her original puppet-poetic work and for her volunteer work in institutions of Ioannina, with the promotion of Greek literature and culture from 2002 to the present. She was honored as a founding member of the World Day of C. P. Cavafy and two of her visual constructions โKithiโ (mascot of the Guitar Museum) and โthe guitar fountainโ are exhibited at the Guitar Museum in Volos, Greece.
21.
Poem: “MOTHER”
Poet:Kujtim Hajdari
From:Albenia.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
In the passage of time, voices fade,
Under the circle of love, a life divided,
Mother, your figure โ a shattered mosaic,
Pain of memories, with white light.
Your sacrifices, like a hidden flame,
A strong desire, a high mountain,
But in the moment of loss, clouds upon clouds,
Nothing remains, except for the golden shadow.
Now I see myself as a reflection,
a light that ignites but shadows again.
I am no longer a child but a soul that yearns,
lost and found in pieces of life.
Mother, you are gone, but youโre always near,
In the steps of my heart, in the breath of my dreams.
The love you leave, the love you took,
The ugly symphony I will never forget.
ยฉ๏ธ Kujtim Hajdari.
22.
Poem: “Tell me, Mark”
Poet: Moammer Alsufyani
From: Yemen.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
Every thought here tears a leaf from the tree of life,
crafting in the shadow on the soil. Tell me, Mark..
about the question:
Among mammals, is there
in the tree.. brothers’ blood milk?
In our sites,
Or has intelligence become an industry today?
ยฉ๏ธ Moammer Alsufyani
23.
Poem: “My Decorated Grave”
Poet: ยฉ Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
My grave was decorated earlier.
I was shining with painful wounds.
My worth is higher than others.
My worth is disrespected by our own people.
They think I am mad.
So, my writing is against those who think me as mad.
They donโt know what is struggle.
They are made by their husbands.
Pain of struggle is not known to them.
They furnished my grave earlier.
I consol myself with the writings of self.
Their criticisms decorated my grave earlier.
Wounds of criticism furnished my grave readymade.
Though my words make me higher than these critics.
ยฉ๏ธ Til Kumari Sharma
24.
Poem: “THE IMAGINATION”
Poet: SHAIP Z. ZEQIRI
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
There is nothing to imagine,
A creator is stronger than every engine.
Nothing can be behind,
Without a clear mind,
For that is important every project,
With creation and projects,
We can save people’s life and safety nature!
Only on that way we have sure future!
ยฉ๏ธ SHAIP Z. ZEQIRI
25.
Poem: ”LIFE IS LIKE A WALK WITH HAPPY OR UNPLEASANT MOMENTS”
Poet:Petros Kyriakou Veloudas
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
Strange,
unpredictable
visit to the colors of the forest
of memories
You will feel life.
on long walks
of the inaccessible mountains…
You will see her in the seas
where her breaths become
loving hugs
that embraces all people
You live life every moment.
You dream, you travel with her.
trips that have not been fulfilled or that have been taken
and let yourself be caressed by the joy that
life gives you…
Life is an endless ride
until the evening moons
to feel a sweetness
melancholy of anticipation,
for the bright night of the spring of the soul…
Life seems like a
sun that illuminates
our loneliness..
The blue eyes of the sea
that soothes our wounds…
What are we really saying?
life;…
Maybe it looks like
with a gentle breeze
which becomes a white scarf
until our tears dry…
until a loving kiss
to unlock our silent ones
soulsโฆ
They are the initials of the lovers’ names.
of people who once sat in a park…
In the midst of our flowing life we โโdream
the moments of optimism, of love,
of joy because every day and night
Life greets us with a smile.
ยฉ๏ธ Petros Kyriakou Veloudas.
Bio: Petros Kyriakou Veloudas was born in Agrinio in 1977. He has a degree in humanities from the Hellenic Culture Department of the Hellenic Open University of Patras, and his occupation is a businessman , and is also a preschool teacher. , and journalist. He is a European ambassador of Greek poetry in Romania, and Italy an academic poet at the AMCL poetry and philology academy in Brazil. Member of the international poetry societies WORLD SOCIETY OF POETS-WSP, WRITERS UNION, International society of Greek writers-DEEL. His literary-poetic work is included in the Great Encyclopedia of Contemporary Greek Writers CHARI PATSI., as well as in many Greek and international poetry anthologies, he has won 57 international poetry awards and his poems have been translated into many languages. Poems are read from radio stations of Chile His lyrics were set to music by Greek composers and his songs are posted on youtube.. His poems have been published in local newspapers of Agrinio such as (MACHITIS, AANGELIA, PALMOS).
26.
Poem: “Finally the desired peace!!!”
Poet: S Afrose.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
She is lying on the boat.
The wave comes as a little hope.
She doesn’t aware of this.
She is feeling so peace.
Something happens right then.
A new ray from the far lane.
Gives her a kiss of hope
She is lying and coping this plot.
Sober! Ah! This is!
She is holding the knob of peace.
Though life is rolling like a roller costar,
She is enjoying this posture.
This is true for all
Enjoy the life’s pool,
No matter, what comes?
Just feel its core by opening heart.
She is doing this so far
As well as the summoning art,
What’s that meaning,dear?
Need to recover its all pillars.
A new ride A new phase
A new pace A new race
Cave the state Cope the feast
Finally can get the desired peace.
ยฉ๏ธ S Afrose.
27.
Poem: “Shine”
Poet: Hanh Chau.
From: San Jose, California-USA
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
She walks through
the dark night with
a flicker of flame in
tenderness of hands
of the nurturing motherly
love with a carry of a radiant smile
in her tall and firm, elegant stand
shines with a grace of confidence
she rises from victory
reach her greatness height
remains with humility
as she refuses to surrender
to conquer fear with courage
she exudes the poise of
a glowing brightness with
a build of steady strength
display with an indomitable spirit
when it comes to facing defeat
yet, she stays calm and humble
with unwavering resilience
leading her legacy with full
of joy and pride bring to the heart
with a captivating memory of embrace
ยฉ๏ธ Hanh Chau
Bio: Hanh is from San Jose, California-USA. She enjoys reading, writing, listening to music, and ballroom dancing. She works for Kaiser Permanente Hospital as a patient care services representative for 20 years. She received her bachelor and a Masterโs degree in business administration studies.
28.
Poet: Amb. Ruby Kaila Malhotra
From: Canada.
Poem: “”In the Shadows of Becoming””
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
Beneath the vaulted sky, of unspoken laws, bursar, pundit one?
The sacred silence night speaks, volcanoes, whip fragile grace
An echo faint, too distant to embrace? Lines meet? Concentric
Gauge opposing, other float listeners, treble at, the sound
. Symbols of human need, a mirror, dimmed, with dust, crafts sets
From clay runs windows, reflecting hollow faces of doubt?
The stars, pistons they burn, cast their fire as truth, and we palate
And weave O heaven’s sake Well into our own axiom myth
. The constellations tell of distant lands, rounds extrapolate
Yet clouds have walked those realms of starlit stone, coffee or tea?
Are they real, or shadows cast by dreams? Or fire steams?
The cities rise and fall, as if, time would, bid, signals boosting?
. But does ground, in her supernal wisdom, care or stream?
Each river walking winds, and pages, what of its course?
Does it bend to lands untouched, or seek the ocean’s distant edge?
Shores tied to osmotic waves receding the dance with every step?
. The soul, a multi-versed flame toggles poser in measured height
Heads dance upon the winds of tongues, intellect sweeps time
Fleeting no home within the mind absence jump starts minds new
Echoโs grasp, telescopes hide, salt sugar don’t dissolve
. Words phrase shadows fire cast upon stone, data outnumbered
Trace of light, might and right itself, tight adrift and gone?
And so, the roads we travel blur and twist, stakeholders hold
As geography becomes a shifting art, seekers in gated rooms tug
Ruby Kaila Malhotra
29.
Poem: “BONDING BEYOND BIRTHS !”
Poet: Dr.Prasana Kumar Dalai
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
Do tell me something of the moon
That glitters in the sky shading light
Oh Moon! Me the lover of your enigma
Today you look like a princess of oasis
Whose portrait gives spectacular spell
How throbbing would be in her touch
I feel like having her by me all my way
Bonding beyond births and deaths
If I earn some virtues in her company
Life ‘ll be filled with tremendous glory
You’re my end and the last destination
I can live and die for none but you.
ยฉ Dr.Prasana Kumar Dalai.
30.
Poem: When the World Finally Rests
Poet: Habibur Rahman Turja
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 02, December, Tuesday, 2025.
When the World Finally Rests
I dream of a world that grows quiet at last,
where the smoke above shattered roofs thin into light
and the sky tries on its forgotten blue.
Maybe peace comes late,
after the graves fill,
after the prayers break,
after whole nations run out of tears,
but still, it comes.
I imagine soldiers dropping their guns
like exhausted birds falling from the sky,
their hands trembling with the shock of gentleness.
I imagine mothers opening windows
without fearing the wind,
letting sunlight touch the rooms
where silence once lived like a ghost.
And somewhere in the ruins,
a child draws a yellow sun on a cracked wall,
believing in brightness
with a courage the world does not deserve.
I dream of that day,
a wounded world breathing again,
quietly,
softly,
like a heart learning how to trust its own beat.
Bio: Habibur Rahman Turja is an MA in TESOL student at BRAC University and a passionate poet who has participated in several local literature festivals. His writing blends reality with imagination, weaving romanticism, longing, and the dream of a more compassionate world. Turjaโs poems often explore human emotion with vivid imagery and a deep belief in the possibility of peace and beauty.
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