The 98th Edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. A space of poems.

01.
Poem: “Candle and Cake”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

Bright candles keep burning atop the sweet cake,
Bringing warm wishes and love to everyone.
The atmosphere comes alive with joyful faces,
As we gather together to banish all sorrow.
My heart is overflowing with the happiness you bring;
Lost in the melody, the moments become truly special.
A bright, new chapter is about to begin,
With cherished, sweet memories held close in the heart.
Blessings spread through every tender moment,
And a fresh joy blooms in a smile brighter than the summer sun.

Time becomes radiant through your virtues,
And the lamp of hope shines bright like a flickering flame.
Beloved stars spread their wings and soar across the sky,
As the dance of happiness stirs the heart and soul with the changing times.
A wondrous life awaits ahead,
Walking a vibrant path with bold, courageous steps.
Today, the atmosphere all around is bright and brimming with joy;
The joy of youth that we all share.
Dreams sparkle brightly like the stars in the night sky,
And all our aspirations soar high,
like birds in flight.

As the seasons change and years roll by,
Memories remain forever undimmed.
On this special day, may you soar amidst the sun’s rays;
May your spirit come alive in an atmosphere of friendship and laughter,
And may you open your arms wide to unfold the stories of life.
May the radiant light of blessings always be with you;
Through sunshine and rain;
Across the long journey of joy, sorrow, and adversity.
May you remain safe and secure in the warmth of love,
And may your heart stay forever vibrant in peace and purity.
©® Afroza Jesmine.



02.
Poem: “DON’T FORGET—YOU STAND ALONE”
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER
From: Türkiye.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

Do not be fooled by crowds that fill your way,
Or laughter bright that quickly fades away.
The friends you trust may leave with passing years;
At last, your heart alone will dry its tears.

The laughs you hear were never yours to keep,
Nor words that reach the soul’s unfathomed deep.
The voice within will never drift apart;
Your truest friend still beats inside your heart.

The wildflowers gathered from the meadow’s grace,
The cooling breeze that softly touched your face;
The kindly shade beneath the summer sky—
They shared your lonely days as time went by.

The butterflies you chased through fields of green,
The singing birds where quiet hopes had been;
The little lambs you stroked with hands so mild—
They warmed the lonely spirit of a child.

The ancient tree that held your weary back,
The crystal springs that danced along their track;
The ladybug that rested on your hand—
Your silent friends would always understand.

The cottage chimneys breathing into night,
The owls that broke the silence with their flight;
The winter storms, the snow on hill and stone—
All whispered that your soul still walked alone.

Must life be spent pursuing just one dream?
Must hope forever fade like a distant gleam?
The burden of the years is hard to bear;
Yet still you rise with quiet strength and care.

Though every road may one day bear your name,
Though countless eyes may praise your growing fame;
Though many voices gather by your side,
Alone you walk, with truth you cannot hide.

Remember this: the truest friend you’ll own
Is not applause nor faces quickly gone.
The dreams and feelings living in your soul
Will walk beside you, faithful, strong, and whole.

When cheers grow still and every light has flown,
When every borrowed hand has left your own,
One heart remains to guide you through the night—
Your own… forever keeping hope alight.
©® Mustafa Naci ÖZER.



03.
Poem: “more understanding “
Poet: Mary Gard
From: Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

shine a light on all who care shine a radiant
glow bring attention to the
plight of all the blight our planet shows
bring some gratitude for those who make a plan
to reach out to our fellow man and women and little children too
they need us all to join together wake up today before the end comes near many people suffering around could use a helping hand
even people helping out need support they need
all the help they can get the need is great throughout the world

starvation drought wars
are over taking people who just want to live their lives
the way humanity is supposed to be for all
mankind not just the rich
wealthy
©® Mary Gard



04.
Poem: “You Are My Toppings”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

You are my toppings
A drink without toppings is boring

You are my sprinkles
A cupcake without them looks lonely

You are my sunshine
A morning without you sleeps too long

You are my melody
A song without it is only noise

You are my laughter
A joke without it falls flat

You are my colour
A rainbow without you forgets to shine

You are my bookmark
A good book without one gets lost

You are my spark
A firework without it never begins

You are my Wi-Fi
Without you, nothing connects

You are my fries
A burger misses its best friend

You are my ice cream
Summer wouldn’t taste the same

You are my smile
Because life is always sweeter with you
©® Vo Thi Nhu Mai



05.
Poem: “Peace”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece .
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

We found inside us
We are grateful for every hard moment
Because once the tough will pass

We will be in a complete harmony with our self

We need peace of mind
We are in a transmission
And everything is going too fast

Information about things we do not need
Advice about how to react
To live
To eat
To breathe
To exist

We are in need of peace
But first we need to understand
What is Peace
©® EVA Petropoulou Lianou



06.
Poem: “A LETTER TO MY LOVE”
Poet: Jagoda Sablić
From: Croatia.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

A letter to my love
I write to you, becouse I love you.
I write to you with ink and pen,
So that our romanic love
May last for a longe time.
You are everything I need.
You are gift from heaven.
My heart trembles like the
Strings of a violin
You are nymph.
I love your name.
I kiss your dreamy eyes,
In which sadnes hidnes.
I kiss your warm red lips,
Red as cherries.
I kiss you.
You are soul of my soul
And I am not by your side,
I think only of us two.
Heart in heart,
Soul in soul,
Wings that fly together.
We are a blooming spring.
I could have said all this
To you,
But let it remain a wtiten
Trace.
This letter tells you,
How much love I have
For you.
©® Jagoda Sablić.



07.
Poem: “THE MOTHER WHO FORGOT HER NAME”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI
From: LEBANON – BRAZIL.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

Every morning, she would wake the sun
and let her fingers complete
what the night had begun—
an ancient weariness.

She planted bread in the mouths of children,
and lived on the fragrance of fullness.

Everything around her grew:
the schoolbags, the notebooks,
the shirts that had grown too small for their owners,
except for her…
She was shrinking,
like a candle that knows
burning is its purpose.

When the years had passed,
she did not hear their footsteps.
She only saw her hands
turn into two maps
of roads everyone had travelled
and then forgotten.

The rooms closed their doors,
and laughter moved away
to other homes,
while she remained,
talking to the dishes
as though they were
the only members of her family.

Every evening, she set an extra plate,
then lifted it again
as one lifts a heart’s last wish
that can no longer find its way.

One winter,
she searched the mirror
for the girl who had once arrived
in a white dress,
but found only a woman
whose features were guarded by silence.

Late that night,
she turned off the kitchen light,
but her heart remained lit,
waiting for someone to knock—
someone who knows
that mothers never close their doors,
even after everyone has left.
©® TAGHRID BOU MERHI



08.
Poem: “Past and Present Life”
Poet: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

In my past life
I was your mulberry maid in Chu
Wandering the groves, day by day, year by year
I waited—
for your carriage to cross my garden gate
for your fleeting, startled glance
One single look,
and all my reserve was cast aside
to etch my face
deep in your memory
In this life
in the hometown that feels a lifetime away
—where I plucked mulberries of old
we meet again
Through the search across time and space
I finally recall
we are lingering souls with an unbroken vow
lingering in mortal dust
to seek the shadow
of that bygone meeting
Then we pass each other by
a legend woven by fate
©® Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)



09.
Poem: “The Massacre of Language”
Poet: Latifa Harbaoui.
From: Algeria.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

Fine.!

I will bring people out of the locked boxes of my expectations,
but how will I face the world with a barren heart..?
How can I explain, through noise,
that the great machine
which ran over the garden’s guard
is innocent of the rose’s blood?!

Fine.!

I will re-formulate the map’s awareness,
and draw the forest at the center
in the shape of an anaconda.

I cling to a felled tree,
to a spoiled perfume
poured over corpses
too many for the graves to hold,

and I wave a branch of a deformed poem.!

I am the sole witness
to the massacres of language.
Isn’t that so?

They said:
the seasoned wolf
is greater in poetry and conscience,
and that angels have claws and pockets.
Fine.!

I will apologize to poetry,
because I am the only one accused —
the one who left his fingerprint on hearts
and died…
of love…!
©® Latifa Harbaoui.



10.
Poem: “A Caress for the World”
Poet: Menda Vreto
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

I would like to place a caress
on the forehead of the Earth,
as one does with a child
when they are afraid of the dark.

I would like to wipe away the tears
of those who have lost a home,
of those who have lost an embrace,
of those who walk in sorrow,
still searching for a little light.

I would like to whisper to every wounded heart:
“You are not alone.
I see you.
I feel your pain.”

Peace is not a distant word,
written only in books.
Peace lives in small gestures:
in bread broken and shared,
in a hand held with love,
in a smile given without asking for anything in return.

There are mothers who wait,
children who ask only for a peaceful sky,
people who carry within them wounds
that no one can see.

To them I would like to offer a promise:
a gentler world,
a world where no one should ever feel forgotten.

Because peace is born quietly,
in the heart of the one who forgives,
in the hands of the one who helps,
in the eyes of the one who chooses
to see a brother in another.

And so, dear Earth,
heal slowly.

We will be here,
with open hearts,
to protect your greatest dream:
to live together,
without fear,
with love .
Bio: Menda Vreto is an Albanian writer who lives and creates in Italy. She is the author of several books published in Italian, whose works have been translated into numerous international languages. She regularly collaborates with both online and print magazines, where she publishes literary articles and essays. Her work has received significant recognition. Among her achievements is the Special Jury Award in the literary competition Il Silenzio Uccide (Silence Kills), where her work was given a prominent place in the anthology. Her first book also attracted the attention of the prestigious magazine Marie Claire, which featured her extensively, recognizing both her work and her journey as an author. Menda Vreto proudly bears the surname Vreto, which is connected to the distinguished figure of the Albanian National Renaissance, Jani Vreto. She considers this family name a legacy of great cultural and historical significance.
©® Menda Vreto



11.
Poem: “Freedom of Birds”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

The varieties of birds in green trees
Though painful the sounds are there.
The peacock and it’s sound with higher voice
Just revolts to get it’s freedom of choice.
Surrounding is my joy to observe the birds and insects
The life destiny feels joys in their freedom inside nature
How friendly are the birds to bring freedom of the joy
Feeling relief with the trees and birds
Surrounded in the campus area of Singhania
Little bit fresh and can breath easily in morning of early sunshine
The lonely peacock cried with painful music of sunshine
The insects brought huge sound early to awake me around.
The little creatures become my creative phenomena
Feeling joy and healing a little bit from the natural presence of tiny creatures.
©® Til Kumari Sharma



12.
Poem: “Prayer for Today”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic
From: Serbia/Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

So much malice and evil people in the world –
they breathe.
They breathe down our necks and scare us,
they call for misfortune, they create misfortune,
make me want to cry
and make me weak insecure,
and I still smile for life.
I write poem about freedom,
love and harmony among people.
I love nature, animals and our sky,
the sky of the world of the whole
because we are under the same cap of heaven
and air we breathe sunlit by the sun.
I pray more often these days,
I pray that natural reason
for what is understood to be beautiful,
normal and healthy to
overcome all the minds of the world,
to radiate purity of heart,
souland love covers our only planet,
our house of life, world.
©® Tanja Ajtic.



13.
Poem: “Yimianpo”
Poet: Ma Yongbo
From: China.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

The long sloping ridge stretches to distant hills on high,
Old Russian buildings bear time‑stains of days gone by.
Rail tracks still hold the moonlight of the frontier land,
Woodland mist lingers thick on peaks above the sand.

A century‑old wine aroma steepens bygone dreams,
Carved painted timbers bloom with newly‑wrought bright streams.
Mountains and rivers witness tales of rise and fall,
The ancient town awaits old friends, serene through all.
©® Ma Yongbo.



14.
Poem: “Say: It Is Love”
Poet: Reema Hamza
From: .
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

My goblet, its taste shut-eyed,
and my heart
the thought of your palm.
Open your prophecy upon my covenants—
I am the bearer of wonder.
And seal with musk
the splendor of histories well-versed in weeping.
Recite to love its appointed hour:
Are not the bells of wheat-ears
Joseph’s laughter?
I hid you from the assembly of poets,
O my virgin word,
and with Surah Maryam
I caressed the palm tree of your love.
The swings,
as they speak to children,
pain me…
I never knew childhood
as joy would have it.
My father died early
and left the morning
bowed beneath the weight of a wounded orchard.
And my mother
bakes the days
without the salt of rest,
close to my silence.
A treacherous lifetime
wears the Most Beautiful Names as rings,
reviles my branch
and alters my taste.
My voice, resting in your heart,
is pure of lineage.
So come
to the intuition of lineages
stretching far through our love,
that I may prostrate in gratitude
upon the embers of rhymes.
Indeed, the soul is ever-commanding toward love,
and in the intentions of clay
the statures of roses flutter.
©® Reema Hamza.



15.
Poem: “we are the weeping spring rain”
Poet: Helen Pletts
From: UK.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

spring—dew—sorrowful. The dark ebbing waves of dew
landing and crashing on the late winter shore has wrung
late tears from us. And yet still light has such brightness,
and spring light cannot understand her own weeping.
She breaks through holes in the clouds and the rain follows
as thin grey threads
©® Helen Pletts



16.
Poem: “THE SAFETY’ S WORLD”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

The world needs to be on God’ s hand,
Only he can protect each land.

So many fires and earthquake,
Only the allmighty can give disturbers breake.
He can stop conflicts and wars,
There are not neccessary so many words.
With his really justice,
The nature can again be a paradice!
©® Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri



17.
Poem: “Who is me”
Poet: Badamasi Ismail Chikaji
From: .
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

I am that mirror reflected by ages
A soul and heart of every tongue
Who is me the question I dare to answer,in the darkness of the dim

Thread that embroiderd hopes
A maze of emotional movement
That devotion you made lost
Who is me,as endless grays.

Titled Young poet,Badamasi
Poetry is my home and root
Breath the top,a true exposer
Who is me,is yet to be discovered.

In the modiation,I whisper to bear
A generious lips that kills preys
A motivator of the vital Held
Who is me,faded for centuries.

Though the name keeps catch on
But the picture visualized in eye
Told but not seen,and the kid joy
Who is me, poetry would define
©® Badamasi Ismail Chikaji.



18.
Poem: “HE LOVED THAT GIRL”
Poet: Kujtim R.Hajdari.
From: Albania .
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

He loved that girl as fiercely as the sun,
She loved him too, an amazon in grace;
The sky bore witness to what they’d begun,
And chased them to the farthest edge of space.

She could not follow after him through life,
Though long he searched, he never found her there;
For time won’t halt on April, shore, or strife—
It trails our stories, then repeats them, bare.
On whitening hair, whole years lie down to die;
Deep in the soul: the cinders and the ache;
Though in time they loved others and passed some by,
That feeling suffered—devil’s curse to break.

Far in the west, the final sunbeams cease,
As old man’s eyes close slowly, dim and pale;
Behind the sun, one cloud, like the village girl, drifts—
He opens his eyes to speak for the last time, to her.
©® Kujtim R.Hajdari



19.
Poem: “In the Slavery of Time”
Poet: Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
From: LUTON UK.
Primelore Published Date: 11 August Tuesday 2026.

A man in today’s confusion
To the great noise of material pursuit
For luxury but at what price
Today’s scene of people watching

The media confuse people’s heads
In words full of venom and lies
People run like crazy
Stupidity is ruled without limits

Only staring at blue screens
Without knowing it, they are lost
And I could write for so long
But no one wants to read the truth

How to stop the run towards the abyss
How to pull you out of the collapse
They defend my word only
How to Resurrect You

I just want to show you the way
I can’t decide for you anymore
But stupidity holding captive
He won’t let you free yourself so easily

Author’s letter:
Until humanity wakes up,
will be slaves to the stupidity of today’s zeitgeist.
©® Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek

Thanks to all