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01.
Poem: “YOU ARE LIKE”
Poet: MUSTAFA NACฤฐ รZER
From: TรRKฤฐYE
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
Welcome to my world, my beloved one,
You seem to have come from distant lands.
Your longing could not fit into a century,
You are like souls whose skin smells of roses.
โWelcome to my night, the one I adore,
โYou are like a light flowing in the sky.
A handful of love could not fit into space,
โYou are like the bud in my heartโs garden.
Welcome to my room, my precious one,
You are like a cloud heavy with yearning.
That salty water that wonโt fit the sea,
You seem to offer it to me with your eyes.
โI cherish even your tear I have touched,
โYou seem to have burned through fiery years.
โWhile all the branches are green and alive,
โYou seem to have perched on a dry one.
I adore the air you breathe,
You are like spring filling with one breath.
Life became water, it never stopped flowing,
You are like autumn with its yellowed branches.
โIn the arms of homeland, the one I adore,
โYou are like an angel serving honey and milk.
โIโve followed every caravan that has gone,
You are like mountains no path can cross.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ MUSTAFA NACฤฐ รZER
02.
poem: “My School My love”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
We dream of a beautiful world,
Where wrong is small and love is right.
We will learn to live in unity,
Holding hands in harmony.
We will treat each other equally,
That’s what we call equality.
Let’s build our dreams at Scholl or in the family,
We have teachers and parents, who love everyone,
Children grow up in love,
Not in hate, fear or doubt.
The beauty of peace in every eye,
No rich-poor or disabled here,
We all are free like the sky.
Here children smile innocently,
With books in their hands, not weapons,
They learn the embrace of equality,
They learn the rules of unity.
They know the world is one,
Here not division into groups or factions.
Every day at school,
We learn how to play as well as read books,
With gentle voice teacher says.
“Be kind to all, never be rude”
To treat each classmate kind and fair,
We have no envy there.
There is no difference between rich-poor and disabled in school,
We grow our life with cheerful.
Peace is when we all agree,
To solve our problems quietly,
Love is shown in what we do.
A smile, a seat, a “thank you” too.
Teacher likes us, and we love you,
Itโs not only school, but also our home too.
Teachers-students we make good relations,
Always we smile like a shining sun.
Unity means side by side,
We lift each other up with pride.
Let’s go to school and let’s come to home it’s not so far,
Peace, love and unity are friends ours.
The trees will clap, the sky will sing,
Peace will reign in everything.
Our school is our heaven,
We always smile like a flower garden.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Afroza Jesmine.
The poem “My School my love”
Dedicated to all the parents’ teachers and students in the world.
03.
Poem: “Freedom”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
Freedom,
A word
Who has all the meaning of…
This is happiness
This is harmony
This is respect
But what we do
Humans are killing humans
Humans are manipulating humans
Freedom ,
A game between two birds without wings
Freedom,
A hope inside two hungry stomachs …
Freedom,
Elefteria
A sun waiting to rise…..
In our days
In our century
We are in need of second educational system
Re write new words
Or learn the meaning of the old one
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ EVA Petropoulou Lianou
04.
Poem: “THE LANGUAGE OF PEACE”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Western Australia.
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
we met before the words began
in the serenity between two syllables
your eyes filled with the scent of another sea
mine held the taste of the rain on the village lanes
we spoke in pauses
and the pauses understood
somewhere between hello and xin chร o
a poem spreading its wings
not every sound needs translation
sometimes light interprets better than language
and when we parted
the sky kept spreading our message of peace
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Vo Thi Nhu Mai
05.
Poem: “WHITE PETAL FLOWER”
Poet: Lulzim Hajdari.
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
On the thin edge of the cape
There bloomed a white petal flower,
How it garners nourishment from the earth
And shines in the rays of the golden sun.
Strange it is, how can it be
Some flowers amid the meadows hardly bloom,
While this one on the cape stands strong against life
And others in fertile soil do not flourish.
I have heard that life is about how you adapt.
When you possess a mind that sharpens,
And when you strive with honor and sacrifice
You hold your head high and expect nothing from others.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Lulzim Hajdari.
06.
Poem: “Wounded Bosom”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma.
From: West Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
Too much wounded in the life,
Tears are becoming rivers.
Deceived in the life many times.
Becoming positive to opponents is curse to me.
The wound decorates the pain as the artist of tragic figure.
Pain and deception elaborate the life of alienation.
The unfinished blood knot deceives much than outsiders.
Their ego dismantles my mind.
Then I hug to my art of writing.
No home is established of my own.
My home of art never begs to otherโs property.
So, my struggle brings me original writing as wealth.
Me at the alienated identity stand with eye of ethics.
My huge struggle is unendurable when memory has entry to me.
My light of poetic art makes me genuine fairy of mind.
I am the sign of ethical standing.
I donโt like to insult others.
I am free in my life.
But often bosom is wounded.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Til Kumari Sharma
Bio:
Til Kumari Sharma is internationally awarded poet, essayist, story writer, reviewer, translator and so on. She has got numerous awards through writing around the world. She is a best-seller amazon no 1 poet โA Spark of Hope Vol.III, Creating a Better World, Break the Silence Vol.IIIโ. She is a featured poet โThe Poem Posse 2023, 24, 25โ and many where around the world. She is a poet in world record book โ Hyper poemโ. She has got โWorld Creative Hero Awardโ from LOANI. Anyway she is world famous author who was born in Paiyun 7- Hile, Parbat, West Nepal. Now she is in Kirtipur Kathmandu. Her portrait by Ukeme Udo is famous.
07.
Poem: “Children’ Rights”
Poet: Mehrangiz Talaiezadeh
From: Iran ๐ฎ๐ท
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
My golden sun of childhood never rose
Childhood sun never came up to cosmos
Only doll would wipe my sorrowful tears
The only beloved among my dears
Only she can talk me of my passions
Who saw my childhood hidden sorrow?
When my tearful face, was under pillow
World! who could eye my childhood on global?
Except for my speechless kind cloth dumb doll
My sunflower of childhood hadn’t grown
My spinning top of my fate never spun
I was dreaming dreamy balloon at night
Playing with my sky stars and white birds, high
Playing with cheer under the love sunbeams
Now, I’m at peace with geting childhood dreams
My orphaned heart needs the lap of mother
An warm smile with caress of the father
Schooling highly is my own fully right
Playing with high peace, without any fight
World! give me the chance of going to school
The right to play with my own childhood role
World! lullaby me with your kind cradle
I dream hopes with your motherly carol
I want to be your child in worldwide full
my desire’s the child rights and inner lull
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธMehrangiz Talaiezadeh
08.
Poem: “Not me”( Romantic poem)
Poet: Fadwa Attia.
From Egypt.
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
Not me, because I am surprised by that time,
time is strange, our feelings were lost, our feelings were lost,
we became like a machine, everything became soulless, tasteless,
colorless, every day is more difficult than the previous one,
why does love not prevail in our lives,
why do we not ignore goodness and love and search for the unreasonable,
Why, why has it become a strange time in all its meanings?
It has become a harsh time.
Concepts and feelings have changed,
interests have prevailed, and love has been lost.
Have we become in a forest, or what? I am not me.
Take me to the virtuous city of Plato,
where love, imagination, and honesty are, until I return to myself.
I am not me.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Fadwa Attia
09.
Poem: “When she is in love”
Poet: Alex Dieppe.
From: Hanoi, Vietnam.
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
The half a boy, half a man
Half a gentleman, half a lover
He is so lovely, though a bit strict
But he is understanding.
From the other side of the world
He rings in
โHow are you?โ โHowโs your life?โ
And the girl giggles
โMy boy, my life is nice, and kind, since the time I have youโ.
And life, thus
Flies by, indeed, really nice.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Alex Dieppe.
10.
Poem: “A GEM OF TEARS”
Poet: Milena Pcinjski,
From: Republic of Serbia
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
A poet is sitting in his room as midnight is ticking slowly.
His thoughts are overflowing his wit.
His breathing is getting heavy.
The air is warm and his eyes are weary.
One lone shadow’s wavering on his pale cheek.
As the metropolis rests in its peaceful sleep,
The Volga River’s whispering tenderly to him:
the story of two souls so far away but closely connected.
As he’s searching for right words in his head –
beautiful chords emerge and compose a golden chain.
This poet yearns that God brings peace to his land.
He closes his bright eyes and every night he prays.
His hope is his strength in hardships he undertakes
through times which no human should ever experience.
Silently, he looks up to the starry sky and he sees –
a distant light that suddenly thrills his spirit.
His body moves instantly to it with a sense of relief,
turning the weight he carries into a gem of tears.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Milena Pcinjski
Bio:
Milena Pcinjski was born October 28, 1986 in Prokuplje and lives in Cuprija, Republic of Serbia. She has a Masterโs degree in English language and literature. Her poems are published in many collections and athologies of contemporary Serbian poetry. She is the author of the collection of poems โZarobljeni stihoviโ (โVerses Imprisonedโโ). She works as an online English professor with adults and also as a translator for Area Felix, an international e-magazine for creative literature and culture. She is a proofreader in the Association of Writers โ SKOR, Novi Sad, Serbia. She is active on Instagram and Facebook, where she regularly posts her poems. The Ortodox Literary and Artistic Almanac โArina NNโ from Russia awared her the Honorary Diploma โArina Silver โ 2025โ for her poetry collection โVerses Imprisonedโ.
11.
Poem: “Mahatma Gandhi: Apostle of Peace”ย
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
In silence he walked, with truth as his guide,
A frail frame, yet strength none could hide.
No sword he wielded, no gun did he raise,
Yet nations bowed to his peaceful ways.
Spinning his thread, he wove a dream,
Finally freedom won without a scream.
Salt from the shore, a march so bold,
A tale of courage the nation loudly told.
He bore the weight of a peopleโs pain,
Yet answered hate with love again.
His voice was calm, his purpose clear,
To banish doubt, dissolve all fear.
From Sabarmati to Londonโs halls,
He stood for justice when duty calls.
A prayer on lips, a staff in hand,
He moved the hearts across the land.
No crown he wore, no throne he sought,
Just peace and truth in every thought.
His legacy of Ahimsa lives, a timeless flameโ
Gandhi, the spirit behind Indiaโs name.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธDr Ratan Bhattacharjee
12.
Poem :Poetry, a mask of truth
Poet :BANIA SOFIA.
From: GREECE
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
Poetry, a mask of truth
Poetry, with threads of dreams, sets up mirrors in silence,
bringing to light truth and illusion together.
And like a painter, it gives breath to the canvas,
and clothes with flesh and bones and a shape worthy of endurance,
even the light that seems borrowed.
It gives life to divine delusion,
and let it be a mask of truth,
and false masks of meaning.
And poetry, the great one, reveals this delusion,
which is a treasure,
and another aspect of life, before our eyes, projects forward,
and with shadows on its veils, it gives it a new form,
and becomes a horizon that brings a new caress to the dawn.
But life too is an illusion, but art wins it,
because everywhere with light, its arrows scatter darkness.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ BANIA SOFIA.
13.
Poem: “The Ghost Of The Sky”
Poet: Victor Nwankwo
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
Mystic and lethal bird of no rival.
Lord of the sky at night
Lone executioner, garland and inimical.
A deadly, stealth and silent flight.
The recent rancour beckoned on you.
B-2 Spirit- messenger of blood and fire.
Your haunting hype is just askew.
As the gulf’s diehard sinks into unprecedented quagmire.
Still sinking in the morass of your sleeky built,
The stealth hero of ceasefire and truce.
Pride of the president of peace amidst guilt.
Striking strategic targets with precision as a ruse .
I am dwarfed by your ingenious craft in the sky.
The invisible bomber and American wonder.
War monger of far cry
Ghost of the sky, what a monster!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Nwankwo Victor Anayo (AVIC)
Bio:
The author is Nwankwo Victor Anayo with Avic’ as a creative name. A Nigerian of Igbo descent. He studied History and International studies at the prestigious University of Nigeria Nsukka. His articles had featured in some magazines and his poems had earned lots of local and international online certificates, honours and awards. He has traveled widely. He is a prolific writer with interest in playwriting also where some of his works has been shot on home movies. He is a social crusader and community leader with some awards of recognition in his kitten. He is a happily married Catholic Christian.
14.
Poem: “Beneath the Candlelit Cascade”
Poet: Moammer Alsufyani
From: Yemen ๐พ๐ช
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
“Oh passion that awaits me every evening beneath the candlelit cascade..
Tear apart the dialogue from its depths,
and oh, bewildered time.. have mercy on the pages..
I will write in the lines of water until the longing of Iblis within me extinguishes..
I am a creature here..
and nothing resembles my destiny except wisdom..”
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Moammer Alsufyani
15.
Poem: “EARLY WINTER”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
Anexepted mountains covered with snow,
Nobody was prepeared now…
Maybe seasons are not anymore real,
But the coldness all the people feel.
Everythyng seems to be unusuall,
There is nothing normal media neither journal!
somany sick people, hospitals are full,
Humanity is too passive, allready signs the null!
Wake up dear people and tell your sincere word,
Let not anymore sleeping this crazy world!
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
16.
Poem : “The Bright Night”
Poet : Bishwajeet Gupta (Bishal)
From: Nepal๐ณ๐ต
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
When it was bright,
Everything was alright,
When it became dark,
Dogs began to bark.
I was not so scared,
When nobody cared,
Actually, I was cool,
Very cunning not a fool.
Avoiding those selfish,
I just selected peace,
I didn’t prefer to mesh,
And memorise the case.
Be a candle for night,
Spread peace, don’t fight.
I’ve to be at the top now,
At any cost and anyhow.
ยฉ๏ธ ยฎ๏ธ Bishwajeet Gupta (Bishal)
17.
Poem: “Then a Mature Poet May I Become “
Poet: Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi.
From: Yemen.
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
When divine rain dribbles green
Over the place where I stand leafless,
When the earth begins to glow,
Sending its beams into the room now dark,
When I no longer chase rainbows
Where no true goal lies colorless,
When fruiting trees are planted rooted
In every yard, in every home, in every heart,
When I behold all good in my homeland
Gushing forth like inexhaustible springs,
When every breath of people rises white,
When each dawn little birds do sing
The seven heavens in our anthem,
When the sun rises in every humanโs eyes,
When night descends with lamps of peace,
When tranquility reclines on breeze-made couches,
When Sleep itself lies down on scattered pearls,
When we all repose in gentle sleep,
Our eyes folded upon Paradise,
Our dreams shaking hands with angelsโ
Then, a mature poet may I become.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi
18.
Poem: “A Cup of Coffee”
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad.
From:Gaza city, Palestine ๐ต๐ธ
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
My morning cup of coffee
On the table of displacement
I taste the bitterness of life
And live the dark and terrible nights
I watch the violent storm inside
Eradicating my tent so far
And the dogs attack my innocent children.
I see the world as a foam
Cover the heinous crimes
While we are drowning so deep.
I smell the scent of blood
With every sip of my cup
And I see the faces of the children
Who immersed in their blood.
After awhile,
I woke up while I’m absent-minded sitting
On the table of displacement
Gazing inside my coffee
And listening to the silence of the the world.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Ahmed Miqdad
19.
Poem: “ON MY WAY !”
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
I was spellbound when I saw my way
For years I was waiting only for you
In bowers of the ancient city of moon
In the olden land of heaven and oasis
You have never ever disclosed yourself And today from that script primaeval
I decipher your poetry in a new light
On my way came the deafening sirens
Trying to dissuade me with their charm
But I never lost my way and kept going
Today it seemed the same path told me
It can’t take me anywhere any more.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai
20.
Poem: “My Promise to You”
Poet:Rajeev Vashista.
From: Delhi.
Primelore Published Date: 07 October, Tuesday, 2025.
My love, if I could go back in time,
For you, I would have spent every dime.
Iโll never leave a single stone unturnedโ
I promise you, no sorrow will return.
Iโll shed my blood whenever pain may come.
This is my promise to youโIโll keep it, come what may.
If ever you need me, Iโll be there; Iโll stay.
Iโll gladly sacrifice each breath if it brings you joyโ
My life means less than your peaceful tomorrow.
A tear in your eyes, my belovedโand Iโll burn the world.
Lifeโs tests arenโt for you; my love will melt all hurdles.
Youโre here to give me company, to rest in my armsโ
My love will protect youโit is your armor.
Iโll dry all rivers, level all mountains for you,
If they ever cause concern, my sweetheart, to you.
My promise is my gift in return for the love you gaveโ
Iโm ready to give up all I haveโI say on bended knee.
I love youโand this is all I ask in return from you:
Just let me love you all my lifeโyour smile is my clue.
ยฉ๏ธยฎ๏ธ Rajeev Vashista,
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