This is the 56th Edition of Primelore Writer’s Heaven. Read and Enjoy.

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01.
Poem: “A HANDKERCHIEF OF LEAVES”
Poet: MUSTAFA NACİ ÖZER
From: TÜRKİYE
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

From the spring leaves touched by morning dew,
I fashioned a tender handkerchief.
On one corner I sewed love, on another — longing,
On one, the sun and the stars,
And on the last, I stitched you.

Then I folded all my sorrows within it,
And before the sun could fade away,
I hid it deep within my heart —
Where only the songs could see,
Not love, nor longing, nor the stars,
Nor even you as I tucked you inside my soul.

Believe me — before the dusk arrived,
I hid them all,
So your fears would never wander the roads,
So your spirit might rest,
And every feeling be at peace.

The corners of that handkerchief met as one,
And in this spring — the one we waited for through the years —
The gifts of these dew-kissed leaves
Became the sacred feast of love,
A mystery abundant and pure.

And that handkerchief of leaves remains still,
In the fairest chamber of my heart —
With you.
©️®️ MUSTAFA NACİ ÖZER

02.
Poem: “Be well”
Poet: Afroz Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Let the sky be covered with clouds,
Let the moon be hidden;
Let there be no darkness of the new moon
Let the world be good;
For you, for me, and for everyone.

Let the bells of sleep ring,
Break the silence,
Let the stars shine,
Let the flowers of the night- speak.
Let the world be good;
For you, for me, and for everyone.

Let the children wake up,
Let the waves crash,
Let the new sun rise over the world,
I have placed my hand in the hands of the world;
Let the world be good;
For you, for me, and for everyone.
©️®️ Afroz Jesmine.

03
Poem: “A LUMINOUS MOMENT”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

she sits by the window filled with sunlight
home is the story we write with every shared moment
a child’s laughter, fragile and pure
attaches her in a world that shifts like sand

. memories rise in the tremble before her sleep
love is the language that needs no translation
she gathers moments like brittle glass
careful not to cut herself on the old days.

time will pass, as it always does
but in this air, this luminous moment
she finds the truth in pain and happiness
that life is brief, but endlessly precious
©️®️ Vo Thi Nhu Mai

04.
Poem: “Rainbow”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

This is my colourful hope
Waiting the rain
And after the rainbow

So many colours
Can speak to my heart
So many happiness in the sky above

Look at the rainbow
Remember it’s a circle
Everything isn’t permanent
What is hard now
It’s going to be easy the next day
©️®️ Eva Petropoulou Lianou

05.
Poem: “Under the Sky”
Poet: Elena Angelopoulou
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Under the sky where the wild winds roam,
we wander -weary hearts, yet seeking home.
Through fields of sorrow, through shadowed lands,
we plant our dreams with trembling hands.
Hands once closed now long for light,
for love that softens the edge of night.
From trembling lips a prayer takes flight
-that peace may fall, that hearts unite.
The earth still turns, the stars still gleam,
whispering softly: hold your dream.
Though darkness falls, though tears may stay,
hope blooms again with the break of day.
Under the sky, we all belong,
bound by the same eternal song.
And if we listen -calm, sincere-
the light we seek is already here.
©️®️ Elena Angelopoulou
Bio:
Elena Angelopoulou is originally from Northern Evia but was born and spent her childhood in Frankfurt, Germany. She holds a degree in Educational Sciences from the University of the Aegean, Department of Preschool Education, and an M.Ed. from the University of West Attica, with a specialization in Innovative Technologies and Specific Learning Difficulties. She is currently pursuing a Master’s degree in Creative Writing at the University of Western Macedonia. An active educator for many years, she currently serves as the Principal of a public school in Athens. She has participated in various pan-European educational programs and numerous pedagogical conferences. Alongside her teaching career, she has cultivated a strong passion for literature from an early age, which she expresses through writing and active participation in literary events. She has published five children’s books: 1. O Asimenios, Athens: M. Sideris Publications, 2023 2. Oura gia dyo, Athens: M. Sideris Publications, 2025 3. Haris kai Chavie, Athens: Iliaktida Publications, 2025 4. Vernardos, Larissa: Sympantikes Diadromes Publications, 2025 5. Otho-N-itsa, Athens: Komninos Publications, 2025 Two poetry collections are also forthcoming and expected to be released in the coming months. Her literary work extends to numerous anthologies of short stories, poetry, and fairy tales published by various publishing houses, as well as participation in book and poetry festivals. Her writing has earned several distinctions in literary competitions. Most recently, she received awards in the 43rd Literary Competition of the Panhellenic Union of Writers (P.E.L.) and the 2nd Panhellenic Competition of the Society of Greek Writers (E.E.L.), both in the short story category. She has also been recognized in the 14th and 15th Poetry Competitions of the Culture Association of Greece–Cyprus (S.P.E.K.) and in the 17th Poetry Competition “Lyrical Pamvotida” organized by the Society of Writers and Authors of Epirus. She is an active member of the Panhellenic Union of Writers.

06.
Poem: “The Children Are Ours”
Poet: Dibang Mary.
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

The children are always ours,
every single one of them,

born beneath different suns,
breathing the same borrowed air.

They laugh in languages
our hearts remember before our tongues were trained,

they cry with a sound
that breaks every border like glass.

All over the globe, they dream,
and the earth turns gently beneath their small feet.

We owe them the warmth of our shadows,
the wisdom of our scars.

I am beginning to suspect
that whoever cannot see this,

whoever draws the line,
or counts only their own,

may already have lost something infinite.
For immortality begins

in the widening of the heart,
in the moment we see ourselves

reflected in another’s eyes,
and choose, without hesitation,
to call them ours.
©️®️ Dibang Mary
Bio: Dibang Mary is a Nigerian poet exploring identity, emotion, and the echoes of everyday life.”

07.
Poem: “Nature’s mantra”
Poet: Elpiola Lluka,
From: Albania 🇦🇱
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

The nature wears green cloak,
as an inner psalm her scent beats…
And all the colors with timbre talk,
the river flows via past sound repeats…
On soft grass the dew is dripping,
pours out the reasons source…
Desert of dreams far away is slipping,
under the crimson sunset illusions force…

The nature reechos over rolling hills,
wind of optimism all plants embraces…
Her mantra with flowers is surrounding wills,
orchestrates the spring notes out spaces…

That wind is blowing on us eternally,
inside our hearts leaves spring internally..
The nature’s aura comes around grace holders,
a sea of happiness across the chest smolders…
©️®️ Elpiola Lluka.
Bio:
Elpiola Lluka is a poetess, writer, songwriter and singer. She was born in Korca city of Albania and is grown up in an intellectual family. She has studied for English Language and Literature in the “Fan.S.Noli” University. She has written her first poem since she was 8 years old. She is a regular writer and poetess and her poems are published in many newspapers, magazines and anthologies books. She has been part of different poetry contests & activities and has taken many certificates and qualifications worldwide. She loves psychology and philosophy and her creation are always focused on them. Elpiola adores music and has also written some rock & metal songs and ballads for different albanian artist in english and albanian language, and she’s been part of live singing in bars & restaurants in her state. She has also released some cover songs. She is working and preparing her first poem book which will be finished and published soon. Elpiola’s hobbies are writing, reading books, singing, nails miniature painting, cooking, photography, jewelry making, watching movies, swimming and hiking. She has worked as a translator and as a sales executive agent for different companies. She is a feminist and support all genders having equal rights and opportunities. She is a nature lover and animal lover & rescuer.

08.
Poem: “Wounded Journey of Foot:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Nepal.
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Life with wounds is tragic.
Happiness is lost.
The tragic wound remains silent.

Honesty is not respected.
The storeroom of bad planning is fired.

The shining wound is super than the supreme court.
The journey to sell books is my job of hard effort.

The wound is melting.
The pain of unemployment remains silent.
The journey is still hard.
The wound of education remains silent.
Still there is doubt whether they may misrepresent my good doings for the nation.
That is my art of eternity.
©️®️ Til Kumari Sharma

09.
Poem: “Natures Quest”
Poet: Carol Robertson
From: ?
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Horns
cars
bikes
the sounds of birds chirping
surrounding the skies and near by trees
on grasses where they fit to be

Then a cow mooed
a long moo
fending off the flies
that sat on her back
that sang in her ears

Then a child cried
for he was hungry and wanted to eat
but his mother was too fascinated by
her bone straight hair
and had no time to breast feed
eventually he fell asleep

The garbage truck rolled up
with its coarse sound
polluting the environment with brazen braking
birds still chirping
above the noise

one right after the other
chirp
chirp
chirp
chirping
until they finally cease
in search of something to eat
high in the trees
and way beneath.
©️®️ Carol Robertson

10.
Poem: “Morning”
Poet: Shain islam Khan
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

Morning is glory
Morning are nice
Beautiful the day
Morning is colud
Morning is coming
Cloud are going
Afternoon are start
Sun is rise
Clouds are come
Night is start
Sun are laughing
Ha Ha Ha

Human are crying
The crops are never growing
All sky are fully cloud
Morning are never ever grand rising
All out world war
©️®️ Shain islam Khan

11.
Poem: “The Mist Yet to Come”
Poet: Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi
From: Yemen
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

I train my arms to embrace it—
The mist still to come at autumn’s end…
I do not intend to bring about a fall
Among its withered foliage.
I wilted once in spring,
In an age that came before my own.
Now, within metaphysical realms, I dwell,
Eagerly awaiting its indications—
The resurrection of my second self.
The mist yet to come:
From it I shall sew a robe
White with transcendent purpose,
Embroidered with dense drizzle—
Drizzle that purifies me of worldly life,
Till I dissolve into its sublime essence,
And blend with the very atoms of its creation
. Perhaps a resting place awaits me in the heavens,
Where no dark night veils my renewed garment,
Where the lights of stars suffuse
The depths of my mist-filled pores.
I lift my neck, delicate as a nebula,
Where the lungs of the paths of ascent
Draw breath from its glowing cloud.
I gaze upon the portal of my paradise lost,
Unfolding my light-born self before it,
Entering in peace where once I stood,
Long before Adam tasted of the forbidden fruit.
©️®️ Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi

12.
Poem: “THE BIG CONTRAST”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqir
From: Albenia
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

White snow in the mountains
And flowers on the fields,
This fall is different from other years,
We can see amazing things.
Let us hope for a better future,
The life is interesting, no one needs more adventure.
Only God can decide,
What the heaven really holds inside!
©️®️ Shaip Zeqir Zeqir

13.
Poem: “Smile of Peace”
By: Gazi Abdulla-hel Baqui.
Peace smiles upon oases and the greens,
Peace flashes on the rippling waves,
When man will dispel all ills and evils,
Peace settles at the bottom of the soul.
Peace smiles on flora and fauna,
Peace reflects on mirrors of mind,
When man will cancel missiles and shells,
Peace shines as the riches of the mankind.
Peace smiles on the dear name of everyone,
Peace flings its spell on plentiful peace-treaties,
When the so-called saviours will keep mum,
Peace upholds the dignity of eternal life.
Peace smiles on the shower after severe heat,
Peace blooms upon the hum of homeward armies,
When the kindler promises not to burn in his own fire,
Peace dwells on charity, truth and love.
Peace smiles on the affirmative look of the beloved,
Peace rejoices in the most passionate embrace,
When the rulers will listen to the poets,
Peace deepens the free shadows of flags.
Peace smiles on the graceful conduct of man,
Peace illumines all the values in heart,
When the crown of creation hates each other’s ugly self,
Smile of peace breaks on the lips of a babe.

Peace smiles on the gentle breeze at dawn,
Peace always rests on wings of pigeons,
When the loathsome soul of the warlord is dead,
Peace spreads its wings to blissful heaven.
Peace smiles on the lips of Monalisa,
Peace sparkles on the tops of towers and tombs,
When all weapons are getting rusted,
Peace flows through Art and Culture.
Peace smiles on patience and tolerance,
Peace truly exists as the soul’s lost wealth,
When man understands bullets have to blessings,
Peace writes her name effacing the curse of war.
Peace smiles on all noble inventions,
Peace prevails in tradition and civilizations,
When man kills in himself the destroyer’s instinct,
Peace creates knowledge and emotion.
Peace smiled on the creation of man,
Peace has smiled the set-up of its Shelter,
If the world casts eyes most neutral,
Smile of peace will last but forever.
©️®️ Gazi Abdulla-hel Baqui

14.
Poem: “The Silent Conjunction”
Poet: “Moammer Alsufyani”
From: Yemen.
Primelore Published Date: 21 October, Tuesday, 2025.

The distant silence is the meeting of two hearts on the glass of memory,
where they emit gentle sounds that
everyone overlooks amidst those fierce kisses on the window.
Oh, black wind, for goodness’ sake,
don’t frighten their love,
and if the silence exceeds its limits,
don’t approach.
©️®️ Moammer Alsufyani .

15.
Poem: “Two Buds of a Rose Plant”
Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
Ms Mansi Tiwari

First Part
Mansi Tiwari
Two birds are sitting on the same stem..
They look like a sweetest gem..
Both are truly in loving mode..
But they are shaming just like couple on the road..
How they express their love for each other..
Untill they don’t want to let free from fear..
Oh! What a beautiful flowers they are..
But it seems they are surrounded by the thorns everywhere..

Second part
Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
Two tender buds on a single stem,
Cradled close in morning’s gem.
They swayed in silence, side by side,
In sun and storm, with hearts untried.

One leaned gently, the other replied,
Their fragrance mingled, love undenied.
Though petals part in time’s command,
Their roots remain, forever hand in hand.
©️®️ Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
Bio:
Ms Manshi Tiwari is a teacher from Kanpur . Poetry is her passion .She is a regular blogger and engaged in musings on female empowerment

16.
Poem: “CUDDLE SOUL”
Poet: Daniel omar
Take an huge basket of love and pour life
Just stay on the same stage like knife
Wind blows the chains of resilience to glance
Smoothly parked my soul in the half dance
Look on my really scene what you see is what you believe on
Just keep on
You shall reach on.
Cuddle soul.
Daniel
Daniel
©️®️ Daniel omar

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