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01.
Poem: “Cobbler”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
(Give dignity of labour)
He is a cobbler,
In society he is unclean!
He sews shoes,
Pooh Pooh!
The soles of the shoes are full of dirt,
Still he sews.
This is his livelihood.
He pairs your dirty shoes,
He takes them with utmost care,
He threads special threads on special needles.
He makes old worn-out shoes shiny with fresh polish.
When it’s time to go to the office,
You take those shiny shoes;
You pick them up with utmost care.
What do you remember?
One day you hated that shoemaker.
Suddenly the sole of the shoe opened while walking;
Now you will find out that it was a great negligence.
From this end of the world to the other;
Wherever he is, he is needed.
In Rabindranath Tagore’s “Shoe invent” poem ;
The pair of shoes were invented,
At that time, he did not get recognition,
That leather worker in the royal court.
There was still abuse of power at that time.
So the minister said,
It was in my mind;
After knowing how to make leather
Then the shoemaker invented shoes.
Give workers the dignity of labor,
No profession is small,
Without the laborer’s gift, what would be the world;
The world would not be a victory.
The sweeper, the tanner, the blacksmith, the potter
The coolie, the laborer, the Clark, and;
The maidservant of your house;
They have made your life easier,
They have brought into your life;
A lot of joy and a smile on your face.
Why are you annoyed with them?
These are your people.
In all the extraordinary works of society;
They are the ones who are needed the most.
If there were no tanners, you would have to carry the dirt,
If there were no porters, you would have to carry your own burden.
If there were no slaves and maidservants, you would have to do all the work single-handedly;
Is it so easy to do all the work?
If there were no scavengers, your world;
Would have been filled with stench;
If it were to sink into feces and garbage,
Would it have been better then?
If you have time,
Give people of all professions due respect;
Consider everyone as human beings today;
Save your own dignity.
Save your own dignity.
(I dedicate this poem to all the workers of the world.)
ยฉยฎ Afroza Jesmine.
02.
Poem: “THE BROWN PEBBLE”
Poet: Vรต Thแป Nhฦฐ Mai.
From: Australia.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
There is a young girl sitting by the window
Drops of pure sunlight fall onto the porch
On the street, crowds of people hurry past
Which pair of eyes truly belong to each other?
She has never known a deep passionate kiss
She has never experienced afternoons of dating
Her heart is like a train of time leaving the station
Carrying sorrow far out into the open sea
Before she knows it, the girl becomes a woman
A ylang-ylang flower out of town begins to bloom
The fragrance of youth fills the air she draws
A rushing life scatters itself in quick moments
The woman by the window weaving her days
Into baskets of flowers tinted with the sea blue
Each wave seems to borrow from a former life
They cling to each other, ignoring lifeโs storms
In the blink of an eye
the ylang-ylang of an entire era falls away
A time of innocence, a whole sky of purity
Lost in the net of love
her slender shoulders hidden and shown
A brown pebble lying in sunlight on the porch.
Vรต Thแป Nhฦฐ Mai.
03.
Poem: “UNDEFINED EXCITEMENT”
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER
. From:Tรผrkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Live an excitement undefined,
Along the roads that stretch away,
Gaze at horizons, free of mind,
Ignore the thoughts that drift astray
Those senseless, careless ones inside,
Left unanswered in your core.
A path has opened up before you,
Walk on, walk forevermoreโฆ
When fear descends upon your heart,
Then close each door, let none remain,
Pull the covers oโer your head,
And shut away the silent pain.
Write no letters to the distant,
Let them never come to know
What it is that you have lived through,
What it is you undergo.
Let not the cries of geese disturb you,
They are chatterers by design,
In the deep and restless midnight,
Holding weddings all the timeโฆ
Recall the day before you arrived,
That sunset seat where you once stayed,
Those unknown faces you observed
At the roadside cafรฉ, quietly arrayed,
And the long, enduring wait you madeโฆ
Now put on your tie and walk ahead,
A sacred duty calls your name,
On the endless roads before you
Live that thrill none can explain,
Live it on for years the sameโฆ
Mustafa Naci รZER
04.
Poem: “About peace “
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece.๐ฌ๐ท
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Speaking for food
Bombs are coming in my left
Bombs are coming in my right
The smell of a coffee becomes a dream
People are targeted
Suffering
Starvation
Hypocrisy the cry for freedom
Governments they are counting their money
Over the bodies of dead children
Do you want this life
How much Human you feel today
We are all victims in the mind of narcissist
men with power
Peace
Unknown word
EVA Petropoulou Lianou
05.
Poem: “stop”
Poet: Mary Garde.(mkap)
From: Canada.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
don’t just say the word
over and over and over again you feel your head is in a spin
how could it be lessened
not learned again you find you being in the same spot
even though it’s not the same day
you handle it
in the same way
lesson learned right now
when next again
you find yourself revolving once more
stop yourself
count to ten
learn the word
stop
when it is another
be true to you
be determined
to really stop
don’t just say the word
end it.
Mary Garde(mkap)
06.
Poem: “AT THE EDGE OF ASHES”
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
From: LEBANON,BRAZIL.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
On the brink of longing,
I turn my face within the wind of questions,
and plant in my chest a star that disciplines my darkness.
Who will restore to the lovers
their pulse lost between the ribs?
And who will awaken the flute
if it sleeps in the palm of its player?
I walk upon the ruins of my days
as though I were the last traveler toward meaning,
guided by the flutter of a heart
that still believes light
emerges from the seam of wounds.
O you who revolve in the orbit of visions,
slow down a little
the houses you abandoned
still hang your name
upon the lashes of dawn.
The doves guard your shadow,
and the trees, when they bend,
whisper the secrets of lovers.
Whenever I loosened the hair of my soul,
words ripened upon my lips,
and the sun shattered
into droplets of prayer.
Peace be upon me
on the day stone grows harsh against the flower,
and the voice of reproach rises
like a storm in the chest of the sea.
Her image leaves me,
and the letters leave their harbors;
my sanctuary becomes a void
where my name echoes.
O love, mystic in my blood,
take me to you
as incense is taken to its fire;
blend my breath with hers
until distance itself
becomes a bridge of light.
It is enough for meโmy madnessโ
when I write my trembling,
and plant within my ashes a new branch,
perhaps it will sway
if her shadow passes
through the grove of the heart.
ยฉยฎ TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
07.
Poem: “When?”
Poet: Latifa Harbawy.
From: Algeria.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Feigned Confluence
Besieging the meaning for a poet’s corpse
The text that formed the hump of the text
The bendings in the midst of a long prayer
Long, along the orbit of language
The coveted earth
The abyss
The void
The treacherous days
The lament
The bewilderment
The obscure
The weak, weak human
The lone, solitary moon
And your grave, which you now inhabit
The when?
Prey to the putrid question, decomposing in absence
How I wish
You would answer me about the when?
When will you return?
When shall we meet?
And when will we all forgive one another?
The beautiful ones,
The beautiful ones,
The beautiful ones,
At the hour exhausted from the body / from the senses
At the bottom they turn over their new features, they tuck their withered names
into the pocket of the earth
Thanks be to Godโฆ
Thanks be to God that they cannot see the great flowers
heaped upon their gravestones
The when โ the caesura โ is all that remains of the rubble of questions
When was the poet born
When did the poet die
ยฉยฎ Latifa Harbawy.
Bio: I am an Algerian writer and poet, a graduate in Philosophy from the University of Bouzarรฉah (1995). My work spans journalism, with daily columns in major Algerian newspapers, as well as childrenโs songs and plays. I founded the Chรฉdou Algรฉrie childrenโs troupe in Biskra (1995) and have created and hosted several radio programs.
My poetry collections include Sun on My Measure, Scraps of Anxiety, and Close to the Front, a Kick, the latter awarded the Dar Moton Prize for Creativity (2023). My childrenโs story collection, My Golden Steps in Smart Reading, was published under the supervision of the Ministry of Culture (2025). I have contributed to collective works such as Arab Womenโs Letters and Algerian Lanterns.
I have received the First of November Medal from the Algerian President (2014), an honorary doctorate from the Middle East Organizations Union, and was named one of the 100 most influential personalities (2018โ2020). In 2025, I was honoured by Barcelona Magazine for outstanding literary production. I am the Head of the Poetry House (Biskra branch) and a member of the Arab Writers League. My work is the subject of academic studies across Algerian universities. I have several poetry books in which my poems are studied at major universities. I have received many important awards, and I work in the field of media.
08.
Poem: “Too Present”
Poet: Paula Oliveira.
From: Portugal .
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
I hear the sound my footsteps make
as if they do not belong to me.
I measure every blink, each breath,
the angle of my hands at rest.
My smile arrives already watched,
my laughter checks itself mid-air.
Even silence feels performed,
a role I study while I wear.
I notice how I say each word,
rehearse it once as it departs,
then chase it through another mind
imagining their hidden thoughts.
A room becomes a thousand mirrors,
none of them entirely kind.
I am observer, actor, witness, judgeโ
a crowded theatre of mind.
How strange to live so close to skin,
to feel each second underline.
To never simply pass through time,
but hear the ticking from inside.
And yet beneath this sharpened gaze, bene
ยฉยฎ Paula Oliveira.
Bio: Paula Cristina Silva Oliveira (born August 16,1970) I am Technical Assistant at Hospital de Braga and a passionate writer. I has contributed to several literary anthologies, sharing poetry and prose that explore emotions, reflections, and the human experience.
Alongside me writing, i finds creative expression in cross-stitch, valuing the beauty found in both words and details. Through sensitivity and dedication, i seeks to inspire others by transforming everyday moments into meaningful expression.
09.
Poem: “You Are the Only You in the World”
Poet: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei).
From: China.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
My dear
You think
youโre an insignificant being in this world
far too ordinary to be extraordinary
far too common to stand out
So
youโve never truly known yourself
never cherished your worth
never taken yourself seriously
never pondered what kind of person you truly want
or what kind of life you long for
But
do you know
even a grain of dust chooses where it drifts
a blade of grass pushing through rock cracks sways with its crooked charm
the flaws of a gem are exactly natureโs precious gift
flowers bloom in countless hues to create a splendid riot of blossoms
trees stand in irregular harmonyโnatureโs magnificent craftsmanship
Is being human any different?
Since you exist in this world
you are unique
you hold an irreplaceable value
even a sacred mission
My dear
rather than admiring others
better to embrace your true self
rather than imitating others
better to become the best version of you
Gather your scattered gaze
turn inward to your own heart
observe your soul
face the inner child within
and invite her to merge with you as one
You are the center
you should be the one flying the kite
not the kite being controlled
All things have spirit
each has a mission
let flowers be flowers
let trees be trees
let yourself become the best version of you
the one and only you in the world
the irreplaceable you
I believe in you
ยฉยฎ Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
10.
Poem: “My alter ego”
Poet: Shah Jehan Ashrafi
From: Canada.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Sometimes I want to see myself
And look into my
Soulful eyes
But all mirrors
Create illusions
And provoke ripples
In my heartโs still lake
Let me paint myself:
A lovely face
And a longing heart.
And a hand
That wants
To touch me.
Iโm a lonely wanderer,
A voyeur
Lost in existenceโs mist.
Let my strokes touch
My soul
And be
The fairy
Blessing me
With a magic wand.
Let me step
Into the realm
Of Being.
Let me be Beautiful
Anew!
ยฉยฎ Shah Jehan Ashrafi
11.
Poem: “THE REST”
Poet: SHAIP Z. ZEQIRI.
From: Albania
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
I need to have a rest,
As a bee in the nest,
Just waiting,
To enjoy real spring!
Birds song listening…
About flowers and a happy morning.
To have better news
And not anymore just rewieves!
ยฉยฎ SHAIP Z. ZEQIRI
12.
Poem: “Love in My Eyes”
Poet: Luo Qianxuan.
Translated by Lan Xin
From: China.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Love in my eyes
Is Momโs toil all day and night
The purest selfless giving in the world
Love in my eyes
Is the reluctant hug she clings me tight at the school gate
The tender care hardest to let go in the world
Love in my eyes
Is her eager wait with anxious eyes after school
The lasting watch full of deep affection in the world
Love in my eyes
Is the kiss she lays soft on my forehead as I sleep soundly
The eternal mark carved deep in my heart in the world
Love in my eyes
Is the sweet dreams she bids the Sleep Angel weave for me
The magic spell filled with gentle warmth in the world
Love in my eyes
Is my little feet cupped in her warm palms on freezing nights
The loving embrace wrapped with cozy bliss in the world
Love in my eyes
Is her attentive care staying by my side when Iโm ill
The secure feeling that calms all my fears in the world
Love in my eyes
Is her relieved smile with crinkling eyes as she reads these words
The most beautiful sight there is in the world
ยฉยฎ Luo Qianxuan.
13
Poem: “Sea-glass”
Poet:Helen Pletts
From: UK.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
if we notice the horizon, itโs accidental,
only the compass of glass-searching leads us
the sea there, but not there,
even the sky wide and getting ever wider
does not distract us
the wind wafts the sand ahead of us;
when we turn into the salty wind
it hits us in the face,
we look for sea glass,
ruinous, elemental facets of light,
fractals in the sea-foamโorange glass ignites,
holds-gold, possibly venetian in origin
you turn it over in your hand, and the wind
licks it dry, taking the brightness with it.
the glass mists as if too tired to refract light,
reconnect with the furnace-burn
that created it
when I had lost a plain part of me,
you told me to stand on the beach
throw it into the waves, to let it
re-kindle, sparkle, leave it there,
in light eternal
ยฉยฎ Helen Pletts
14.
Poem: “Mermaid, Your Purse Is Lost”
Poet: Ma Yongbo
From: China.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Daughter of the sea, your purse is lost
the tide recedes, that last silver moon-coin
slips into the slender slot of an arcade machine,
pixelated waves remain frozen on the screen.
only QR-code foam floats
above the fermenting sea of fish roe.
Where your bare feet tread
flaming nettles sprout. At night,
you sleep curled by that faithless sailor’s cabin door,
shivering, arms wrapped around yourself.
Who could gather your pearled tears
to refill your blackened purse?
Daughter of the sea, your purse is lost,
no ransom now for your iridescent tail.
no return to laughing emerald waves of home.
In the arcade blackout, only desolate shores remain,
only your solitary dance sowing futile spray,
only salt crystals on the checkout counter,
the final interest accrued from human love.
ยฉยฎ Ma Yongbo
15.
Poem: “KINDNESS ROUTINE”
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti.
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
(Make kindness your routine
and let yourself be carried away by its journey!… )
Don’t forget:
To wake up with the sun in my heart
To give the day two kisses
To put on a wide smile
To love all creation like a child
To water the trees of Joy
To the curly basils of Hope
ฮnd to all those who have been hurt
To give enough Kindness:
To the medicines of the painkiller Love
That heal wounds and all injuries!!!!!
ยฉยฎ Maria Kolovou Roumelioti.
16.
Poem: “Aerodynamics of an Aircraft”
Poet: Syed Shah Hussain.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Aircraft climb and dive,
Soaring through the sky so high.
They turn like hawks with mighty grace,
Roaring loud in endless space.
Flying over hills and sand,
Over towns, so proud they stand.
Each turn and dive, each climb and roll,
Moves with skill, precise to control.
The fuselage holds it all in place,
The cockpit guides its flight with grace.
Inside the cockpit, the instruments align,
To make each dream take off and shine.
Flaps increase or decrease the lift,
Shifting drag with every shift.
During takeoff, both down and grand,
Or when landing, both up safe to stand.
Ailerons roll the plane around,
Changing course above the ground.
Wings create the needed lift,
While slats adjust it with a shift.
On the front, along the edge,
Slats make lift rise from the ledge.
Spoilers help the plane descend,
Reducing lift as flights extend.
The tail maintains flight stability,
Keeping balance, and holding agility.
Engines thrust it through the air,
A marvel built with skill and care.
Raise the right flap, left goes down,
And rightward rolls the plane around.
Raise the left flap, right goes low,
And leftward rolls the plane to go.
Turn the rudder to the right,
The aircraft yaws to the left in flight.
Turn the rudder to the left,
It yaws to rightโan airborne shift.
Lower the elevators, the nose tilts down,
Raise them up, the nose will crown.
Vertical stabilizers yaw in place,
Horizontals guide the pitch with grace.
Rudders turn the yaw side-to-side,
Elevators pitch the nose to glide.
Flaps adjust both drag and lift,
While spoilers add a downward drift.
Four key forces keep it plainโ
Lift, weight, thrust, and drag sustain.
The roll rotates front to back,
Yaw moves left and right in track.
Pitch tilts nose both up and down,
A pilotโs skill makes flight renown.
It breaks the clouds like eagles fly,
Braving storms up in the sky.
Ready always, sharp in fight,
Its maneuvers shine so bright.
With rudder and aileron used as one,
The aircraft turns, its path begun.
If youโre wise and quick to learn
Aerodynamics you will discern!
ยฉยฎ Syed Shah Hussain
17.
Poem: “Labour Day”
Poet: Allahobhayo Dal
From: Karachi Pakistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Our own day, yet celebration eludes us.
Children starved, their feet bare,
lips parched from thirst.
Even on Eid, no new clothes grace us.
Dawn breaks breakfast is still a luxury.
In the crowded city square,
tools in hand,
hope flickers again:
to bring bread home for my children.
Last year I vowed to my wife,
โDo not despair. Iโll dress you in the finest,
a new suit, bangles for your wrists.โ
But time ran fast,
and my promise lies unfulfilled.
Now she suffers chronic tuberculosis,
gasping for breath.
Medicine is beyond our reach,
savings ,we have none.
Inflation marches on, relentless.
My sonโs plea for a bicycle has echoed since infancy.
I still cannot provide.
Today supposedly ours to celebrate
we wait, hoping for a miracle,
for an angel from the heavens
to whisper, โCome with me.
I bring hope.โ
ยฉยฎ Allahobhayo Dal
18.
Poem: “TWILIGHT”
Poet: Bernardete Cavalcanti.
From: Brazil.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Up above, a star floated, which
made me a little sensitive,this feeling came to me so soon
My love, you and I on this unforgettable afternoon!
I feel immense nostalgia for old loves,I may say
Now totally forgotten in every single day.
I felt fragile with great emotion!
While the breeze embraced me in sweet adoration!
I dreamed of your presence by my side
While I walked along the beach dazed at the scenery so wide!
Please, let’s stay together, united as one heart
Thus in prayer, we shall never part
Filling the
clouds came a sudden breeze that took away all my longing to the sea
On this magnificent afternoon of reverie!
Love and joy mingled there on that simple beach
And all of life’s beauty was within my reach!
Mashallah!
ยฉยฎ Bernardete Cavalcanti.
19.
Poem: “Departure”
Poet: Ashraful Musaddeq.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
The chariot waits before the door
Soon the traveler will wake
Gather the necessary things
And place them into a bag before leaving home
It is only a matter of momentsโ
An event about to happen
Simple as an equation, y = a + bx
Or the formula of water, HโO
Departure is a context of absence
Coated with memories
Nothing tragic, nothing severeโ
Sunlight walks quietly from the eastern town
Departure is a twilight evening
Floating with faint light on the porch
Where a vacant chair is submerged
In a thin paranormal shadow
Powerful forces remain at work
Pushing someone toward departure
Time is the silent substance
That composes the event carefully
Days will come and nights will go
Departure may plant confidence
Yet some seeds fail to fulfill
The conditions of germination
As time walks like a silent child
Along the endless expressway
The traveler never returns
To the station once left behind
The sleepy man in the waiting room
Dreams of reversing the moment
Like rewinding a video fileโ
Yet nothing remains after departure
ยฉยฎ Ashraful Musaddeq
20.
Poem: “Wounded Struggle:”
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma.
From: Nepal.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Hard effort in nation,
Though they make failure.
The standing alone seems helpless.
Deception is foremost pain.
Love becomes ash of lover.
No one to care me.
Though shining wound in art is there.
Seeing grave in my aliveness,
If hope of love is non-sense.
Struggle is highly hard and now bitter memory is alive.
The sound was low.
The poverty was foremost thing.
Though I am ethically strong.
ยฉยฎ Til Kumari Sharma
21.
Poem: “When Angels Embrace Silently”
Poet: Blerina Pellumbi.
From: Albania.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
When angels embrace silently,
Beneath a sun heavy with rain,
Even wounds fade, turning into rainbows
That lights up a world of lies, painted in gray.
Chasms of loneliness tear like lace,
Pain shatters after winter, in the creak of dawns,
Life itself becomes an invisible mirage โ
An exile who silently forgives all wounds.
Embracing fire, angels steal from the stars,
Weaving word-magic in a sky of glass.
There they bind sorrow, all that is cruel,
There, with siren songs, they awaken sweet hope.
Angels embrace silently, smiling,
In a mad world that gives wings to noise,
Where lifeโs truths are born and lost,
Where they start to sing โ and start to weep…
ยฉยฎ Blerina Pellumbi
22.
Poem: “YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL CHAPTER IN MY LIFE”
Poet: Parvinder Nagi .
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
You came like dawn across my quiet sky
A gentle light I never knew Iโd need
With whispered warmth that taught my heart to fly
โจAnd turned my silent hopes into a creed
Before you, pages lingered dull and grey
Words without rhythm, drifting out of place
But you arrived and suddenly, each day
Became a line of poetry in your grace
Your laughter writes in ink no time can fade
Your eyes hold stories stars could never tell
In every glance, a universe is made
A tender truth where all my dreams now dwell
If lifeโs a book with chapters yet to be
No tale could match the one youโve written here
For in your love, Iโve found my destiny
The most beautiful chapter, ever clear And if the final page should find my hand
Iโll close it smiling, knowing what was true
Of all the stories fate could ever plan
My greatest oneโฆ was always loving you.
ยฉยฎ Parvinder Nagi
23.
Poem: “You Live Within My Heart”
Poet: Xoสปjyozova Dildora.
From: Uzbekistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
The night is silent โ yet the stars all speak,
They whisper softly of your name each week.
Even the moon feels shy before your light,
Thereโs a secret in my heart โ yours to write.
The wind that blows feels like your gentle breath,
I sense your presence in each step, each depth.
My heartโs a desert when youโre far away,
But blooms with life when you with me stay.
Your gaze is spring that warms my frozen soul,
One single look makes broken pieces whole.
We speak in silence, yet we understand,
As if our fate was written hand in hand.
If you should fade, my world would disappear,
For youโre the purest dream I hold so dear.
My reason, my hope, my endless art โ
Forever, you live within my heart…
ยฉยฎ Xoสปjyozova Dildora.
24.
Poem: “The Star and the Nightmares”
Poet: Selim BOUMERDAS.
From: France.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
You wiped our tears, quieted our pains,
kissed our brows with the tenderness
of a sunbeam born from your radiant face.
You gave, expecting nothing in return,
guided our doubts, forgave our wrongs.
You lent us the courage to walk alone
and the love of a true, tender nest.
The father, a god without feeling.
You
the breath of life, authentic and pure.
You are a gift from heaven, the fruit of unconditional love.
Without you, no life exists.
Yet men forget this selfish, vain.
Man is the male and sometimes the bane
while the woman remains under guardianship.
They seek an absolute, obsessive love,
blinded by their manhood, playing their parts unseeing.
They do not know how hard it is to find a motherโs love again,
save perhaps in the heavens,
like a star watching over them
when, bereft or lost in dismay,
they call her in their nightmares.
ยฉยฎ B.Slim39
25.
Poem: “At the Edges of Modern Silence”
Poet: Xhuli Spahiu.
From: Kosovo ๐ฝ๐ฐ.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
In a city that wakes without dreams,
streets carry footsteps that no longer remember feet,
windows open like weary eyes
over a world that speaks, yet does not listen.
We are words scattered in the air,
fragments of thought in search of shelter,
in a time where truth wears filters
and the heart is measured by the rhythm of a screen.
And yet
somewhere within the endless noise,
a quiet breath endures,
like an unread poem in the corner of the soul.
Perhaps beauty no longer lives in appearance,
but in what remains when everything departs,
in a silence that asks for no explanation,
in a touch that has no need for a name.
And we, lost and found at once,
build meaning upon the ruins of words,
hoping that someone, somewhere,
will feel the truth we cannot say.
For in the end,
it is not the noise that survives,
but the echo of a sincere feeling
simple, fragile, eternal.
ยฉยฎ Xhuli Spahiu
26.
Poem: “The beauty of the world for man “
Poet: Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek .
From: Luton UK ๐ฌ๐ง
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Beautiful dawn
Birds cheerful chirping
Clear blue sky
Everything beautiful and exquisite
So my heart is joyful
Admires the emerging spring
The soul breaks out of the body
The charm of spring captivates her
All pain and suffering
Now it goes into oblivion
The mind gives thoughts secretly
I watch the world in awe
The beauty of spring opens up
The breath in my chest is taking it easy
Even the nights are warmer
The stars of the sky are brighter
Something amazes me very much today
Why a man does not admire
The beauty that spreads
Only darkness surrounds itself
Zero life in man today
The worst thing at a young age
Where is the joy of youth today
Where feelings of love today
How to avoid any quarrels
When people are so arrogant
Please stop this run
Go deep into your heart
Time flies so fast today
Life is leaking through your fingers
Stop being afraid of each other
Start uniting with your hearts
Finally wake up
Throw the ice out of your heart
Love our Earth
Let’s be one tribe to humanity
Author’s letter:
Wars will never end until man understands that he is the foundation of all humanity.
ยฉยฎ Amb. Dr. Tomasz Laczek
27.
Poem: “The Sweetest of the Poems”
Poet: Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi.
From: Yemen.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
In a deliberate journey,
I took my way to her through fourfold seasons,
hoping I might find her awaiting me:
The sweetest of the poems.
I traversed Spring,
lingering long in outset contemplations,
though it revealed not to me
even a bud of its opening verse.
I attempted again,
touching it more than I should,
but its hand bore not her fragrance,
despite the diversity of flowers.
“Perhaps in the thunder’s roar, she will burst,
Or within showers of hail she takes shape,”
I said it, as Summer stretched vast before me
pouring down without her sent-down grace.
She was not there,
even in a droplet beaded on a leaf
caressed by a slight breeze
before it fades to nothing.
“Maybe from a stark, lifeless void,
she will emerge in a season yet to be,”
I beguiled myself with such wishful thinking,
oblivious to how Winter speaks to me of itself:
in the nakedness of trees,
in the pallid face of the earth
in the hue-lacking, wasteland.
I pursued the last of all seasons,
sifting through withered leaves
beneath the shadow of dusk,
I whispered to me:
“I shall not bring my journey to an end
until I reach its opening verse.”
Then, after awhile, I turned my sight skyward,
meditating upon Almighty’s vast dominion
amid a long night of sleepless stars,
and thus she descended
in full-harmonious symmetry:
The sweetest of the poems.
ยฉยฎ Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi.
28.
Poem: “The Silent Guilt”
Poet: Dr Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi.
From: Pakistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
The evening faded all too soon,
Beneath the skyโs pale silver moon.
I wandered through the forest deep,
Where Nature seemed at rest, asleep.
I sat upon a lonely stone,
With quiet thoughts I called my own.
When sudden wings cut through the air,
An eagle struck from hidden lair.
It seized a hen with ruthless might,
And drew her into deadly fight.
Though weak, she struggled, brave and true,
For helpless chicks she dearly knew.
They fought beneath the darkening sky,
Where echoes carried every cry.
But strength prevailed, as fate decreed,
And left her lifeless in her need.
The eagle tore her fragile frame,
Unmoved by pity, void of shame.
I stepped aheadโbut could not act,
As fear and shock held my heart back.
Above, her chicks began to cry,
Their voices rose in mournful sigh.
Their tiny eyes, with sorrow filled,
Spoke of a love so purely willed.
Their falling tears upon me lay,
As if they whispered words to say:
โYou saw it all, yet chose to stand,
Instead of giving her your hand.โ
The forest hushed, the winds grew still,
As grief obeyed a silent will.
She gave her life in love so deep,
While I stood by, my soul to keep.
With heavy heart and lowered gaze,
I walked away through shadowed haze.
For guilt had carved within my soul
A wound no time could make me whole.
ยฉยฎ Dr Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi
Bio: I am Dr Muhammad Ishaq Abbasi world recognized Poet from Pakistan
29.
Poem: “The Broken Trust”
Poet: Anil Kumar Mishra.
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
The Broken Trust
When trust is whole,it breathes like dawn,
A quiet light the heart leans on;
Soft as the moon in silver grace,
It paints a calm on every face.
In whispered bonds and unseen thread,
In words once meant and gently said,
Love finds a home,emotions grow,
Attachments bloom in tender flow.
But when that fragile thread is torn,
A silent night replaces morn;
No echo lingers,warm or true,
Just hollow skies of darkest blue.
For trust once shattered leaves behind
A barren field within the mind;
No love remains,no feelings stay,
All gentle warmth has drained away.
The moon that once was full and bright
Now fractures in the grieving night;
Its silver face in pieces lies,
Scattered across the wounded skies.
Desires flicker,faint and cold,
Like dying embers losing hold;
What once was fire,alive and strong,
Now fades to ash,where none belong.
The stars collapse,their stories cease,
The cosmos breaks,deprived of peace;
A universe once vast and true
Now crumbles in a fractured view.
For trust is more than words we keep
It is the soulโs unguarded leap;
And when it breaks,so does the art
Of holding close another heart.
ยฉยฎ Anil Kumar Mishra.
30.
Poem: “Earth between Time and Space”
Poet: Elpiola Lluka.
From: Albania ๐ฆ๐ฑ
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
With the galaxy dancing,
the round Earth is lighter…
Milliards of years creation facing,
merged materials exploded in racing,
with green embrace now is fighter…
Unending creatures came in this life,
between them humans are breathing;
Along the forests deserted in strife,
while ego from greenery is leaving…
Nor the gravitational forces could,
erase all the greed around…
like a volcano irrational feelings would,
burn in magma and falsity without sound,
and human hearts stay underground…
An ocean of desires is endless,
stays between Time and Space…
Meridian around the globe dances faceless,
in desert the sense of water’s erased…
ยฉยฎ Elpiola Lluka.
31.
Poem: “The Drumbeat of the Third World War”
Poet: Zannatun Nur Shahola.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Kings wage wars to serve their selfish gain,
While the sons of innocent people bleed,
And merchants laugh as oil prices rise.
What kind of justice is this? Forever oppression
Falls only upon the weakโ
The cries of orphaned children
Stand as a piercing stain in history,
A tragic tale of civilization.
Life and livelihood grow ever harder for us,
Rice on our plates seems to float away in water,
While war-mongering rulers stir destruction,
Smoking in indifference.
Who is there, O brave oneโcome forth now!
Strangle the throats of all warmongers,
O force that shakes the very foundation of civilization,
With the crimson kajal of your loveโbring this to an end.
Awaken, allโawake in the crimson dawn,
The world now stands at the brink of a Third World War,
Step forward to surviveโ
Stop this war now.
ยฉยฎ Zannatun Nur Shahola.
32.
Poem: “SPECTRUM OF SILENCE”
Poet: Juanito Bernardo
From: Philippines
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Silence is the velvety sky
Cloud is the syncopated
sigh
Listen not to the fleeting
wind
Hold on to what’s constant
and firm
Silence is the deep blue sea
Words are minced in great
symphony
Don’t be shallow of how you
comprehend
Think as deep as the sea, blue
and pristine
Silence is the vast wilderness
Yearning for life and vigor in
sweet caress.
Don’t wander to a nowhere
land.
Search your place under the
golden sun.
Silence is the placid night
Revisiting the past of untold
delight
Don’t shape a future unfazed
of yesterday
Till the night greets a brand
new day.
ยฉยฎ Prof. Jun Valerio Bernardo
Bio: Professor Jun Valerio Bernardo has been teaching in various colleges in the Philippines for several years now handling different philosophy subjects. Prof . Bernardo was twice elected as a member of the Board of Directors of the Philosophical Association of the Philippines. He had some opportunities, as well, to deliver philosophical papers in a national conference. Prof. Bernardo has written several books both philosophical and literary (a collection of poems). As a poet, he has written many poems for international publication. He also received poetry accolade from various international poetry organizations.
33.
Poem: “THE BRIDGE OF SOULS”
Poet: Kujtim R Hajdari
From: Albania.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
In distant lands where cultures merge and interweave,
A gentle bond is born, a wounded heart is healed.
With open arms and smiles that every soul perceives,
In friendship’s steady light, our fates are now revealed.
Through gentle, whispered words and laughter shining bright,
Our differences all fade like stars in a silent night.
With every tender phrase we learn and slowly grow,
In unity’s soft dance, our spirits ebb and flow.
Though miles may lie between, our hearts are in accord;
In every act of grace, a holy spark is stirred.
We stand together here, a union to award,
And celebrate the love in this great, shared, divine word.
So let us raise a glass, for those both near and far,
In life’s great sky, you are my burning star.
With threads of friendship true, so steadfast and so strong,
The world is brighter now because of youโmy song.
ยฉยฎKujtim R Hajdari
34.
Poet: Jagoda Sabliฤ
From: Croatia
Poem: “DON’T WAKE ME UP”
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
DON’T WAKE ME UP
Don’t wake me up.
Let me dream.
Don’t wake the sleepy
Eyes, that embrace the
Night shadows.
In the vastness of the
Universe I look for you.
You are far away,
And yet , you are here
Beside me in every dream,
I will find you.
I fly towards the stars.
The Moon traces my path.
I see a light in the distance.
I see your silhouette
Walking towards me.
You extend your arms
To me.
You run towards me into
An embrace illuminated
By the moonlight.
You kiss my face, my body.
You kiss my lips with
Your honey kiss.
The stars sprinkle us with
Their dust.
I fly with you on the wings
Of space.
The fairies play our harps,
The Moon marries us.
With you, I fly to Paradise.
So,don’t wake me up.
Let me dream, becouse
I love you so much.
ยฉยฎ Jagoda Sabliฤ
35.
Poem: “Come, come be in hurry”
Poet: Prabir Kumar Rath.
From:India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
I met my friend the other day,
We were at bay.
The sun was just over-head,
We were finding cool-shed.
A beautiful girl Baconed me
I stared, at her, but couldn’t see
She came, from far to near
I thought, its very rare.
On a sunny morning wind blows,
That day I found my flaws.
I was no mere child then,
My mind tossed, it was teken.
We are very Innocent but cautious
Mind it life is on a circus
People, are merely player s
Success, loves one who is giver
Come come, let’s be on a hurry
All gets let, EGO where is in jury.
ยฉยฎ Prabir Kumar Rath.
36.
Poem: “THE CLOUD IS CRYING”
Poet: Jaroslav Kish
From: SERBIA
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
Tears fall
Hail is falling
Misery is falling
There is a stench
Since yesterday.
The cloud is crying
They cry like a cable
They are crying for their umbrella
Whom he left in heaven
The bar, drinking
Heavenly potion.
And became slim
Stature and voice
All women love him
And his arms and legs hurt
From top to bottom.
It’s not the old one anymore
It broke down
He is corrupted by ideals
He is spoiled by fortune tellers
And bad things
Which in solitude he tries
ยฉยฎ Jaroslav Kish
37.
Poem: “DROP OF LIFE”
Poet: Daniel Omar
From: Democratic Republic of the Congo
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 05 May 2026.
We breath because because we live
We talk because we’ve a special mouth
We help not because we have enough but love and share a little we have
We drink because we are thirsty
We laugh because we are happy
We cry because of the deepest feeling of life
Myself I write because I believe one my lines will speak audibly and heal suffering souls
A Drop of life is a life.
ยฉยฎ Daniel Omar
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