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01.
Poem: “A new creed”
Poet: Mary Garde.
From: Canada.
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
join me when I say
lets find a better way
respect each
others cultures
all of us have needs
doesn’t matter
where your from
there’s some who
want to take
from each of us
why cant we behave
like our individuality
is a right to have
basics in life
not just for one
for everyone
right for clean food
a roof over heads
a bed to lay upon
a right to our own
personal welfare
women to be equal
to those who want to dominate a women
I say your creator put you here to support each others need
show your children how
to treat each other
with respect
in the olden days
it was a different way
today one must be strong to hold on when
one is alone
lots of people have
lost a mate
be strong for those left alone to take over
Mary Garde
02.
Poem: “NO ONE”
Poet: Mustafa Naci รZER
From: Tรผrkiye.
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
No, no, I cannot believe it, not today,
That no one ever loved you in that way.
In this weary, tainted, senseless land,
No one ever loved you as I can.
Through lonely nights, through roads that seemed to end,
By flowing rivers, where my thoughts would wend,
In gardens where the early blossoms grew,
And deepest talks, my thoughts were all of you.
No one ever thought of you as I did,
No one ever burned with love as I did.
When autumn came and brought its solemn news,
Our eyes, our hearts, our love had just begun to choose.
The nights, the days, the seats where we would stay,
Bear witness to the fire that would not fade away.
Let all of them bear witness to this flame:
No one ever burned for you the same.
When you departed for the final time,
I could not watch you leave, nor cross that line.
God is my witness, as you went away,
My heart fell on the road and followed where you strayed.
No, no, I cannot believe itโno, not ever:
That no one loved you as I loved you, never.
No one thought of you the way I knew,
No one burned upon the road for you.
And no one ever lived within your heart
The way I did, right from the very startโฆ
No oneโฆ
No oneโฆ
Mustafa Naci รZER
03.
Poem : “A Plate of Words”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
From: Bangladesh ๐ง๐ฉ
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
O Lord!
Give me a plate of Words,
I want to write a beautiful poem.
That poem;
A poem is a seed of The World.
A poem is a seed of True and Honesty,
A poem is a seed of The Nation,
A poem is a seed of Life.
O Lord!
Give me a plate of Words,
I want to write a beautiful poem.
That poem;
A poem is a seed of Lesson,
A poem is a seed of Love.
A poem is a seed of Destiny,
A poem is a seed of Conquer,
O Lord!
Don’t
Give me a plate of Words,
If , I want to write;
That poem can spread;
A poem is a seed of War,
The poem is a seed of Hate,
The poem is a seed of Dark,
The poem is a seed of Poverty,
The poem is a seed of Miseducation.
Thanks dear Lord;
Let me stop now.
Afroza Jesmine
04.
Poem: “THE CUP OF AUTUMN”
Poet: Vรต Thแป Nhฦฐ Mai
From: Australia
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
The afternoon seems to hide its shyness
The cup of autumn makes me drunk
You wander with the wind painting on trees
Sketching a kiss upon my brow
It seems you have thought of me
When passing the cafe we went
Hand in hand tightly to sip twilight
Letting words of love searching their home
The sunlit woman’s hair of four seasons
Holding her youthful time with lines of poetry
A river was gloomy next to rows of trees
All of a sudden feeling refreshed and vibrant
It seems the clouds are no longer the same
Deeply in love, forgetting the moon must set
Greeting dawn with anemones in the rain
Left isolated, embracing pale promises
It seems a lifetime is too short my love
Going downhill to admire sim flowers blooming
Donโt torment ourselves over a bitter drop of honey
The cup of autumn is what we are searching for
Vรต Thแป Nhฦฐ Mai
05.
Poem: “Woman”
Poet: EVA Petropoulou Lianou
From: Greece ๐ฌ๐ท
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
Woman,
You are alive
A mother
A daughter
Womens,
We respect eachother
We support eachother
Our power is strong
When we are together
Woman,
A friend
That we never leave you at your hard time
Woman,
The creativity
The poetry
The art
Woman we must celebrate and be respected everyday ๐๐น๐น
EVA Petropoulou Lianou
06.
Poem: “Past and Present Life”
Poet: Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
From: China
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
In my past life
I was your mulberry maid in Chu
Wandering the groves, day by day, year by year
I waitedโ
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
โwhere 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
Dear sister, thank you for your invitation. I’ve been so busy with my activities these days. Lan Xin (Lanxin Samei)
07.
Poem: “COME, DARLING.”
Poet: Kujtim R. Hajdari
From: Albania
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
I wander by our lake tonight in moonlit gleam,
Your shadow drowns the dusk that gathers in the air;
The waters carve your face in silver like a dream,
And trees beat leaves, leaving sorrow in the air.
I close and press my eyes, to drive you far away,
But dark, like starless seas, can frighten me so deep;
Your name, a moth of night, comes winging on its way;
It beats bright wings, bringing sunlight into my heart.
The birds borrow your voice, so tender, soft, and sweet,
I cover up my ears, so bells may cease to ring;
Yet songs pull me, and pierce my heart with wounded beat,
And wake your memories within me, wing by wing.
The flowers fan the love around me as it cries,
The breeze of roses brings your fragrance close to me;
Even the grass I tread sighs softly where it lies,
As if I weigh the flowers of a reverie.
Come, darling, donโt wait for Sunday; itโs far away,
Time melts slowly inside the sunsetโs fading hue;
Come, darling, donโt wait for Sunday; itโs far away,
Without us, nature drowns her beauty in deep rue.
Kujtim R. Hajdari
08.
Poem: “SILENCE FOLLOWED ME”
Poet: Jagoda Sabliฤ
From: Croatia
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
Silence Followed me
Silences followes me
Until I met YOU.
The night were lonely
And long,
The morning full of
Tears and sorrow.
Silence was my
Only companion.
Then HE appeared,
Handsome as APOLLO.
His voice was gentle
As violin,
His eyes filled with
Sunlight and warmth.
Day after day,
I felt him,
His soul,
HIS LOVE.
HE was no illusion.
HE was real.
With his voice,
He broke my silence.
He is within me,
Beside him,every
Drem of mine sails.
I am his LOVE.
Jagoda Sabliฤ
09.
Poem: “Exodus”
Poet: Yeon Myung ji
From: Korea
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
Tomahawk missiles poured down
on Shazare Girls’ Elementary School.
An error in the settings of old data
that crushed the elementary school as it passed,
the whole lives of the children
who had believed
and moved away from the embrace where they played
disappeared together.
The place name we met
for the first and last time,
the warmth of people is out of place.
Listening to desperate screams,
I am crossing the desert of Jericho.
Useless peace
is cooking the sadness that startled us.
The shoes of children
who have lost their bodies
are crying out on the playground.
Daniel, who is hiding,
every moment in the world is ominous.
Please do not read anxiety as prayer.
Powerless peace,
swept up in enormous fear,
cannot even cry out loud.
Missiles are pouring into the desert,
and in the sandstorm
I am searching for names.
When the children’s names are broken by the bombing,
barefoot mothers,
who learned the sky through the cracks of windows,
are wandering around searching for their children.
Yeon Myung ji
10.
Poem: “YEARNING”
Poet: Laskiaf Amortegui
From: Colombia
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
โThe house is empty. Could the house have gone with Mom?
Mom no longer smiles; Mom was the tuning fork of the home.
The pots grew cold, their aroma faded, and their symphony disappeared. The kitchen fell
silent. Family laughter stopped echoing off the walls: the children grew up and left.
Dad left the nest long ago, and behind him, Mom.
The house experienced its zenith beside her; her soul and her essence left secret stories
within its barren walls. The house is sad; Mom didn’t return. She left without luggage or her cane.
The house smiles when my siblings and I peer in; it takes refuge in the corner of yesterday,
perhaps searching for Mom, the eldest matriarch.
โLaskiaf Amortegui
11.
Poem: “TODAY”
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
Now we have a new situation,
We are nearer the reall solution:
We studied and past through
And know what is falce and what is true!
Nobody can manipulate our history,
As all others we love liberty.
So long we can see and hear ,
The real solution comes everyday nearer!
We have for everything a reason
And can find a solution for each season.
But equality is most important
And can’ t manipulate each delirant!
Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri.
12.
Poem: ” Felt Not Heard- Sundarbans.”
Poet: Souvik Sarkar.
From: Kolkata,India
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
I’ve heard him through everyone’s ears,
the name passed like warm rice from hand to hand in winter.
I’ve seen him through some people’s eyes,
his stripes still caught,rough, on their pupils.
In Sundarbans, I did not get his sound.
No roar cut the salt-air.
No paw snapped the breathing root.
But I felt him.
In the shiver leaf to leaf, keora leaves trembling without wind.
In bark damp against my palm, moss-slick cold.
In mud sucking my feet, soft, unwilling to let go,
filling the hollow Of his print with water.
Not heard,Not seen.
Felt- because after he passed, the air stayed warm,where his flank had been.
ยฉยฎ Souvik Sarkar
13.
Poem: “BIRD”
Poet: Aminu Femi Jamiu
From: Nigeria.
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
O bird of no worry,
Listen to the wild wind,
Your fear feeds the sky,
Let your limbs stretch on high,
As gravity gives thee a longing.
Listen to the heaven above,
Thou art the angel in the sky.
If Nature gives thee joy,
If Man gives thee sorrow,
Then learn from thy earthly misery.
Soar and soar, as you linger in the air.
Let thy soul taste the mist of time,
And build thy nest therein, above the clouds.
The trees shall miss thy melody,
Even the forest shall mourn thee in silence.
Look down from the sky above โ
The nest thou weaved
Now holds vipers ready
To devour thee.
So, soar and soar,
Till thou become a shooting star.
ยฉ Aminu Femi Jamiu
14.
Poem: “The Honest Garbage Collector”
Poet: Mufid Nabzo
From: Syria
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
Cleaner than many of the worldโs rulers.
He deals with garbageโthe kind that is collected, treated, and recycled.
But what of the garbage of the soul?
Some of it is recycled every day, only to emerge from its dump bearing new layers of filth.
This smell is sweeter than the finest Parisian perfumes.
He walks through the neighbourhoods, freeing them from disease,
carrying away whatever has weighed upon their streets.
He faces the summer heat and the winter cold,
beginning each day without a sound.
Faithful to his work, open-faced and uncomplaining,
he neither grumbles nor sighs, nor leaves behind a single foul word.
How many rulers carry within themselves a landfill with no bins!
How many drape themselves in perfume,
yet cannot conceal the stench of their desires and their hidden filth!
There he isโthe sanitation worker, wearing his broad smile,
setting out each morning, indifferent to the eyes that follow him.
He gathers the rubbish bags from outside the houses,
while his humble clothes grow more honourable with every day, though they bear no medals.
His hands wipe the streets clean, yet carry none of their dirt into his heart.
And there are hands that appear spotless,
yet cannot wash away the filth that has settled within those who own them.
The bread of the day and the dignity of honest work are enough for him.
He gives the street its cleanliness and returns home with a heart lighter than when he left.
Elsewhere stand spacious palaces, overflowing vaults, and souls too narrow for their own inhabitants;
until wealth has become abundant in their hands and scarce within their hearts.
I honour this man as I honour the miners: faces covered in coal dust, hearts whiter than snow.
In their minds, white doves coo with love, keeping time with a concerto of peace and a sonata of mercy,
upon a stage whose lights never go out and whose curtain never fallsโ
for the finest performances are those that do not end when the ap plause fades.
Mufid Nabzo
15.
Poem: “What Makes Us Human”
Poet: Menda VRETO
From: Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
Love begins
where judgment falls silent,
where the other is no longer reduced
to category, function, or belonging.
It begins with the recognition
of a dignity that precedes
merit, fault, identityโ
a dignity that requires no justification.
To love humanity
is not to absolve it.
It is to confront its contradictions
without reducing the human being
to the limits of our understanding.
It is to accept imperfection
without turning it into condemnation;
to protect vulnerability
without mistaking it for weakness.
Perhaps the deepest ethic of love
lies in this renunciation:
to possess nothing,
to correct no one,
to decide who deserves compassion.
Simplyโto recognize.
Because every human existence
contains something irreducible:
a dimension of being
no one has the right
to diminish into a number,
a function,
or a disposable remainder.
And when our names have faded
from the memory of the world,
when all that we believed ourselves to be
has yielded to the time that outlives us,
one question may remain:
Did our presence
increase the dignity of the world,
or merely its capacity
for indifference?
Menda VRETO
16.
Poem: “I yearn to live “
Poet: Sajid Soomro
From: Sindh, Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
in my own tongue,
Even if translated,
I’ll remain young,
In many languages,
I may be expressed,
But love’s essence,
none can repress.
No matter how hard
you try to tear me apart,
I won’t stray from
love’s gentle heart,
You may jot down
notes on the
margins of your mind,
But can you
truly contain
the sorrows left behind?
Can you lock away memories, like a bird in a cage?
Or make a paper boat
of sorrow, and let it drift away?
No, never, for I am
love’s echoing voice,
Resonating in your ears,
a heartfelt choice.
Despite all precautions,
I’ll rustle and sway,
Like papers stuck beneath the weight of thoughts each day,
Deep in your heart,
my presence will stay,
A constant reminder,
come what may.”.
Sajid Soomro
Bio: Sajid Soomro is a poet. He was born in Village Garhi Mori, District Khairpur Mirs, Sindh, Pakistan, 4 March 1980. He is an M.A. in Sindhi Literature, University of Sindh.
17.
Poem: “Unconditional Friendship Love”
Poet: Andromachi Benekou
From: Greece ๐ฌ๐ท
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
I heard a nightingale in the valley
this brought the melodies of tranquility
it filled my heart with feeling of honey
it recognized the worth of friendship with civility!
We are lucky to experience devotion
in this long-term colourful companionship
the love fills the boundless ocean
the bird assures us, it is an augurship!
We walk selflessly on the solidarity path
swimming constantly in the lake of trust
it is fabulous, divine, heavenly bath
we are wrapped in shining stardust!
Andromachi Benekou
18.
Poem: “The Butterfly in the Rain”
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
You came like a butterfly into the rain,
Wings trembling beneath a silver sky;
I held out love, but not to make you stay,
Only to shelter the dream passing by.
Each raindrop carried a word we feared,
Each silence hid a touch unsaid;
You were the colour the storm erased,
Yet somehow brighter inside my head.
Love was never a cage for fragile wings,
Nor a promise carved in stone;
You flew when the clouds began to darkenโ
And left your rainbow in my heart alone.
Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
19.
Poem: “UNTIL THIS LIFE ENDS”
Poet: Dr. Parvinder Nagi
From: India
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
Mystical web spun in the mingled paths so beautiful
Memories of the past journey we walked through
Our sweet nights mesmerising under the galaxies enchanting
Love began under the stars brimming through the breezes swift
Silently you stepped in through the brightest of moonlights
Holding onto the desires overflowing in emotions deep
Dreaming joyous dreams in the world of ecstasies
Fiery echoes, night trysts under the shadows dark
Love’s greatest truth wrapped in the divine azures
Rests in thy bosom of the celestial skies so magnificent
Intoxicating by the fragrances of your tresses so beautiful
I lay celebrating in my soul -conscious every thought of yours
Touching my senses through the feelings so vibrant
I would love to embrace you till infinity
We were destined to meet in this birth what may
And our souls never to part until this life ends!
Dr. Parvinder Nagi
20.
Poem: “CONFESSION OF AN ANGEL”
Poet: Martha Vaskandira
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
(An antiwar poem dedicated to all angels lost in vain)
Black birds unfold their shrieks.
Warning of solitude and death in a place where dawn is always dark.
Naked hands wash death in the river.
So white they are, so innocent…
Like bloomed lillies in the river banks that leaned forward to kiss the dead bodies of the Angels that doll its waters.
They spew wars out in the seas of the silver bullet.
A journey full of tears in the delta of hell.
Hawks spread their wings.
Their shadow buried love in the caves.
Swallowed chilrenโs laughter.
Mother stands in the rain.
She is holding the Spring flower.
Too soon, it was picked.
Her eyes, black oceans full of sunken worlds.
Her three-year old boy, wiser from the pain and curse of its people, touched eternity.
His words like Bethleem stars that will never set.
Loud in her ears, slowly, painfully, curve the mind and uproot the body.
The soul kneels in front of their Holy gaze.
โโMama, when I go up, I will tell everything to Godโโ.
The miracle yealded.
Martha Vaskandira
Translation: Dora Douva
21.
Poem: “We Cannot Forget Each Other”
Poet: Amarilda Dokollari
From: Albania ๐ฆ๐ฑ
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
Do you keep me inside you,
am I the one you miss?
Am I life within your life,
am I the one who completes you?
Does your soul have my soul within it,
does your heart have a heart inside it too?
Do you search for me in your thoughts,
when night comes and you are not with me?
Do you feel me with every breath,
in those moments when we are not
together?
Am I the one who never leaves
your heart, not even for a moment?
Does the memory of my name awaken you,
when night falls and you are alone?
Do you speak to me in your silence,
when no one else is beside you?
When silence covers the two of us,
does a tear sometimes fall from the eye?
Even when the world keeps us apart,
heartsโฆ. cannot forget each other.
Amarilda Dokollari,
Albanian author , Amarilda Dokollari, from the beautiful city of Pogradec, is a heartfelt and sincere voice in contemporary Albanian poetry. She writes with an open soul, transforming her personal experiences into verses that deeply touch the hearts of her readers. Her poetry is born from love, pain, absence, and hopeโgenuine emotions that she expresses with beautiful simplicity and rare sensitivity.
22.
Poem: “A Corrupted Last Supper”
Poet: Latifa Harbaoui,
From: Algeria.
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
What call is this? What lung sustains the air?.
The tones of those who moan quiver in their voices….
What have they become now?.
What has become of their throats, eroded by excess of praise?.
How did they forget the ring of the beginning, as they overdid their scowl?.
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They turn their severed fingers, stricken with melody-blindness….
A momentary bewilderment overtakes them, then they lean on an unread solfรจge, reducing clarity as though granting the howl a chance….
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Was the orphan truly playing upon his father’s string?.
Or was he merely an unarmed cry, unaware, the night before, of a hasty supper for ten visible dead, trading their remains amid a stumble of dress?.
A bewildering, tidy shame clothes them, and the shroud hanging from one man’s chair is coiled about by charred legs….
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Yet they immerse themselves in translucent white, untempted by any hypothetical morsel with which to atone for inherited, unforgivable sins….
They set up idols beside the earth that fed them from hunger, secured them from fear, and kissed the brow of each one before he sank into his idol….
And in the end they defiled her last supper, roamed about a tilted table, leaned with its lean, then overturned their empty plates, and devoured one .
another….
Latifa Harbaoui,
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23.
Poem: “The Mirror”
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad
From: Gaza City
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
I was shocked
when I looked into the mirror
after months of homelessness and torture.
I saw a face
I no longer recognized.
A face where grey hair
had filled my thick beard,
while meandering lines of wrinkles
covered my forehead.
The ashes of rubble
had scarred my skin,
as if the paws of destruction
had torn it apart.
Months of torture
and unending fear.
Every night carried
a horrible story,
and every day brought
enough frightening moments
to drain the mind
and leave the heart
aching deeply,
barely beating for life.
I became someone
I no longer knew,
as if I were a stranger
to myself.
I had been running
on a journey without end,
searching for somewhere safe,
carrying my children
and all my burdens
like a wild, lost horse
through a jungle
filled with danger and fear,
seeking a moment
only a moment
of peace,
of safety,
of being myself again.
Ahmed Miqdad
24.
Poem: “Solitude Has Boundaries”
Poet: kakali Bhowmik
From: India.
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
The moment you confess
you are singleโ
or simply inhabit solitude,
that very moment,
different minds
begin drafting their own maps,
setting their own traps.
Some think you are available for anything.
Some think you desperately crave
the space they wish to occupy.
Some contemplate that you might need
emotional support.
Only you know
what your mind permits.
You love to have only
valid, clear, limited answersโ
nothing presumed,
nothing intruded upon.
They often forget:
solitude does not
offer access
to whatever they might wish.
Being alone
is not an invitation.
Silence is not consent.
Solitude has its own boundariesโ
and those who approach it
must learn to respect them;
for solitude is not an open door,
and no one is entitled
to cross its threshold.
ยฉยฎ kakali Bhowmik
Bio: Smt Kakali Bhowmik belongs to Tripura, India. She is a state govt employee, a master healer and a creative writer. Many of her writings including poems, short stories, flesh fiction, quotes, Articles have been published in International, National and local Newspaper, Megazines.
25.
Poem:โDeceptive Eyes(Excerpt from the Novella )โ
Poet: Lulzim Hajdari
From:Albania.
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
The two eyes of a woman, piercing like needles and stinging me right in the heart, fixed themselves on me mercilessly.
At first, I did not give them much importance, for I was not one of those who immediately surrendered to beauty or to the perhaps innocent or unintended glance of some woman, as often happens during evening walks, in passing on the street or in cafรฉs!…
Amid these thoughts, I raised my head again toward that womanโor girl; I did not know what to call her at that moment!…
Once more, her glowing eyes, radiating powerfully, looked at me with even greater attention.
This time, that gaze won me over. Those eyes, with the rays they cast, were stronger than the rays of the sun itself, warmer; the light those eyes emitted was not possessed even by daylight itself. That clarity, that blueness, was not possessed even by the sky on its clearest days!…
Those eyes seemed so innocent. They were searching for something. Somehow, those eyes seemed to me as if something, something was missing from them…
In my soul, I felt the fire of passion. It is very true, then, that beauty can blind the eyes. At that moment, she was the dearest painting of my eyes, the most beautiful painting I had ever seen in life. Her living portrait bewildered me!
I had not moved at all from my place. She had somehow moved away from me. I understood such a thingโthat, with her outward appearance, she had left me utterly stunned. But I, too, had drawn her attention, because she would stop in front of some shop window and turn gracefully, without attracting notice, looking toward me with a characteristic, special little smile that won you over.
Meanwhile, an intoxicating sparkle spread from her beautiful eyes, rushing straight toward me, and I sank into them!…
I became very curious; something was pushing me toward her, and I began to follow her… I did not want it to happen; I was not of an age for such actions, but!…
I was around fortyโnot that I could be called old, but I thought it was not proper for me to wander the streets looking at people, especially those of the opposite sex, and follow them from behind. But something had burst forth from the very first second when our glances crossed… Yes, yes, something one could not withstand. Ahh… love knows no age…
Her face was covered in soft shades of color; her fine, almost invisible, pink veins gave her an irresistible appearance… Yes, yes, I say it openly: her beauty symbolized the melting together of all the flowers on the earthly globe…
What does it matter, I said to myself; she and I are searching for something we have not found until now. We are searching for something that perhaps exists only within the two of us…
She stopped before an outer iron gate, took a key from her bag, and opened it. Inside that wall with iron railings painted greenโwhich matched the surrounding greeneryโstood a beautiful two-story villa with a variety of balconies…
ยฉยฎ Lulzim Hajdari
Translate Kujtim Hajdari
26.
Poem: “Remnants of a Shared Horizon”
Poet: Sajid Hussain
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
Fragments of destiny made solitude,
As my lifelong companion,
Lulled every desire to sleep ,
Within the arms of silence,
Simply accepted every pain,
A shattered heart on every beat,
Upon the architecture of my dreams,
Laughter upon my lips,
Under moisture in my eyes,
Believing that the sacrifice of the self,
Was the sole inheritance of my devotion.
Would preserve the permanence of affection,
I surrendered even my smallest joys,
Within the hidden chambers of my being,
A hand held through adversity,
A shared passage through the seasons,
A fidelity that would endure,
The vicissitudes of fortune,
But the companion altered its course,
Proceeded beyond the boundaries of,
Our shared horizon,
Still I remain among the remnants,
Offering my grievances to silence,
With my voice upon the threshold of hope
I will search for the reality of my feelings.
ยฉยฎ Sajid Hussain
27.
Poem: “The Hymn of Intoxication”
Poet: Hani Al-Fahham.
From: Yemen
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
(Exile Hymns for a Drunken Man) The wine is drunk,
And the light’s voice is dim,
And words are extinguished,
And nothing remains but a white dove
In her hand, a peace offering…
Two wine glasses and two roses,
And a bed of ages, and there are “two lovers”
So when will the scent of mint waft
From the heart of words?
And today there is no language
Nor any meaning to the journey of the daisy!
The wine is drunk,
And meaning is addicted;
Every poem comes to you with dizzying letters…
The poetry isn’t yours,
Nor do the rhymes stir you when they arrive…
Distribute your worries and lean on silence.
For time is wounded by place…
The wine is drunk,
And the harbor chants its essence,
And the sea searches for its lecture,
And the wave recounts the oar’s tale
In the chaos of wreckage…
And seagulls on the horizon
Playing without your awareness,
And the water purifies you, exiled one
In the marble islands…
Bio: The poet Hani Al-Fahham was born on June 2, 1984, in the village of Hawra Samiโ in the Taiz Governorate of Yemen. His father is Mohammed Qaid and his mother is Nour Saeed Saad. He studied at Taiz University, graduating with a bachelor’s degree in Accounting, and currently resides in the Ibb Governorate of Yemen.
28.
Poem: “A Guide to a Happy Life “
Poet: Syed Shah Hussain
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
Wake up early at your parentsโ call,
Wash your face and handsโthatโs all.
Take ablution and offer morning prayer
Recite the holy Quran with care
Brush your teeth, let them shine bright,
Exercise daily, eat fruits, it feels so right.
Have breakfast early, keep your routine,
Speak the truth, stay fresh and clean.
Work with others, show care and share,
Play outside, respect elders, let your spirit dare.
Time is precious, donโt let it stray,
Use it wisely, make the most of your day.
Moments once gone wonโt return back,
For better , have a milkshake snack.
Positive thoughts bring joy to your mind,
Leave the bad and let peace unwind.
Eat healthy food and drink water more,
Set big ambitions, let your dreams soar.
Learn safety rules for the roads you take,
Read at home, for knowledgeโs sake.
If you are wise, never waste your time ,
Eat veggies, enjoy Hussain poetic rhymes
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ยฉยฎ Syed ShahHussain
29.
Poem: “The Metaphor of Hope”
Poet: Menduh Leka
From: Albania
Primelore Published Date: 27 September Sunday 2026.
(E=LรCยฒ=Godโs Smile)
โWe will be luckier than we were,
We will discover the Code of Recreation.
With a libretto of sacrifice we will travel
For the sake of Love.
โTomorrow should not be a day too late for us.
โIt was too early for sorrow,
Weโll close the mouth of the syntax of disappointment.
โWeโll enjoy before the coming of joy,
Weโll wander before sorrow haunts us,
โTo feel the multiplicity of the speed of light,
To experience infinity,
โTo be alone…
There…
There…
There, where even the end will not reach us.
ยฉยฎ Menduh Leka
Bio: Menduh Leka is an Albanian poet, editor and literary critic from Kosovo, with a professional background in electronics engineering. His poetry is marked by a postmodern and philosophical sensibility, often bringing together science, technology, love, metaphysics and the mysteries of human existence.
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