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01.
Poem:”I Love Humanity ”
Poet: Mustafizur Rahman Chowdhury
From: Bangladesh 🇧🇩
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
I love people.
I write for all —
Beyond party, beyond creed,
Beyond caste and color.
For me there is no division —
No Hindu, Muslim, Buddhist, Christian, Jain.
No hill tribe, no native clan,
Only free citizens of every land.
To love one another, this is nature’s law,
This is divine, eternal and pure.
I practice poetry for mankind,
And age after age, they seek me,
Restless, wandering, yearning to find.
©️ ®️ Mustafizur Rahman Chowdhury.
02.
Poem: “No Dad”
Poet: Mary Garde
From: Canada
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
in a family there’s not always a father to see
children grow with out
his love to help them have a family with mom
and dad it is sad
children don’t learn
he will protect them
while he can
he isn’t there to
show a boy
what his role shoul be to be a man
he’s not there
to show
a girl she has a dad
who can take her by the hand
teach her how
to deal with boys
walk her down the isle
if she needs one there
it must be awesome to have a man
say to you little girl
you are my princess
a little boy I’ll teach you how to stand in life be strong help your mother with all she needs
to do to raise boys I’d love to have had a dad one who’d pat me on the head say it’s okay I’ll take care of you
©️ ®️ Mary Garde
03.
Poem: “Base Colour of life”
Poet: Afroza Jesmine
From: Bangladesh 🇧🇩
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
Read your book attentively from born to death.
Evening afternoon noon or morning,
Deeply feel your moments.
God give us knowledge for speak about good or bad<
Remember, Allah always looking our activities.
Eanything good or bad try to feel;
Ending or starting ofcourse try to good feelings;
Never forget Allah is with us.
Best time or worest time always try to be strong minded.
Love all people around from the world,
Under or up Allah is everywhere.
Even your life or your death never he forget.
©️ ®️ Afroza Jesmine
04.
Poem: “FULL MOON”
Poet: Mustafa Naci Ă–ZER
From: TĂĽrkiye.
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
I laid aside the deck of passing years,
Opened the doors of my heart to every soul;
Yet only one became my beloved,
I offered her the sky within my palms.
There was a single shining star,
The sky was sparkling bright that night;
The full moon wrapped the heavens all around,
I drank its light to my heart’s delight that night.
Perhaps you never saw the full moon without me,
Nor that bright star for no reason at all;
I watched them long on an autumn evening,
And stitched my longing into the sky without complaint.
The full moon hid its nakedness behind a cloud,
While the star watched on, refusing to lose its wildness;
Once more I relived the clarity of your face,
And blended into its light the sacredness of love.
©️ ®️ Mustafa Naci ÖZER
05.
Poem: “Walk Toward Dawn”
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai
From: Australia
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
Some rise with heavy eyes
Some rise with hopeful hearts
The market lights are shimmering
The market lights are swaying
There are hands heavy with burdens
There are hands lifting up dreams
We all walk through fierceful storms
We all walk through winding roads
And sometimes, all we need is someone to listen
Someone to listen, and someone to understand
©️ ®️ Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
06.
Poem: “Breathe”
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianoy
From: Greece.
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
Breathe
U are having 1 second to see your whole life before you die..Choose…
Re born in anorher reality
©️ ®️ Eva Petropoulou Lianoy
07.
Poem: “Your Love Will Eventually Come”
Poet: Lan Xin (Lan Xin Sa Mei).
From: China
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
The hardships and perplexities encountered in life
Are often hard to embrace in the moment
Later you will suddenly realize
Everything is destined for the best
Heaven never makes you lose give up or wait without cause
It merely leads you toward something finer
I always believe
To miss someone not meant for you
Is a deliberate trial and design from above
Stay true to who you are
A better soulmate will come for you
To miss things not meant to be
Is a thoughtful test and arrangement
It sees if you can grow stronger through setbacks
Keep striving march forward and walk the right path
You will gather strength and reap remarkable achievements
May someone dear
Heal all your wounds
Settle all your grievances
Untie all your tangles
Fill all your emptiness
Make up for all your regrets
May you meet the one your heart longs for and let go of life’s unfairness
May you embrace the sweetest love and leave past sorrows behind
©️ ®️ Lan Xin
08.
Poem: “The Key of God”
Poet: Yeon Myung- Ji
From:
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
He holds an astonishing key—a key that touches
the tender love that leans toward sunset.
In a garden that measures the weight of wind,
night opens its door
so the flowers, done with their tasks, may drift away.
On afternoons when the breadth of water shrinks
under the breath of clouds,
we must spend the whole day facing only shadow
and revive the voices of flowers
swallowed by darkness.
Wherever light has vanished,
God trims the edges of sunlight
and releases them into the garden.
Rain falls near the foreheads of flowers—
the graves of those that have left the garden.
Rain gathers around the flowers,
whispering: let us flow away.
The damp breath of clouds
lifts the roots of flowers again.
God’s garden,
where one comes to know humidity
and the temperature of sunlight,
is so deep and wide
it can hold thousands of stories.
There is a wondrous key—
a key that will open
the flowers that cannot flow.
©️ ®️ Yeon Myung- Ji
09.
Poem: “OUR HOMELAND”
Poet: SHAIP ZEQIR ZEQIRI
From: Albania
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
There are open doors,
For all friends and native albanians:
They can be closed only for oligarcs and invadors,
We all are peacefull and liberians!
It’ s the last time to be unite,
Our ideals us invite:
To turn back to our families
And take care for our future,
Protecting freedom and nature!
It’s the only place where we were born,
nothing can us stop, no guns or any drones.
So long we were as foreign,
On different countries of the world,
We come back home, it’ s our word.
There must be equality
And possibility to work and live.
We look for real humanity,
There is our God that we all believe.
©️ ®️ SHAIP ZEQIR ZEQIRI.
10.
Poem: “Ice Coffee”
Poet: Sim woo Ki.
From: South Korea.
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
One must carry the heart of winter.
To look upon the round ice floating in a glass
and the dry frost clinging to snow-covered pine branches
with the very same temperature—
I spend the whole summer making ice.
I fill every bowl to the brim,
then take the January sun
caught on the tip of a spruce tree
and stir it into the cold coffee.
Each time I stir the coffee,
a season settles to the bottom.
For only skin long disciplined by cold
can erase the tragedy
from the sound of the wind.
When round ice and square ice
knock against each other
and play inside the glass,
I behold Nothingness
as they slowly disappear.
It is only the sound of leaves
rising from the earth,
the sound of the same wind
filling the empty sky.
Standing in the snow
with my ears open,
I am no longer
one who eats ice,
but one
who has become ice.
The moment I realize
that I am nothing,
only then does it begin to reveal itself—
the emptiness that is nowhere,
and the emptiness
already overflowing everywhere.
I melt as I stand,
I stand as I vanish.
I am
February’s transparent snowman.
©️ ®️Sim woo Ki
11.
Poem: “Final Liquidation”
Poet: Souad Al-Kuwari.
From: Qatar
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
Burdened like you with my loneliness and my head
Only my head is swinging
Like a ball with crazy feet playing with it
Kicking it from all sides.
Oh the noise I can’t hear
Be kind with me
I am still a beginner in your world
Be kind with me
I have lost my hearing since childhood.
Burdened like you in my loneliness and my head
My head only
With these roofs open to nothing,
With this foreign language that is led
By blind pirates.
With these signs whose meanings are unknown
By anyone
Be kind with me, I can’t hear.
To the noise, I submitted my latest report
Detailed about my case
Explaining what can not be explained
But it refused to understand me
So I threw the last interpretation
In the flood.
I started trying again
How do I get into their noise?
Without dropping the headset
Or being exploded.
Burdened like you in my loneliness and my head
My head only
Pick me up…
Before I fall into the bowels of the thunderbolt
Before I turn into a scream or a shot
Pick me up…
I only hear the noise of the wind
And the ticking of the clock escaped from my grasp.
©️ ®️Souad Al-Kuwari.
12.
Poem: “The Roofs of Houses”
Poet: Abdel Latif Moubarak
From: Egypt
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
It peeks from the window of our hearts,
And steps onto the paths that have drunk
From its spring, the tales.
Upon a thousand civilians who implore,
And thousands of throats whose echo
Is the roofs of houses.
Their lament still embraces them,
And gathers them,
A million prayers,
Except what it couldn’t contain.
And you, who are ascetic within your prison, waiting
For a glimpse of light,
Just to caress your forehead.
Your umbilical cord between you
And the homeland,
Knows you overcome your tears
And split your chest for the cities,
So that life may enter them,
Free from the gloomy darkness clinging
To every wall that the specter of silence
Has demolished.
These are thousands of throats whose echo
Is the roofs of houses.
©️ ®️ Abdel Latif Moubarak
13.
Poem: “Dance in the Rain”
Poet: Tanja Ajtic
From: Serbia/Canada
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
Water flows over my chest.
In the dance in the rain,
I imagine we are together.
My lips are damp, whispering verses.
I am not bitter; the water fills me up.
Living water. The rain touches me.
I smile.
Because love and poetry are the same.
In the rain, you will be on my chest.
Then I will only whisper: let it not stop.
Let the rain not stop.
My lips will touch your damp cheeks
with the warmth and breath of life from my body.
With breath and sigh, I breathe and sigh.
The night is deep.
Those sounds when the rain falls
can reincarnate everything anew.
Renew everything.
Create new life.
Water as the primal element of everything,
existence, life.
In my eyes, there is light and I hear magic sounds
that can break the sky.
Only tonight.
©️ ®️ Tanja Ajtic
14.
Poem: “Beloved Body”
Poet: Panagiota P. Lampri.
From: Greece
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
Lips, cherry-red,
radiated smiles.
Eyes, dark as olive pits,
cast sensuous glances.
The body, a feast for the eyes,
yielded itself gracefully.
Now those sensuous lips have fallen silent,
those sensuous eyes have set,
the longed-for body has departed,
and the hands—
ah, those beloved hands—
embrace another body,
desire another body.
©️ ®️Panagiota P. Lampri.
15.
Poem: “The Perfume of Happiness”
Poet: Bertha Galán.
From: Bolivia
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
Happiness is the spark of laughter
when tears purify the soul,
the hand that reaches out into the void
and the smile at the threshold of the heart.
It is a sigh of rain and memory
A melody that embraces the silences,
essence guarded by the roses
voice of the children who fill the house.
And seeds germinating life!
Happiness exists in the soul
with the scent of earth and dew,
ignites the wonder of the jungle
and pours out the vastness of the sea.
Blessed is life in its sacred journey
His infinite gifts, divine breath,
every moment blossoms like a miracle
Every breath, a hymn of gratitude.
©️ ®️ Bertha Galán.
16.
Poem: “FULL MOON NIGHT”
Poet: Jagoda Sablić
From: Croatia
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
On the night of the full Moon
The stars hid behind the clouds.
The full Moon become large
and yellow like the ruler on the
night.
It covered the starry path.
Down on the road a street lamp
was burning.
It fought to illuminate the city
with light.
It cannot fight against the Moon
which has a wondrous shine.
The Moon has stolen a part of
the sky.
Shed its color over the coast and
the sea.
We sit on a bench and watching
the magical night.
We hold hands knowing that
this magical nigt is short.
Our faces are illuminated by
the moonlight.
Our souls laught in silence.
The hearts sings with love and
warm feelings.
We want this night to last as
long as possible becouse it
gives us unreal magic.
Dazzled by the moonlight we
Look at the sea in wich the
Moon reflects its face.
We sit on a bench like two
birds in love,
while the Moon
kisses and illuminates us.
©️ ®️ Jagoda Sablić
17.
Poem: “”
Poet: Saeeda Akhtar
From: Pakistan
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
The Unwritten Language Your silence does not feel empty.
It enters the room
the way evening enters a familiar garden—
without announcement,
without asking to be noticed.
There are moments
when words seem unnecessary,
when a glance,
a pause,
the quiet presence of another person
carries more meaning
than any careful sentence.
In those moments,
I do not listen
for what you might say.
I listen for what remains
when speech has fallen away.
Something honest lives there.
Not certainty.
Not explanation.
Only a simple recognition,
as though two lives,
after wandering through their separate histories,
have arrived
at the same quiet place.
Perhaps this is why silence
can feel so full.
It asks for nothing.
It proves nothing.
Yet it leaves no distance
between understanding
and being understood.
And standing within that stillness,
I begin to see
that love is not always found in words.
Sometimes it appears before language,
waiting patiently
in the space between two souls,
where nothing is spoken
and nothing is missing.
©️ ®️ Saeeda Akhtar
18.
Poem: “The Speaking Void”
Poet: Moammar Al-Sufyani
From: Yemen
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
The Speaking Void
creeps into intentions
and leaves no fingerprints
on the outside.
Fire is for everyone,
but Paradise is for those who seek it within.
Whenever the walls try to ignite sedition
between me and the echo,
I report them to Silence.
More noble than Time itself,
and uglier than Fire.
©️ ®️ Moammar Al-Sufyani
19.
Poem: “Crafted By Lenience”
Poet: Ahmed Farooq Baidoon
From: Egypt
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
Let go that stubborn cloud,
Imbued by wrath and acting out loud,
Race your moon shone beyond the shroud.
Loose lips might lead to an irrevocable gate,
Your filament cleft asunder by dint of a stuffed slate,
It serves you right to meet such a fate.
Wonders never cease when seasons mingle,
Never swallow your pride but keen on swindle,
Nothingness you’re in face of Beowulf’s Grindel.
A perennial shape of a clown tempered with waning,
A merciless being with outrageous fanning,
Wandering and fluttering with credulous planning.
What if you were an epitome of compassion,
A tribune of wisdom with a consolidating fashion,
If only the mast of friendship sailed across impassion.
Rise and shine, ye infinitesimal divine masterpiece,
Before abysmal failure of the grinding gyre without grease,
It draws near —verily good deeds shall attain paradise lease.
©️ ®️ Ahmed Farooq Baidoon
20.
Poem: “Wish”
Poet: Allahobhayo Dal
From: Pakistan.
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
I wish to take you to a place where no one listens to our whispers,
Where no one sees us hand in hand,
Where no one knocks on the door or weeps from the window,
Where no one beats the ringing bell,
Where there is no concept of sorrows,
Where grievances have their own graveyard
In the meadow where flowers flourish their fragrance,
You and me a little cottage
Brown colored hot coffee on a winter ‘s cold night,
Full Moon in the sky around the sparkling stars,
A wooden bench
you and me
Promises and commitments,
Plans and projects
Wipe tears off each other if any
Forget our past
Weaving the web of the future
Make you queen with a golden throne
Decorate the crown with diamonds
You sit on it like a queen of the royal family .
I bow down at your feet
Like a sincere servant
©️ ®️ Allahobhayo Dal
21.
Poem: “Manifesto of Silent Love”
Poet: Alam Mahub
From: Bangladesh 🇧🇩
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
Life is a runaway diesel engine,
racing endlessly through nightmares,
cutting through fog
with the hope of a painted dawn ahead—
crossings waiting in silence.
In the proclamation of wordless love,
within the solitude of long sighs,
the pages of night
float in bright light—
a collage of burning.
Immersed love,
quiet surges of emotion
rest in the deepest chambers of the heart.
Forgetting the evening’s spell,
all birds return home.
As the gathering of stories dissolves,
inside the chest
an icon of tomorrow awakens
in a purified voice.
Love alone,
now,
remains the profound impetus of the world.
©️ ®️ Alam Mahub
22.
Poem: “In the Crowd of Dusk”
Poet: Sohrab Pasha
From: Bangladesh 🇧🇩
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
Life always hums with a tune of sorrow,
A deep unrest the songs still borrow.
Lonely dreams flit far and wide,
In beloved eyes, wrong windows hide.
Beloved shadows—now forgetful—seen,
As if walls rise where paths had been.
The scent of her laughter drifts through rain,
While memory stirs in silent pain.
Tears stain the twilight’s blushing cloud,
Tagore returns in music loud.
When dusk collapses, bare bones of light,
In dead grass gleams no hopeful sight.
A man stands still with aching grace,
Watching love vanish, leaving no trace.
©️ ®️ Sohrab Pasha
Translated by Alam Mahbub.
23.
Poem: “The Maiden of Heidenberg”
Poet: Aminur Rahman Sultan
From: Bangladesh 🇧🇩
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
You gave me a heart—
Spread like lettuce leaves,
And lashes like rocket petals
Opened just for me.
Your lips, light-pink like salmon,
Carried an undisguised invitation.
Hands like the Neckar Bridge
Held two shores together—
You poured trembling water
Into my palms, glass by glass,
Teaching me to live by water alone.
You kept your cherished champagne,
But asked, bare and bold—
What would I give for you?
O girl from Heidenberg,
One poem will always belong to you.
In it, you’ll find me and I’ll find you too.
Translated by Alam Mahbub.
©️ ®️ Aminur Rahman Sultan
24.
Poem: “None of My Choosing”
Poet: Golam Kibria Pinu
From: Bangladesh 🇧🇩
Primelore Published Date: 16 June Tuesday 2026.
The gathering thickens there—
that field is heavy with people.
Yet none there are of my choosing;
and so I did not go.
Many we know are standing among them—
but none I would claim as my own.
None who walk at first light, feet silvered with dew.
None who would pause to lead a cow across the road
and leave her to the quiet pasture.
There is no keeper of forests there,
no planter of saplings, no patient sower of seed.
The guardian of grain has long since gone—
the barn relieved of its harvest.
There is only a crowd.
And a crowd, in itself, is not unworthy—
were they to stand as one in that open field,
pressing back adversity,
keeping the common good in motion.
But no — they gather in appetite,
waiting for honey to fall, slow and amber,
from a hive
fastened to the trunk of the wood-apple tree.
Translated by Alam Mahbub.
©️ ®️ Golam Kibria Pinu
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