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01.
Poem: "My Birds Chinku.
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:  30 January 2026.

CHINKU CHINKU CHINKU;
O my Green Chinku Bird!
Where are you?
Why have you flown?
Where are you gone.
I have lost you;
I have lost my bird.
It was my pet bird.
I Love CHINKU much
Pet birds turn quiet rooms into living songs.
They tilt their heads like curious philosophers.
Feathers catch the light, small rainbows indoors.
Morning chirps replace alarm clocks.
They learn routines faster than we expect.
A cage is a home, not a boundary, when cared for well.
Seeds, toys, and trust keep them happy.
In their bright eyes, wild skies still flicker.
I am so sorry,
My Chinku bird flew away.
©️ ®️ Afroza Jesmine


02.
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Australia.
Primelore published Date:  30 January 2026.

we were young
and the moon followed us
a river stopped us
she stepped onto the bank
dew clinging to her ankles
the night holding its song

nothing knew it was beautiful
not her
not the moon
not me

war arrived as a decision made
we no longer shared the same darkness
the moon kept returning
I learned how the sounds can be noiseless

later, cities are all over the the sky
childhood loosened and drifted
some nights I stop moving
let the oar rest and allow myself
to be briefly lost inside that old light.
©️ ®️ Vo Thi Nhu Mai




03.
Poem: "THE LOVE THAT WAS YOURS"
From: Türkiye.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

When I think of seasons,
Winter always comes to mind—
In its fierce cold, my soul has burned.
As I walked along the paths,
Snowstorms lashed against my face,
And snow kept falling on my head.
What fell, I see now—was your love.
In spring, the clouds weep tenderly,
Their tears flood my heart in torrents.
They tap on the windows of silent rooms,
Offering grace to withered souls.
The rain that falls—green, red, and golden—
The drops that slide through my hair,
Were all your love, pouring down.
Butterflies, those children’s joys,
Carry hope from flower to flower.
Violets bloom shyly,
Poppies and tulips—so generous.
White, yellow, lilac, crimson,
Pink, and some unnamed blue—
All these colors I cannot count
Were your love.
Defying the sweat that falls from me,
Trickling from the rocks,
Moistening my dry lips,
Unbothered by the sun’s heat—
That cool, murmuring stream,
Bringing life to hearts and calm to mine,
That water—it was your love.
When autumn comes,
Birds take flight to faraway lands,
Casting hope behind the clouds,
Leaving nests, twigs, and branches behind.
What went away was not love—only the birds.
You wove the beauty of four seasons into my heart,
Threaded fine lace through the fabric of my life.
The one who gave it blood, who gave it soul—
Was truly, only—your love.
©️ ®️ Mustafa Naci ÖZER








04.
Poem: "Mama"
Poet: Eva Petropoylou Lianoy
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

Mother is the doctor for any sickness
Mama is the country that everyone loves
without conquering
Mama is joy and sorrow Mama the power
Mama the forgiveness
One word was created by God To forgive people
Say it every day
Call her if they put chains on you
To sweeten it the wound
To bring peace
My mom, you're unique
You never told them you were upset...
With gold I will cherish you
Chosen person
I crown you, My mother
My sun
My compass
©️ ®️ Eva Petropoylou Lianoy





05.
Poem: "BRIDGES OF PEACE"
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
From: LEBANON / BRAZIL
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

Peace is not a word,
it is a breath
that learns to walk within our chests
when wars grow tired of shouting.

Love
is an invisible hand
that gently touches the shoulder of the world
when it trembles with fear.
I say to the wind: slowly,
there is a heart
trying to sow a song.

Peace
is seeing your face
in the features of the other
without fearing difference.

Love
is repairing what language has broken
with a sincere gaze.

Come,
let us lower the weapons from our shoulders
and hang upon them the dreams of children.

The earth is enough for everyone,
and the heart, when it loves,
knows no borders,
only the human being.
©️ ®️ TAGHRID BOU MERHI.







06.
Poem: "What is Going"
Poet: Mary Garde
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

to change it all
it feels like everything has been done and yet nothing seems accomplished
peace is not underway lives are turned even further from what we all need
we are not coming together society is confused we thought we had leaders
to make it work
they seem far away from
what is required do we have a savior out there to change the rules make it right
I keep hoping this could be true make this world a better place for all not just a few
©️ ®️ Mary Garde mkap




07.
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Parbat, Paiyun 7- Nepal
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

The goddess of knowledge came today.
Giving the knowledge of humanity she is known as a goddess.
Her arrival is golden.
Her feminist approach is valued in Hinduism.
Her civilized ethics is taught.
Today is the worshipping day of the goddess of wisdom.
Hinduism favours woman dignity and teaching.
There are two goddesses that are of wealth and wisdom.
One is powered by knowledge.
She is worshipped today.
Her arrival is in Shreepanchami.
Dressing white to symbolize as clean refers to wisdom and a healthy mind.
So worshipping an ethical woman is worshipping any goddess of worth.
©️ ®️Til Kumari Sharma



08.
Poem: "Firefly"
Poet: Andromachi Benekou
From: Greece.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

Firefly
Snow white flakes
that touch me in Pasarona!
Your smile is round
it sends me the lightning of your eyes
That follows me...
Your gaze makes me cringe!
Show me the way with the sunflowers
that lead to your arms!
I am fire fly in a lavender garden
of your brown hair!

You met me for the first time
to wish me “Happy Name Day"!
I want you near Akmona near Pasarona...
Don't let your hand slip while leaving
mine! Never let it go
following swallow migratory routes ....
I follow the lemon blossoms of your eyes
that drive me in the bending of the stars
that erase on the blue sky of my life!

You bring me wild cherries, with your round smiley
with the winged dreams of our travels!
You took me from the spoils of my life's naval battle,
I follow you in the sky of your stars!
You make me a handmade raft,
I reach out from the rough sea of the waves.
You save me, I follow you into the light
in the twinkle in your eyes,
I follow you on the hum
of the love of wild bees,
I follow you to your round smile!
©️ ®️Andromachi Benekou.


09.
Poem: "I LOVED HUMANITY"
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
From: GREECE
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

I loved humanity!
Yes!
I loved people very much.
And people seem to me to be three:
The one who curses life‧
the other who blesses it‧
and the third who contemplates it.
I loved the first for his misery‧
the second for his good deed‧
the third for his wisdom.
Thus passed all the years of my life
and my days and my nights
following, one after the other
the Ascent and descent of Life.
©️ ®️ Maria Kolovou Roumelioti






10.
Poem: "EATING SIMIT"
Poet: Y. AZEROÄžLU
From: Egypt.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

Let me go for a coffee
Life is like this, what can I say?
Today, my heart again
Wanted to eat simit
Every moment of mine has been a torment
My surroundings have been cursed
My soul, resisting life
Wanted to eat simit
When my lakes dried up
My roses were left without water
My sorrowful smiles
Wanted to eat simit
The slopes don't give way
The climbs were difficult
These unappetizing glances
Wanted to eat simit
Sorrow came with joy
Days passed with lament
AzeroÄŸlu with tea
Wanted to eat simit
©️ ®️ Y. AZEROÄžLU





11.
Poem: "I DON'T KNOW, THIS WINTER"
Poet: Kujtim Hajdari
From: Albenia
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

I don't know, this winter came unexpectedly,
Without sun rays, with a dance of clouds,
White snow poured down with pain,
And a little sadness and longing between us.

In the sky, a white dove plays,
Greeting you with white delight,
When it sees you approaching,
With a few sounds and a touch of envy.

When it sees you in a snowy dress,
When you step lightly as if in a dream,
It comes close to you and takes your hand,
As if it knows how I hold you in my heart.

This unexpected winter, I don't know,
Why does it search in vain among us,
Like many winters that have passed,
For something to wound, something to kill?
©️ ®️ Kujtim Hajdari


12.
Poem: "Write from heart!!!"
Poet: S Afrose

From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

Broken dreams
Shattered Mirror
Midst the earth
A little pool of words
And then,
A loop
A slope of hope
A staircase onward
Showing
The Seed of Love.
Write from heart
Broken dreams, so?
Let's make
A new ride
With new vibe.
Copyright ©️S Afrose.



13.
Poem: "ROUDS AROUND THE LAKE"
Poet:Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albenia
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

Very carfully and had to be cool...
Every day as I went to the school.
I remember my poor childhood,
There were danger from montains and the wood.
I remember friends and all my teachers,
They explained us many usefull featurs.
Everybody was engaged and busy,
To live in such circumstances was not so easy.
Sometimes after lesson we tried fishing,
Allmost in the fall and every spring.
Any time we can' t catch anything and were angry,
As litle children we were very hungry.
Today is the same nature,
But other life...
We dream for better future
And produce more light.
We tought a lot from the past
And like more fresh air and not so much dust!
©️ ®️ Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri



14.
Poem: “Still, I Loved You."
Poet: Deborah Lukman
From: Nigeria. Primelore published Date: 30  January 2026.

I didn’t think love would end like this
In silence, not a storm, not a kiss.
No final word to hold on to,
Just me, left wondering what was true.

I gave you parts I’d never shared,
Believed in us, because you cared.
But somewhere, we both lost the way,
And love began to drift away.

I’m sorry for the times I broke,
For heavy words, I shouldn’t have spoken.
But I was hurting, scared, unsure,
Still loving you through every sore.

Now here I stand, with healing hands,
Letting go of what we planned.
It hurts, but even in goodbye,
I pray your heart learns how to fly.
Because though we part and paths divide,
Know that I loved you, deep inside.
And if we meet some day anew,
I hope you’ve found a gentler.
©️ ®️ Deborah Lukman


15.
Poem:"Between day and dream"
Translated: Albanian English
Poet: Xhuli Spahiu. From: Kosovo 🇽🇰
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

I walk.
with steps that make no noise,
that life taught me
that everything is true
it happens silently.

I have collected light.
from the mornings that never complained,
and wounds
who learned to smile
without being justified.

I am what is left.
when words became tired,
when promises fell like leaves
and the heart decided
to beat only for yourself.
I'm not looking anymore.
to understand me,
It's enough for them to feel me.
like a warm breath
on the cold days of the soul.

Because I am not the storm,
I am the calm behind it,
that little light
who didn't blind anyone,
but it never died out.
Between Daylight and Dream
I walk.
with footsteps that make no sound,
for life taught me
that everything is true
happens in silence.

I have gathered light.
from mornings that never complained,
and wounds
that learned how to smile
without explanation.

I am what remains.
when words grew tired,
when promises fell like leaves,
and the heart decided
to beat only for itself.

I no longer ask.
to be understood;
it is enough to be felt
like a warm breath
on the coldest days of the soul.

Because I am not the storm—
I am the calm that follows,
that little light
which blinded no one,
yet was never extinguished.
©️ ®️ Xhuli Spahiu.


16.
Poem: "I love you".
Poet: Xrysoula Foufa .
From: Greece
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

Your eyes reflect the colour of love
. Let me swim in your sight.
Your hands weave passion threads.
Let me lie beside you .
Your mind dreams about time journeys.
Let me be the sky
in which your thoughts will fly .
Your lips reflect the colour of red.
Let me treat you a drop of sweet wine.
Let us
enjoy moments of mutual happiness.
©️ ®️ Xrysoula Foufa .

17.
Poet: Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan
From: Pakistan:
Poem: Unfinished World
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

They sleep where footsteps forget their names,
under ceilings made of weather and warning.
Morning finds them before hope does,
counting ribs, counting breaths,
counting reasons not to disappear.
Hunger does not roar.
It negotiates.
It teaches the body how to shrink
without permission,
how to thank a crust as if it were mercy,
how to smile so shame does not win.
Poverty is not emptiness.
It is excess
too much waiting,
too many closed doors,
too many explanations demanded
from people already paying with their lives.
A child learns early
that the world measures worth in portions.
That warmth has a price.
That dignity is often misplaced
behind glass counters and policies
that never learned their name.
Still
hands reach for hands.
Stories survive in whispers.
A shared meal becomes a small rebellion
against systems that profit from forgetting.
Justice, if it ever arrives,
will not come as charity.
It will come as recognition.
As bread that does not ask for gratitude.
As shelter that does not test innocence.
As a future that does not require endurance
to be deserved.
Until then,
we speak,
we write,
we refuse silence.
Because a world that allows hunger
is not broken
it is unfinished.
And finishing it
is our responsibility
Zulfiqar Hamdam Awan



18.
Poem: "I am—i"
Poet: Ponfa Fenan.
From:
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

Who am I?
The Savanna says;
I Am.
Melanin-blooded,
Scotched black, shining...,
Beauty-full!

The Nature says;
The One
Rare to find,
Like a corn-plume,
That blooms in late season.
I say...,
I am—I
©️ ®️  fenan ponfa

19.
Poem: "Keys, Not Graves"
Poet: Ahmed Miqdad
From: Gaza City.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

My grandmother did not inherit gold.
She inherited a key.
Cold. Rusted. Faithful.
It opens no door now,
yet it opens stories—
of jasmine climbing windows,
of neighbors who shared salt and news,
of nights when the sky did not roar.
They thought exile would loosen her grip,
that time would teach forgetting,
but time only sharpened memory.
The key outlived generals,
outlived treaties,
outlived lies spoken in polished halls.
It sleeps under her pillow,
like a quiet oath:
“We will return,
even if only our names do.”
©️ ®️ Ahmed Miqdad



20.
Poem: "The Metamorphosis of Dreams"
Poet: Abdel Latif Moubarak.
From:Egypt.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

I gather the faces of people,
in the treasure of folly,
engraving upon my poor dress
a song, a silent prayer.
I add colors to creation,
to weave a metamorphosis,
one after another,
echoing the depths of happiness.
I am your dream,
O people of reason,
a condition veiled in wonder,
eyes gazing towards tomorrow.
The streets are empty,
hearts outstretched,
trodden by the weight
of silent doubt.
I adapt to grandeur,
inhabiting an incapacity,
visible to all,
my nakedness, my fragility.
My feet are nailed
to the pavement's face,
showcases of sorrow,
where hope feels faint.
Sometimes it sighs,
and sometimes it softens,
your dream, O people of words,
is sweeter, but often forgotten.
For I am the one who wanders,
or do people wander with me?
A dervish in a circle,
lost in a memory.
I emerge, my soul pours forth,
between its lines, the strings
of longing for the sanctuary's robe,
and the blessings that true love brings.
They slept upon the shoulders of time,
testimony of interwoven moments,
signs of exchange,
a miracle yet to be found
©️ ®️ Abdel Latif Moubarak.


21.
Poem: "what the darkness keeps for us"
Poet: Helen Pletts
From: UK.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

is the red bird that has just started a strong song.

In the dark of a january morning her notes are ours;

the chorus of us. And there is nothing small about this,

our voices singing together in the darkness,
as if we
knew that darkness was always for this, music, always
music;
and always song. And always on a small branch
wavering in red, on a black morning
©️ ®️ Helen Pletts


22.
Poem: "Bygone Days of Winter"
Poet: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

Winter once lingered like a prayer on the lips of dawn,
Frost traced silver alphabets on silent window pane
The sun rose shyly, wrapped in pale woollen light,
And mornings smelled of smoke, memory, and home.
We counted time by the fall of leaves and breath,
Not by clocks that hurry the heart.
Old scarves carried the warmth of vanished voices,
And firesides stitched stories into the dark.
The cold taught patience to restless hands,
Turning loneliness into gentle thought.
Now winter passes without pausing to remember,
©️ ®️ Dr.Ratan Bhattacharjee



23.
Poem: "The Hush of Evening"
Poet: Ma Yongbo.
From: China.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

In the north where life is about to settle into hush,
I wander in the garden—cool wind begins to blow,
in the pond where algae choke, fry scatter in alarm;
singing insects shift their volume with the fading sun.

Two little boys splash and play in the water
one tugs off the other’s underpants,
their yellow slippers drift toward the deep end,
as if not long ago, my son was still calling me from the water.

A half-grown white chicken is tied in a cardboard box by the road,
it stands up when I pass by,
a little girl hurries over to soothe it,
pressing hard on its back—“Lie down, don’t be afraid.”
by the time I walk far away, it stands up again.

Suddenly, there comes a cry from the woods—unprovoked, unnamed,
the water current speeds up secretly beneath the surface,
elderly folk murmur their goodbyes softly,
I have no idea where to go next.
©️ ®️ Ma Yongbo.


24.
Poem:"The Esthetics of Flowers"
Poet: Prasanna Mohapatra
From: India.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

How appealing the flowers are blooming,
see, the earth is embellishment,
the creator is enchanted,
in its beauty, he is absorbed.

It enchants people around the world,
in its beauty lies its allure,
no one remains untarnished,
whose heart does not hold the flower.

Everyone tries to hold it in their hands,
upon its body,how many pluck and weave flowers,
then break and scatter them on the ground.

The wounded body is disregarded,
all see and sit,
No pain, in anyone's mind,
only thoughts of enlightenment.

Everyone, enchanted by the garden,
the world is delighted,
for the welfare of all,
they visit again and again.

From the devotee to the god,
all are laden with flowers,
at night they offer, from morning collecting flowers in baskets.
How many times, in the temples,
sometimes on the head,
sometimes in royal deeds,
sometimes in the temple's walk.

A souvenir of marriage ceremonies,
in the evening's fragrance,
around the neck of the bride,
they form a crown.
Whether rich or poor,
they all hold flowers with respect,
the earth is akin to a queen,
adorned with her flowered cloak.

Every caste, every creed, flowers bloom, in this world of creation,
they come in seasons,
their beauty in shape.

They bloom in water, on land,
they bloom in heaven and in cities,
in summer, monsoon, winter, autumn,
in the attire of golden spring.

Happiness always in the world,
they give flower's fragrance,
can anyone find something better than this, I wonder?

A vast plan is unfolding,
for the queen of flowers,
serving as servants,
taking care of her efforts.

And when I depart from this world,
let flowers be my offering,
may no division remain in the mind,
of the rich or the poor.

Adorning with flower buds,
with fragrant blossoms,
in this world, may I become dear,
for everyone to cherish.
O Lord, shower your mercy, this is my prayer,
may I bloom like a flower,
for the welfare of your world.
©️ ®️ Dr Prasanna Kumar Mohapatra,

25.
Poem: "Nemesis"
Poet: Panagiota P. Lampri.
From: Greece
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

When, for a trivial cause,
you gallop, snorting,
mounted on the steed of hubris,
beware-
for just as trivial a cause
will summon, in due time,
Nemesis,
and she will render
Justice.
©️ ®️ Panagiota P. Lampri.


26.
Poem: "Once in Rain"
Poet: Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi.
From: Yemen.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

My heart harbours a pulse
that had experienced joy before I did.
Once in rain, it wandered through a grove,
and forgot – unintentionally – how to return.
Whenever I think of reclaiming it,
a gentle breeze wafts to me
from the thick intertwined limbs,
telling me of a shade that had become
a tent of rest,
and of velvety wingbeats
of cooing doves filling the sky
in all mornings.
In my chest now, a hollow
runs unseen within the desolate part.
I place my hand upon my pocket,
groping for a cactus growing beneath–
though I find nothing
save stillness, asleep,
snoring in the deep recesses,
murmuring of rain
that has dried on high
for more than a season.
Perhaps the heart,
when it grows weary of verdancy,
returns–leaving space enough
for all this silence.
©️ ®️ Mustafa Abdulmalek Al-Sumaidi.


27.
Poem: "The Poem I Wove in Sleep"
Poet: Anika zerin Chowdhury
From: Bangladesh
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

I dreamed a poem,
and the night became my vessel.
I held each line like a fragile bird,
whispered them into the dark
so they would not vanish with sleep.
Every metaphor I wove,
I lay upon it,
breathing its weight,
smelling its words,
hugging it close until the moon drifted away.
Morning came and stole the dream,
but memory clung stubbornly—
I remembered I had written a poem.
Pen in hand, paper ready,
I closed my eyes and reached
for the shadows of the verses
that only sleep could teach.
And now I write
what I can recall—
the poem I wove in the quiet labyrinth of dreams,
a ghost stitched into waking.
©️ ®️ Anika zerin Chowdhury

28.
Poem: "Veins of Air"
Poet: Muammar Alsufiani.
From: Yemen
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

Every distance of separation between us is a proximity that traverses space to us.
No call... carves the wall of silence except...
a charge of letters.
And a pulse of imagination... flows in...
the veins of the net to you.
Oh, my post, I...
am not far from you as long as your name is a poem in my embrace.
©️ ®️ Muammar Alsufiani.



29.
Poem: "In the Universe of Eyes"
Poet: Samad Daud
From: Sindh ,Pakistan
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

A universe that called by Samad Daud,
In the universe of Eyes, a soul found.

My favourite, my attractive soul!
In the universe of Eyes, it’s a gold.
A gold coin in my dictionary, can not be sold,
In the universe of eyes, it’s bold.

The Universe of Eye is always behold,
In the universe of eyes, can’t unfold.

Some seems made of cold,
One of the favourite, I told.

In the Universe of Eyes, my sight at you,
The universe of eyes, is the 2nd named of your eye too.

Being busy to live in Universe, its my day!
Day by day is becoming a best way!
©️ ®️ Samad Daud

30.
Poem: "Plastic "
Poet: Achyut Kumar Borah
From: Assam, India
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

I recognized you the moment I saw you—
a frail body, a tired gaze.
In this plastic world,
you are a new guest.
Seeing you here
Someone bowed their head and smiled.
Don’t be fooled—
that smile was plastic.

The beautiful flowers you see blooming
along the roadside,
the government-scheme hoarding
at the corner of the crossing—
all of it is plastic.

Look this way—
our nationalist leader is teaching the masses
the first lesson of patriotism.
Tears are falling, applause thunders.
Don’t let yourself melt in vain—
those tears are plastic.

From dawn to dusk,
all the hugs,
all the handshakes—
every touch is plastic.

From toothbrush to rubber sandals,
plastic is daily life here.
Plastic compassion, plastic love,
plastic prayers, plastic blessings.
Plastic, like the statues in the park,
the eager lips of lovers.

In this plastic world,
if you wish to move forward,
then smear your lips
with a plastic smile.
Cover your face, wear
a plastic mask.
Now clap loudly, again and again,
with plastic applause.
Because till now,
what you have been reading is—
a plastic poem.
©️ ®️ Achyut Kumar Borah



31.
Poem: "LIFE IS LIKE SALTLESS TEA."
Poet: Hilal Ahmad Mir
From: Kashmir India.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

Life is like saltless tea .
Mirth and calm are all gone .
Life has lost its true taste.
We live to reach the bourn.
The world looks sombre now-
Sweetness has fled away.
Souls are sheerly clay- cold.
No one fears his Grand Lord.
No one heeds His true Path.
Life drifts on like rivers.
It slips away swiftly.
No sign of elders seen.
They have left for their trek.
This world is bare and dry.
No one is here to guide.
The true guides said goodbye
To this false world for good.
We have lost our bright past.
Waves toss us here and there
Like ships without a mast .
We are lost in wild sea.
Dark depths pull us strongly.
None to save us from claws.
We are to perish soon.
See the state of garden -
It has lost tempting bloom.
Spring has lost her beauty.
Birds have lost their sweet songs-
Owls scream, panthers roar.
Our hearts have grown barren.
No rain makes them fecund.
Darkness has wrapped this world.
Light has faded to gloom.
No one is in one's bonds.
One has traversed one's line .
Or and fer share one boat.
What will become of clay?
Have mercy on our hearts.
Clothe them with fruitfulness.
Restore our past glory.
Fill our hearts with virtues
Love , empathy, goodness,
Truth, grace,brotherhood,light
And Your fear,path and faith.
©️ ®️ Hilal Ahmad Mir

32.
Poem: "QUEEN OF THE NIGHT!"
Poet: Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai
From: India.
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

The mystical moonlight of forest
In the coziness of shadow and mystery
In the dreams of body and mind
The lady night comes to sense
The loving swan is lost in her dreams
Returns with the songsters of spring
When the sun sets in the evening
On the path covered by canopy of trees
With waves of the fascinated ocean
The flute keeps on giving her a call
Queen of the night looks for her beloved
Here is the holy echo of the tunes.
©️ ®️ Dr Prasana Kumar Dalai


33.
Poem: "Sweetgrass Sails Sweetbread"
Poet: Ruby Kaila Malhotra
From: Canada
Primelore published Date: 30 January 2026.

As sea-crusty characters twenty-six wishes
Blake view potioned iced mud in resurrecting trains over gibberish telescopes
Bent over rag picker scarred bark covers thousand cakes hic etc munc ribbed
All while krypto-nursing nourish bedside Kala's line-drying courtyards
Golden safe sweeps
Baobab bows and aster-popping grocers burrow
Forgotten cricket-coated voyeurisms warrant-swaddled brushes thicken past hopes
Phantom-cradled groves deep concrete elbows bones of twelve countdown bulbs
Labeled shelves wild eugenic-tumbling grandma gurgles overlooked reposes sanctuary liberty isolates
Shelters converting frost-heightened circulations quantum ticks as tunneled briefs
Turnkey turtles stretcher stardust stirs bleed like klutzy cracks wishes new!
Pines chart wombs sweet wonderous buns circle dry blood as flighty clerks prune odes
Clemtines he shoots at rolls will the gypsy-splattered python open or seal the jar?
Twenty-five came in part as the groundbreaking grinch the bellowing goat permed and second-wheeled testers tobogganing rest
New Year wishes pretty tarmac roomed-in kettle-sanded stockings as red squeezing sprinkles
The board rack and stack glad ties before the engine drowns the paddy
Now that tinsel chateaus house-pickle pilgrims let the sphinx sit on a tempered pearl etching gathered estuaries
©️ ®️ Ruby Kaila Malhotra


Thanks all of our Poets and Readers from all over the World.  Read an enjoy! It's the  70th edition of primelore Writer's Heaven.

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