It's the 71st Edition of "Primelore Writer's Heaven."
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01.
Poem: "THE TEMPLE WITHIN ME"
Poet: Mustafa Naci ÖZER
From: Türkiye.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Like so many who never meet,
we too could not come together.
Everyone has a story, no doubt—
only ours was never written.
Yet how deeply I loved you!
Cağaloğlu brought us face to face,
perhaps by chance.
Then Sultanahmet and Hagia Sophia,
in Emirgan our love began to grow.
Something unseen had drawn
you to me, me to you…
My heart felt ready to leap
each time I saw you.
I pulled myself together with effort,
pretended as if nothing was there.
Yet how deeply I loved you!
At night I would not close my eyes;
I feared the spell would break,
that your image would vanish.
I thought, perhaps one day,
as water finds its own course,
everything finds its way.
So I stayed silent, afraid it was too soon,
could not open my heart to you.
Yet how deeply I loved you!
Then one day we agreed to meet—
a corner in Yeni Karamürsel
brought us together with excitement.
You were beautiful, graceful;
perhaps you had prepared yourself
to hear the enchanted words you longed for.
I understood it from your very first glance.
We sat in a café in Kızılay,
talked of this and that, but
believe me, I could not find the courage
to tell you that I loved you.
I feared the magic of our love would fade,
the words stayed unspoken;
I was afraid of losing you.
Yet how deeply I loved you!
We looked at our photos on the table—
how beautifully we stood side by side.
You adorned that moment
with the grace of a fairy.
I came from a modest family;
you were a senator’s daughter.
The abyss of my fears was vast,
and so I could not confess my love.
Each time we met
I wished the day would never end,
that time itself would stop.
I longed passionately for you
to stay always by my side.
When you came to me,
when I came to you,
I wished no one else would exist.
It did not happen…
Sadly, it did not.
I buried your love within me like a temple,
covered it with pink veils.
But even as years passed,
believe me, I loved you deeply still.
You were always somewhere in my heart—
know this: you never vanished,
you are always there.
Mustafa Naci ÖZER
02.
Poem: "THE PATH OF THOUGHTFUL LEARNING"
Poet: Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
From: Australia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Understanding grows through practice and reflection
Learning reveals through thought and experience
Insight forms the moment action meets inquiry
Life gains clarity through patient attention
Knowledge lives in history and dialogue
Ideas mature through comparison and debate
Wisdom expands when concepts receive careful study
Meaning strengthens through shared examination
Education follows the path of thoughtful learning
Foundations support many directions of growth
Origins illuminate later expressions
Complexity arises from a single core
Study invites openness and responsibility
Readers participate with curiosity and care
Life becomes richer through meaningful engagement
Understanding turns learning into purpose
I walk beside you, my dear, as the companion
I learn while guiding and listening
Valentine enters as a presence of care
Knowledge deepens because learning meets affection
Vo Thi Nhu Mai.
03.
Poem: "Trees"
Poet: Eva Petropoulou Lianou 🇬🇷
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Trees have deep roots
Tree is happy with
Sun and water
Be like trees
Have deep roots
But big dreams
Imagine the world
Like a pink ball
All people are happy
Everyone is cheerful
Love and respect to everyone
Eva Petropoulou Lianou 🇬🇷
04.
Poet: Afroza Jesmine.
Poem: "A Night feelings with Moon"
From: Bangladesh.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
It's a moonlit night.
I feel a soft touch.
Gentle breeze is blowing,
The moon hangs softly,
A silver thought in the dark.
Night breathes slower,
As if listening to my heart.
Shadows stretch and whisper things,
I almost understand.
Loneliness feels gentle,
Under the moon’s pale hand.
Memories glow brighter,
When the world falls quiet.
The sky feels closer, calm, and silently defiant.
Stars blink like secrets I’m not meant to keep.
Moon is looking so beautiful,
Time loosens its grip while the city sleeps.
Hope and ache mingle in the cool night air.
Under the moon,
I raise my hands to touch the moon.
I can;t but the moon touch my heart.
And my feelings finally dare.
Afroza Jesmine.
05.
Poem: "SPARK IN YOUR EYES"
Poet: Ayesha imran
From : Pakistan
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Her eyes, like catalysts,
spark my soul,
Igniting bonds that make me
whole.
I see the elements of love
combine,
Hydrogen smiles, oxygen
shine.
In every glance, a reaction
starts
Electrons dance between our
hearts.
Her iris glows with spectral
light,
A perfect balance, pure and
bright.
Tears like water, clear and
pure,
A solvent of feelings, strong
and sure.
Her eyes, a formula I can't
deny
The chemistry that makes me
fly.
Ayesha Imran
Bio: Ayesha Imran is a poetess. who weaves words into emotions, capturing the essence
of love, life, and human connections. With a knack for blending romance and creativity,
her writing sparks feelings and resonates with hearts.
06.
Poem: "Anger as Enemy Blood"
Poet: Til Kumari Sharma
From: Parbat, Hile,Nepal
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
The anger is the enemy source.
Sometimes the dignity is lost by enemy.
Their anger is to make us low and useless.
When they do struggle as I what will be their realization?
The person wants to create anger is not mentally well person.
They think themselves right.
Their mental thought is unhealthy.
Their negativity is not their responsibility to us.
They should face as we to home.
Their daughter- in- laws should not take responsibility as they to us.
Anger is negativity.
So, maintain your anger without argumentation.
They are shameless people not to waste to our responsibility.
© Til Kumari Sharma
07.
Poem: "AT THE EDGE OF MEANING"
Poet: TAGHRID BOU MERHI.
From: LEBANON / BRAZIL
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
I did not speak…
yet when I crossed silence,
it lit up like an idea searching for its name,
and the air bowed slightly,
as if greeting passersby without a sound.
A shadow of a lash
slid across the wall of time,
and questions stumbled within me,
while meanings lost their footing.
We stood at two distances,
separated by roads crowded with habit,
and gathered by a moment
hanging from the ceiling of wonder,
light as the first breaths of rain.
The gaze said:
I am not skilled in explanation,
but I believe in the sign.
So I answered with another silence:
And I trust what passes swiftly
and asks nothing of permanence.
I sent a thought trembling
between light and shadow,
asking:
Can coincidence be a small door
to a vast meaning?
The moment tilted,
lifting some of time’s weight,
then left in the air
an unfinished question mark.
The step that did not draw near
grew wider than the road,
and distance suddenly learned
how to listen.
Thus we crossed
at the edge of meaning:
I offered my wonder,
and she returned it to me,
strained of fear and hope,
until thoughts met
in a transparent point
that cannot be seen.
And in the middle of the poem
there was an entanglement of pure silence,
not yet lifted,
so as not to awaken
the wakefulness of the moment.
©® TAGHRID BOU MERHI
08.
Poem: "a prayer might do"
Poet: Mary Garde
From: Vancouver Island
I can see why prayer could be the thing that helps in these times it's overwhelming out there
everywhere we are living in the strangest time I never ever thought I could be so discouraged
there doesn't seem to be an end to the crual thoughts that man can find no outlet to break the
spell nothing to distract our will to heal
If prayer can help along the way I say indulge if nothing at least there's hope
a little help could heal mkap
Mary Garde
09.
Poem: "Eyes Say a Lot"
Poet: Resama Sultana
From: Cuttack, Odisha,India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Eyes say a lot without words,
Like stars that speak to the night
They hold a thousand tender dreams
And set my lonely sky alight.
Eyes say a lot without words
Like rain that knows where to fall
They touch the heart in quiet ways
Without ever speaking at all.
Eyes say a lot without words
Like moonlight on a quiet stream
They carry love in silent waves
And wrap my heart in a dream.
© ® Resma Sultana
10.
Poem: "WE WIN WHILE WE’RE ALIVE"
Poem: Mirjana Stefanicki Antinic
From: Republic of Serbia.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
You have to believe
In life and love
We hve it all
By the highest radiance
We win while we are alive
We have to go
On paths known to us
After the birds
Along the Danube River
Mirjana Stefanicki Antinic
11.
Poem: "HAPPINESS LIES IN SACRIFICES FOR OTHERS" ( True Happiness )
Poet: Somdatta Mitra
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Into that kaleidoscope where spiritual bliss is sustained ,
The tranquility in divine pleasure unfolds in righteousness.
Leveraging the good virtues to ostentatious manifolds,
An enigma brightens our sphere to embolden compassion .
Ignorant minds must be aware of real happiness ,
Which we gain through sacrifices for others.
Just a little concern to care for others ,
Over trivial matters that hold bastion to austere probity.
Reality mirrors us through several measures,
Being generous and thoughtful to others life reserves a plethora of happiness.
In the garden of roses fragrances enthrall us ,
In the garden of love and affection , empathy can brighten lives of others.
In such a silhouette ,
we gain confidence over glorifying humanity .
In that moonlit night we chase the luminocity ,
of divine greatness.
Of our relative happiness, That sparkles through a blessing.
That comes through the warm embrace and smiles ,
And kindle joy through whispers in our soul.
Somdatta Mitra
12.
Poem: "BUTTERFLIES"
Poet: Maya Milojković
From: Serbia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
My butterflies are my pets
whom I lead to the pasture of dreams.
They compete in the beauty of their wings
and playfully fly among poppies
that color the meadows red.
They flow through a heavenly symphony
and material observation.
Human curiosity longs to ruin their wings by touch;
they wish to gather the dust of gentle bodies
and hold it in their palms,
yet by doing so, they steal their breath.
How do they not understand?
All beauty is created
to connect us with Divine Beauty,
yet people, out of selfishness,
claim, seize, and imprison it in insectariums
to remind themselves of the beauty
of an already lifeless body.
It is painful to witness
how butterflies suffer
while exposed to a slow dying.
O my beauties, how could I hide you?
How could I breathe life into you
while a pin destroys your bodies?
O my souls, guardians of my flock,
I cannot restrain the joy of your flight,
for it summons misfortune,
nor can I preserve your beauty.
I cry out while my echo
resounds against the cold, nearby mountain.
God, protect these gentle souls
from the lethal human gaze.
Maya Milojković
13.
Poem: "Life in “Online Mode”
Poet: Xhuli Spahiu
From: Kosovo 🇽🇰
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
In cities that never sleep
windows have become screens,
and hearts—
notifications vibrating in our pockets.
Time slides like a finger on glass,
fast, smooth, leaving no trace,
while we measure ourselves in minutes
and forget the weight of hours.
We speak a lot,
but listen very little.
Our voices travel through optical fibers,
emotions remain on hold,
like emails without a reply.
In this age of speed,
life is a mosaic of contrasts:
limitless freedom
and password-protected loneliness.
Yet still,
amid concrete and binary codes,
one hand searches for another,
one gaze pauses for a moment,
and the human remembers being human.
Because despite technology,
modern life still beats
with the same ancient rhythm:
love, fear, hope—
in the latest version of the soul.
Author Xhuli Spahiu
14.
Poem: "I've a Mobile Church"
Poet: F.Shelton Gonkerwon
From: Liberia, West Africa
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
In my heart there's a mobile church
In my heart the church often rings bell
In my heart is where the church dwells
In my heart the church shines like gold
In my heart the church is new; it's never old
In my mind the church is very well planted
In my soul the church is solidly established
The church is spiritually called Jesus Christ
F. Shelton Gonkerwon
15.
Poem: "IN LIFE'S GARDEN"
Poet: Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
From: GREECE
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
A Winter does not last forever...
Look at the sun that when it laughs
In the World it distributes gifts everywhere
and on the windowsill the begonia blooms!
For love, run to the plains
Gather flowers, weave wreaths
Youth leaves and does not return
Water that you drink and it cools you!
A Winter does not last forever!
Not even the praised Spring
Just learn how in the threshing floors
Youth celebrates with the nightingales!
Maria Kolovou Roumelioti
16.
Poem: "A Ton of Homeland"
Poet: Maamer Alsufiani
From: Yemen.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Time still resides in his watch
A child plays behind his eyelids.
Has morning come, awakening the cities around?
Who buys a ton of homeland for those behind the housing?
And who sells them half a time of a kilo of milk.
Maamer Alsufiani
17.
Poem: :THE FUTURE IN PERMANENT PEACE:
Poet: Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
From: Albenia.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
It' s not only a wish, but it is posible,
Not anymore so utopic...
But really reasonable.
We can achieve permanent peace,
Just to work and pracice
The example of Swiss
And all to be equal to the justice!
Every country can be free and independent,
All continents to live in the freedom and peace permanent!
Shaip Zeqir Zeqiri
18.
Poem: "Shredding Shrubs"
Poet: Ruby Kaila Malhotra
From: Canada
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Turning over, or chaos metered, terracotta and sage thyme rules?
Peaks and roofs blue, missing corals stirrings collect for imaging
Holy basil crushed, herbs, spices toss salads, dressings fruity
Shedding jungles, tongues, rustles and ripples scare watering cans
.
The cascading vessels, raise mist, stones high, eyes draw in
If top tossed, ruffles or settles, tips immense, hand held pitchers?
Saucy raspy chirpy trailblazers sliver commitment chasing jerseys?
Caterings spread upon checks long-standing legacies relish governs
.
Candid codes reinforcing, herd lyrical footage as shorthand visions
Tripods, documentaries grey, fervent narratives, have a seat Mark
Seas at shore, carpenters cutting corners, dice gourds as verses
Shades of brown V/S black ivory and gold, fixtures and ambiance?
.
Sculptural gatherings, aubergine tape, tinkering, jaunts feature tops
Distinguished seemingly raw, groovy and testy, terraced statements
Fledglings breaking molds, cookie cutters spin tales and myths?
Face-off turnovers podium crafted portfolios dedicate as cohesive
Ruby Kaila Malhotra
19.
Poem: "Beast of Burdens, Heart of Grace"
Poet: Fizza Nafees
From: Lahore, Pakistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Poor creature with sparkling eyes,
. Deep sorrow and helplessness hidden inside.
Bears injustice in distinctive ways,
Yet never asks the reason behind.
Silently, it bears torment and never complains,
Proves beneficial for heartless demons who never mind.
A victim of superiority and harsh domains—
Ahh! it's painful voice reveals agony stitched inside.
Fizza Nafees
20.
Poem: "The Sea Does Not Nurse Its Children"
Poet: Abdel latif Moubarak.
From: Egypt
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Your land cast you out,
So you settled on the wing of a poem.
Perhaps its letters won’t mislead… the one who failed you.
A homeland at the gate of hell, even if it seemed so—
Abandon it, for it wasn’t worthy.
The opposing trunk of the palm tree wasn’t shaken
So that ripe promises, like dates, might fall into your hand,
for the waves of a sea
whose cruel desires perhaps
tempted it…
to kill you.
Your land cast you out.
The breast of Arabism was no longer enough
to nurse you
a dream, shadowed by darkness,
its modesty within the borders.
The lofty ones accepted exile
with a dawn of sorrow that neglected you.
And you, who
took from your priest’s hand
the ember of preservation for the eternity that
will not betray you—
you believed those dwelling beside your soul,
and you were burned.
Destiny did not will it for you.
And it was as if they were the piece of candy, my child,
that fell from your mouth.
The sea does not nurse its children…
Sleep, my beloved.
It is a paradise for eternity, loftier
than a false nectar
we smell like a grave, its dwellers unconcerned.
And the lamb concealed in its lips
a song for the sorrow of your childhood.
Sleep, my beloved.
It is no longer from within history
that your innocence is condemned
or questioned.
This is its nature:
The sea does not nurse its children.
Abdel Latif Moubarak
21.
Poem: "Immortal way"
Poet: Xrysoula Foufa
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Smile-
since poetry arises
and beautifies the world.
Look-
every human being
enjoy the good news!
Stay-
trying to be part
of the spirit resurrection.
Listen-
immortality is called
to be implemented in words .
Say-
everything nice and beautiful
may be praised by poetry.
Write-
poetic lines
become the means to heaven .
© Xrysoula Foufa
22.
Poem: "Moment by moment"
Poet: Fadwa Attia ,
From: Egypt
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Moment by moment, they said about me that I am a strong girl,
one who cares only about her dreams,
able to plunge into the depths of life,
to face difficult tasks and endure so much.
But they forgot that I am a girl with delicate feelings—
I cry like a child
and live moments of happy dreams
with a piece of chocolate and a red rose.
They forgot that I am a human being
before I am an artist.
I love goodness for everyone
and forget my pain in seconds through my love for people.
Yet, no matter what they say,
I will always love people,
and I will never forget—
the love of people.
Fadwa Attia.
23.
Poem: "DON'T HURT ME I AM A HUMAN"
Poet: Sherife Allko
From: Albania 🇦🇱
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
What land am I sitting on, wretch!?
Is it a land that doesn't produce bread for me?!
Are you time-worn, suit-clad,
different?!
Is that part of the land where you live and have fun
another land with a magical enhancer?
Ah, what pain I feel,
when I see my ribs in the sunlight.
They are easily counted,
they have been discovered by poverty.
How unfortunate I am, the black man,
how lucky we are, the dog race,
covered with gold like kings by their bosses.
Oh you, the big heads of the world...
You charlatans, big-boat bastards.
You have become like birds of prey, voracious.
We are starving.
I eat bread, I drink water,
I want to put my feet on.
Without looking, my tears have run out,
I cannot cry, my strength has run out.
O people of this world:...
Do not eat a meal,
set aside a piece
for the children of the world
who see death every day with their eyes.
Please, give me a sincere answer.
Let your heart beat
for us, the uneaten of this world.
Do not submit to the cold silence of life.
Do you know how much devastation you can cause?
Do not make this gesture naturally and consciously,
because you cannot turn back time.
Your silence
may not be so silent in your hearts.
Please, in the name of all the children of the world;
take away the pain we feel in our bodies,
the fear of death.
Feed us to live
as if we were your children.
Let us breathe,
let us hear the joyful beating of our hearts.
May our skin
be softened like flower petals,
because we are innocent angels
on the same earth.
Sherife Allko
24.
Poem: "THE VIOLIN OF PEACE"
Poet : Bernardete Cavalcanti
Country: Brazil
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
A violin spreads a mournful sound,
that touches your heart and everything around
which is heard far and wide,
like someone who has cried!
It was a sound easily distributed throughout the world, known today,
Cries of sadness and longing all the way
The cruelty of insane minds is mixed up to this moment.
None of these acts are found in the notes of a musical instrument!
People without kindness and differences in some way
like a bright day and a dark day
present themselves with hard heart
They feel so far apart.
They accept bestial acts against you
They do not believe in ideal values, so true! The violin "in pianissimo" continues to play,
enveloping with its sound of children crying every day!
Hundreds of sick people with permanent comorbidities
are cruelly murdered with modern facilities!
People suffer as others have suffered.
Money spoke loudly and many perished.
Only divine, pure, and ethical music truly satisfies, it's so easy!
Therefore, I humbly ask you, since we have these facts, to play the Violin of Peace!
© Bernardete Cavalcanti
25.
Poem: "THE WORLD NEEDS PEACE!!!!"
Poet: Yahya Azeroğlu
From: Turkey
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Let's end these insidious plans
The world needs peace
Let the guns fall silent as soon as possible
The world needs peace
My soul mourns when there is war
Conscience flares up when a person dies
Above all else, from eating to drinking
The world needs peace
Tears flow with red blood
A wall built for bad consciences
Why should innocent children be killed?
The world needs peace
Violence spews death in the market
My emotions are falling apart
My flowers are fading in my beautiful garden
The world needs peace
Hegemon states, listen to me
Unfortunately, the established system of oppression
Let these guns be silent, let the ship sail
The world needs peace
People shed tears and cried
Mothers mourned and tied themselves to the snow
Many people lost their lives in the war
The world needs peace
Bombs scatter home and home
They turned the plain into ashes
They prayed for the innocent many times
The world needs peace
Even the birds flew away from the nest
Bullets rain down on the earth from the air
All kinds of sounds come from every head
The world needs peace
A mother wants a child and the child wants a mother
Mischief and mischief are on the side of war
Thousands of lives are lost in war
The world needs peace
Azeroğlu shout out, let the world wake up
Let the darkness be painted with light
May happy days last each other
The world needs peace
Yahya Azeroğlu
President of the Turkish World Art and Culture Center.
26.
Poem: "When My Mother Speaks"
Poem: Dr Ratan Bhattacharjee
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
When my mother speaks, the room learns how to breathe,
Dust settles into meaning, clocks forget their haste.
Her words are wells where thirsty silences kneel,
Drawing water older than my own name.
In her voice, storms fold their flags of thunder,
And broken days stitch themselves into calm.
Each syllable carries the weight of undone prayers,
Lightened only by faith learned through endurance.
She does not command—she anchors the air,
Turning fear into a house with open doors.
Even time bends, listening like a child,
Afraid to miss the lesson hidden in mercy.
When my mother speaks, I remember the future,
And walk toward it without armor.
Former Professor and Poet
Virginia USA
27.
Poem: "Time without pointers"
Poet: Elpiola Lluka,
From: Albania 🇦🇱
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
There's time with frozen pointers walks,
and in decomposed mind talks...
The seconds their pity sounds are hiding,
along pentagram of soul notes are blinding...
There's time without letters speaks,
under deafen chords shouts the heart...
The faded alphabet by illusion tears appart,
losing thought through carcass leaks...
There's time goes as a dried river,
and clocking inside roots that wither;
Over clouds of judgement the blackened ground is clear...
Blurring minutes in flames melting neither...
Beneath ice of hopes the joy stays near...
©️ Elpiola Lluka,
28.
Poem: "Diary of a poet"
Poet: Diep Nguyen (Alex Dieppe)
From: Vietnam
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Laughter of self, meme of the hours passing
Lingering scents of gardenia and osmanthus and ylang ylang
Hazy days of happiness and freedom
And boredom turns into vines of jokes
Broke is the poet’s frequently visited friend
Blend in the tangerine, the fruit of the heart
And mind the ignite.
Diep Nguyen (Alex Dieppe)
29.
Poem: "MY CHILDHOOD"
Poet: Shafkat Aziz Hajam
From: Kashmir, India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Of my world, in my childhood,
I was the king.
I could enjoy freely everything.
I was the king without a crown.
I would wander around the village or the town.
I knew no right and wrong;
For my pleasure I would sing any familiar song.
I would laugh at everyone’s grief,
As long as I wished. I would sleep
Wherever I wished, I would play
In the kitchen or on the way.
I didn’t know It was bad.
If I was stopped, I felt sad.
Now I am grown up and I know
What to do and where to go.
Shafkat Aziz Hajam
30.
Poem: "Magnanimity"
Poet: Panagiota P. Lampri
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
There comes a time
when, through a mistaken reading
of what unfolds,
you deeply wound those
through whom alone you claim
your life has meaning.
When you come to grasp this,
show magnanimity,
and without childish hesitation
ask for forgiveness
and receive grace.
Nothing is more redemptive
than a heartfelt plea for pardon
that, in return, is granted grace.
Panagiota P. Lampri.
31.
Poem:Dreams of night and of life
Poet: Bania Sofia
From: Greece
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
In the sweet warmth of sleep
night dreams,
whispers of silence
give wings to the shadows
and take us on a journey
through the sweet waters of imagination.
They glide like fragments of light
in the deep darkness of the night
and sometimes they give sweet comfort
and they take us to the stars and the skies
and sometimes they burn like lightning,
they disturb us,
they hurt us
and they keep us close to nightmares.
But the dreams of life
the spidery, the subtle,
bright beacons,
they make paths to skies
that have not yet been discovered.
Either tied with a thread of hope
they light fires
and rise like suns in the badlands.
Or with wounds deeply sewn
against time they sing
with earthly steps and hidden wings.
Dreams walk on earth
and see the sky
before it even appears.
Small or big
and in winters they still bloom
even when their wings sink into the earth.
They sprout,
run, dance in the garden of the heart
and they build a ladder
to pass the clouds of darkness.
And if nightmares ever haunt them
and a dark night finds them
it will create night dreams
to comfort us.
And these, made of wounds and feathers,
keep man upright and alive,
giving his heart color and rhythm.
Bania Sofia
32.
Poem: "The Presence of Warmth"
Poet: Prof. Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń
From: Poland
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
in a mother's embrace
created with love
today, tomorrow, for eternity
those peaks with echoes
the joyful day of the sun
and the charm of the moon
and those stars before bed
unfading
where one feels the presence
in the caring words
and hears the tone of the content
from the whispers of women
with the touch of a cuddle
in a whispering breath
like an aria in the song of the soul
awakened at dawn
Professor Dr. Amb. Józef Tomoń
33.
Poem: "Pip"
Poet: "Prabir Kumar Rath"
From: India.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
After, I proposed thee,
It was among crowd, I
Touched thy hand, I was proud.
Thou wert in feminine, days
Did not accept.
It is for me an infinite wait.
After five days, had had thou
Nectar bath.
But, notice, in those, five days
Life takes its birth.
That, therefore, sacred water
Oozes,, to get out of serenity such,
After, thou, soaks pleasure,
in pain for life's creation,
male becomes stubble,
after forever.
Prabir Kumar Rath
34.
Poem: "The Amnesiac Twilight"
Poet: Biswanath Kar.
From:Odisha, India
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Very heavy like a moving cloud is the twilight
The amnesiac twilight in the smoky grey sky
Wounded by the nails of cold wind's blight
Forgot its promises to return to the blue sky.
All the birds,ready to return their backs on
The darkness with sweetest ever chirpings
The expensive essence of darks spread on
The soft twilight welcoming evening scenes.
The evening plays with the blossoms' petals
Swaying them with the gentle sweet breeze
In the deep dirty darkness the twilight veils
Hiding her face she let the evening increase.
Beneath the sky the footprints of romance
Welcome all the unfulfilled dreams of life
The melody of music on the woven canvass
Wakes up amnesiac twilight with new life.
© ® Biswanath Kar
35.
Poem: "Ocean of the soul"
Adam Koturević
From: Serbia
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
Like a line that connects the coast and the sea
Pulls everyone into its dark depths
It silences the last exclamations of freedom
Steals the sky's light
And that little interval that will come
As soon as I breathe in, I will be
That one moment in the blue of peace
Before the storm that comes alone and boldly
After the storm, what remains is a glimmer of hope
So that the last drop does not fall
On that rock, exposed long ago
And I won't be sorry when it's all gone
I am waiting for you in the ocean of my soul
Stay forever, dwell in it.
Adam Koturević,
Bio: Adam Koturević Adi
Poet, musician and photographer from Zaječar, Serbia
Member of the poetry club "Area Felix" from Zaječar.
Associate of e-magazine AREA FELIX,
international magazine for literature and culture.
Member of the association "Rtanj and the Moon's Poetry Circle"
36.
Poem: "The Days I Waited For"
Poet: Xasanova Aziza.
From: Uzbekistan.
Primelore published Date:Tuesday, 03 February 2026.
The days I waited for, they waited for me,
Spring has returned, life blooms like the sea.
Do not think it’s love alone I see,
A smile has come back to comfort me.
Fortune came and hugged me close to be,
Luck kissed my brow with gentle glee.
The days my mother told would be,
Have come at last — the ones I waited for, truly.
My heart can hardly hold this ecstasy,
Tears of gratitude fall silently.
Does my Lord love me so endlessly?
My prayers are answered, they flow free.
The days I waited for, they waited for me,
Life now blooms in joy and harmony.
I’ve truly become fortune’s own key,
And finally — that day has come to me.
Xasanova Aziza
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