Baskadia

A Chaotic World To Nurture

Superstar's first rhymes after The Existence created him. From a section of The Songs of Lexicon called Superstar's Rhymes

Sad Poetry About Trust Issues

In shadows cast by love's cruel ruse, There dwells a man named Saad, abused. A soul with trust issues, heart askew, His breaking tale I now imbue. Once, he wore a smile so bright, Believed in love, in pure delight. But past betrayals left him scarred, In fractured trust, his heart was marred. In love's sweet dance, he found a flame, A tender heart, an empty name. She vowed devotion, claimed to care, Yet secrets lurked, a heart laid bare. Behind her eyes, deceit took hold, As Saad's suspicions sl

Trapped in Helplessness

I'm drowning in a sea of doubt My mind consumed by fear and drought I'm lost, alone, and cannot cope In this vast abyss without hope My hands are tied, my feet are bound As I struggle to break free, no sound Escapes my lips, my voice is gone In this darkness, I am undone I cry out for help, but no one hears As I'm consumed by my own fears I'm trapped in this cycle of despair With no way out, no one to care My heart beats fast, my mind races As I'm consumed by this familiar place Of helplessness,

SHE

For the girl child whose dream is becoming shattered by the miserable hands of those living around her. For th the girl child who's dying in pain day by day. For the girl child whose molested life has become a daily bread.

The poor grape seller boy(poem)

In the scorching heat, a boy stands tall, Selling grapes, his dreams he recalls. A humble soul, with calloused hands, He weaves his way through life's vast lands. Each grape he holds, a story untold, Of resilience and hope, so bold. With every cluster, he shares a taste, Of perseverance and strength embraced. Beneath the sun, his spirit shines bright, A symbol of courage in the harshest plight. Through dust and toil, he perseveres, A silent poet amid life's tears. In his presence, a lesson we fi

Man and Dream

In the wide world, man walks, A heart full of dreams, hope ahead. Search for the meaning of life footprints in the sands of time Among the stars, the soul flies freely. Full of emotion joyful and also sad Humans dance on the stage of life. In a branching story they search for meaning Engraving traces of the story in the eternal destiny sheet. From stardust born man shines brightly But also vulnerable to the darkness that comes. Reaching for the stars, stringing dreams in the sky, Human, you are

Hemotional

People who feel are drooping flowers. The tiny ones that the rain beats with it's fists. Anger comes with it's boiling rage. Then the mouth speaks: dropping eggs that are broken alongside many hearts. The sadness follows and then it covers you like a warm duvet. It is like a bodyguard that protects you and pushes everyone else away. When laughter comes, it comes with fear that the good feeling is your salary: it never lasts. What a price to pay for being so sensitive, bending like the plant in t

Soulful Threads: Navigating Digital Labyrinths

"Soulful Threads": Elian and Alina's metaphoric digital journey towards authenticity. Philosophical conversations unravel avatars, revealing the human longing for real bonds. A call to bridge the virtual-authenticity divide.

What are the Iraqi cultures and the popular cultures of the people in their regions?

Iraq is a country with a rich and diverse culture that has been influenced by various civilizations and empires throughout its history. • Music: Iraqi music is a blend of Arabic and Persian influences and includes a variety of instruments such as the oud, wanna, and darbuka. Hospitality is seen as an important virtue in Iraqi culture, and it is expected that guests will show gratitude and appreciation for their host's generosity.

"Everyday"

Everyday am on the race to my news, Not only racing to unknown life destinations, I wish I could see the upcoming stations But even my bros have their heavens, It's like everyone is upto seeing Nights, And hoping for the best of all living days, Everyday when I look upto the sky, I only see my shining anniversary, With beautiful birds flying all over orderly, Celebrating the sun and the wind happily, As I meditate with the stars keenly, From the top of stones carefully, Everyday I meet new human

Belinda

Superstar's Rhymes for his love, The Goddess of Beauty

Poem

Farewell

IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

Sonnet 7: will you still love me?

Sonnet 7: will you still love me? When this beauty fades will you still love me? This was her words questioning my intentions. I dwell in my mind before I manifest my Revelations, being analytical and honest not to be crème. My answer is the truth it do not decay with time for I don't want to be a subject of prosecution, and only truth will be my protection. Here is my answer for "will you still love me?" The subject of my love is the subject of your conduct. I love the peace that has bonded int

Title: Embracing My Passions Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music

the explore of passions that light up my life and inspiration.I have discovered a world of self-expression and comforts. poetry is to express depths of my emotions, thought. And I Enjoy of playing badminton. Books enhance my vocabulary, imagination and inspiration, learning and Movies are my comforters, providing solace teach me about life, I find solace in the embrace of music.transport me to a serene sea, where I can sit on the sand and let my imagination free, comforting me.

شام جو هي پهر

شام جو هي پهر Evening poetry in sindhi #sindhipoetry555

I'm just one (poetry)

They say I'm two, but I'm just one, A mystery to unravel, yet to be undone. I stand before them, flesh and bone, But they see two, a duality unknown. They question my existence, my very being, As if two souls within me are disagreeing. But I assure them, with every breath I take, That I am one, my heart and soul at stake. They point to my contradictions, my every flaw, As if two personas within me are at war. But I tell them, with every word I speak, That I am one, my identity not weak. For I am

Islamic

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The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine