Baskadia

Resilient Dawn's Grace

MIRROR, kind and true, No judgment, just a view. BED, a friend in need, Listening as problems feed. DREAM, an escape's embrace, Reality's troubles we erase. RAIN, tears from the sky, Crying with you, never shy. DARKNESS, a hidden space, Your pain it will embrace. SHOWER, washing pain away, With each drop, a brighter day. MUSIC, healing artful sound, Heart's solace easily found. GOD, a guiding light, Through the darkest night.

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

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

YOU'RE A WARRIOR

Dreams await, not in the night, But in the courage, to chase the light. When doubts whisper, causing fright, Remember why you began the fight.Not every day will victories bring, Yet every effort is a golden string. Weaving the tale of a warrior's swing, Each setback, just a fleeting thing.

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

FREEDOM FROM EVERYTHING

This poem basically explains the struggle that I face in my life and how I feel being different from others

Heated

The rising of the sun reminds me of you. Like a hot chocolate, I can’t resist you. I pray for better days and a chance to hold you; to caress your body and make sweet love to you.

Words of soul

There is a rainbow in my eyes, It is talking with touching the two eye lashes, Is this a magic, Rain Will give hot.... I am seeing my mom's face in you..... First time in my life, I am confusing without knowing what is the reason.... You came into my life like a mirror, You show my image in front of me... My heart filled by dreams, Its all because of you...

The Unexpected Meeting

I have met many eyes, and only i got lost in yours. When our paths accidentally collide, I open to you my closed doors. As I fell, really hard, It was you who catch me first.

freedom of choice

Freedom of choice I want to develop and fly like a bird, fly so high that only sky will be my limit. Penetrates the clouds without any permit and return to the land as I pleases. I want to be flexible like a waving flag. I want to move in all direction with ease and current of my movement will be natural, but in contrast to flag I will be my own pilot. I want be visible like a flag when I please and disappear in the clouds like a bird if I desire. I want to live in the edge of no danger but fall

What do we forgot, when we found, we’re not

An amazing Rhyme Of Blog Hope You Like if yes than gift bitcoin this line was neither bought from any website nor book it's written by me

Stay

I hope you stay with me, until the very end. be true to me and don’t make pretend. like the bamboo who stand and bend— we will never break, we will never meet an end.

With Known Haters, Enters You, Renown Predators

Everyday’s been the same, within a prayer, of flame, Being ashamed, of the crisis, blaming the fame, for the demises, Teaming fate, with the dices, dreaming late, cheating the spices, Of hope, who beat the mices, of haters, with the vices, Meeting the later part, of our latter future, who greet me, to nurture the carts, with pleasure, And leisure, neat in closure, without the measure, Doubting the plagiarized ensured, about the plague, that raised, and cured, With the trust, as we piggyback, the

Days count in dance when you amount and glance

Amazing Poem By THE DARKEST STRANGER

Breath

One of the poems from my book of poetry ‘Journey to Self’ available on Amazon

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

No summary only poetry we live for rhyme with no extra time.

Do I Care? Yes I Do!

One may ask what are friends for? Send this to a friend.

The Red Wheelbarrow

BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens

Haunted Dreams

I had this problem of having nightmares early this year to the extent of not sleeping.I was afraid if sleeping but poetry kept me moving Writting out what and how i felt really helped me alot. Thank you poetry.