Baskadia

Poem Rain

As raindrops dance upon the earth's terrain, They bring life to flowers, fields, and grain. Each droplet a messenger from the heavens above, Nourishing the land with its eternal love. The scent of petrichor fills the air, As rain cleanses and purifies with care. The world awakens, refreshed and anew, With every drop, a promise of life, it imbues. Rain's rhythm on rooftops, a lullaby, Serenading us to sleep as clouds drift by. We find solace in its gentle embrace, As it washes away worries, leavi

Thirst for revenge

Anger can sometimes help me feel better

My poem on stars

Beauty of STARS

Guiding light

Amidst the chaos, we find our way, In the night, we seize the day. In every moment, a chance to ignite, A spark of hope, a guiding light.

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

Forgiveness

The hardest word to say, The hardest thing to do, But it's the only way To set yourself free. It doesn't mean you have to forget, Or that what they did was okay, But it does mean you can let go Of the anger and the pain. Forgiveness is a gift, Not just to the other person, But to yourself. It's the key to healing, And it's the only way to move on. So if you're holding on to anger, Or if you're struggling to forgive, Just know that you're not alone. It's a process, and it takes time, But it's wor

"Eternal Embrace: A Love Poem"

Summary: "Eternal Embrace: A Love Poem" is a heartfelt composition that captures the essence of a deep and enduring love. The poem explores the power of affection, the beauty of connection, and the transformative nature of love. Through vivid imagery and evocative language, it portrays the intensity and joy found in a profound love story.

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

THE VISIONARY

Night dreams grant me to VisualiZe From being a real me To a Chosen Future Me In a NO Man's Land Executed To Make me Feel like Elevated, With Full Energy to be Assured, Of the two choices occured, In the Future of the Dead,and, The future of the resurrected, The Golden Voice will be heard, From the Unseen underworld, Loudly Shouting Written Words, On the Sky and on the Grounds, With Powerful Thunderstorms, Shaking every Point Vigorously, Trust me Nobody will Know When,but, The few minutes of the

Poem

It a love poem to a ladies

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

Crushed Can on the Football Field

I'm a crushed can on the pitch drunk up empty What day it is? maybe half sunny half rainy What stadium this is? I can never tell The teams that clashed I may never know Maybe Barcelona versus Liverpool Or Manchester United versus Chelsea Each assumption leads farther from the truth The player that drank me might have been one... Probably a player from the losing team Though lifeless I could hear him quake within. I may be just a crushed can on this football field But every creature has it's own

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine

New month prayer

Dear Heavenly Father, We give thanks for a fresh start, As we enter a new month, Let us have a thankful heart. We pray for guidance and strength, To search for better days ahead, Lead us out of times of distress, Help us to know when to take a rest. We pray for faith and resilience, And for others, may we share Your grace. Help us to use our time wisely, And see Your goodness in each place. We thank You for Your everlasting love, Your presence that is always near. Your goodness remains unwaverin

The betrayal

In shadows deep, where friendships fray, Lies the tale of trust led far astray. Once, they wore masks of loyalty so tight, Yet beneath the surface, darkness took flight. Their smiles masked secrets, their words were veiled, In the garden of friendship, treachery unveiled. A dagger concealed by a friendly embrace, Betrayal's bitter truth, hard to erase. They whispered sweet promises, a pact so sly, But their deceitful hearts harbored a lie. Behind your back, they plotted and schemed, In the realm

THE THIRD WORLD POLITICIAN

Here he is, The big man. He flaunts his money, To show the masses His affluent and wealth. And the rumours spread, That the big man, Was not a businessman. "But what could he be". They wondered. Which occupation, Made you as rich as a businessman? It was not carpentry, Nor was it bricklaying, Or blacksmithing, Then suddenly we knew! The big man, Was nothing but a politician. An occupation of the privileged Who never got tired of their occupation, Who did more bad than good, Whose personal intere

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

A Lesson in Respect: A Poem for a Disrespectful Child

Respect is a lesson that I must teach It's a lesson that I hope you'll reach It's not something that you can buy or sell It's a lesson that you must learn yourself It's not something that can be taken away It's something that you must learn to stay It's not something that you can ignore It's something that you must learn to explore Respect is a lesson that you must learn It's a lesson that will help you discern It's a lesson that will help you grow It's a lesson that will help you know It's a le

Alone

The unfinished memories