Baskadia

7:30 p.m.

A poem that could easily be a song about something that will never come back…

Poem stopping by wood on a snowy evening.

The poem stopping by wood on a snowy evening has been written by Robert frost.It tells the story of a man who is travelling to his hometown.

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

The haunting of are self

I write only of what ik and feel. So i pray that may oneday god will send an opportunity my way that will allow me to provide for my family befor i lose my self.

My poem on stars

Beauty of STARS

Poem

The poem "the driver on the highway",is symbolic. It protests human being and the social world. As humans,the resolutions we make, impact our social setting. Hence, we should be mindful in decision making. Subsequently,we are the driver in our lives. The directions we control life to take result in our success or failure. Like the car, impact on the highway so our lives have effect on the society.

Love 💗

My love for you is like a river That flows from my heart to yours It's a never-ending stream of emotion That grows stronger each passing day My love for you is like a mountain That stands tall and proud It's a fortress of devotion That will never be brought down My love for you is like a star That twinkles in the night sky It's a beacon of hope and joy That will never fade away My love for you is like a song That plays in my head all day long It's a melody of adoration That will never cease to p

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

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

"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.

"Whispers of the Unseen Tapestry"

In realms unseen, where dreams take flight, A tapestry woven with celestial light, Whispers of stars and secrets untold, A symphony of wonders, yet to unfold. Beneath the moon's ethereal glow, Where time stands still, and galaxies flow, Unveiling mysteries, both strange and rare, An enigmatic dance in cosmic air. Ethereal beings, with wings unfurled, Guardians of realms, ancient and surreal, They navigate through dimensions unseen, Where imagination reigns, vibrant and keen. In this realm of bou

The Other Man's Tragedy

A page from The Songs Of The Other Man from Songs of Lexicon.

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 😆