Baskadia

"صوت الحب الصامت"

تجلس وتشاهد من بعيد، قلبها يفيض مثل جرة. عيناها تتبعه حيثما يذهب، ولكن شفتيها مغلقتان ولا يعلم أحد. تشتاق لأن تخبره بما تشعر، أن تخبره أن قلبها حقيقي. ولكن الخوف والشك يعيقانها، مما يترك حبها في نقص مستمر. تحلم باللحظات التي يمكنهما مشاركتها، بالضحك والحب والرعاية اللطيفة. ولكن في ذهنها، إنها مجرد خيال، لأنها لا تستطيع أن تعترف بحبها، ترون. قلبها يئن مع كل يوم يمر، فهي تخفي مشاعرها، خائفة جدًا من القول. تتساءل إذا كان يشعر بالمثل، أم إن حبها هو في النهاية عبث. ولكن حتى لو لم تتحدث قلبها أبدًا، ح

"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

Rain filled with tears 😢

In the pouring rain, tears streaming down, Silent screams echo without a sound. From the depths of your being, a cry released, A wound unseen, pain never ceased. When your heart plummets, heavy and low, I understand your storm, the tempest's blow. I know your melody, your soul's refrain, Though your story's secrets may remain. Diverse souls we bear, unique in our frame, Yet intertwined, connected all the same. For in shared experiences, we unite, Embracing the human journey's light.

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

Dear Mom

How i long to see you again When you left i was in True pain The number of times i cried under the rain In my heart your memories remain I Miss you mom😭

Sad poem

In the shadows of my heart, a melancholy sigh, A poem of sadness, I shall now imply. A tale of sorrow, woven with woe, Where tears cascade, unstoppable flow. Like a fading star, my spirit grows weak, Embracing sadness, with every breath I speak. The weight on my shoulders, heavy with despair, As I wander through life, consumed by care. A broken smile, no solace can it trace, Echoing laughter, now a distant embrace. The world around me, cloaked in shades of gray, A constant reminder of the joys t

love

In the realm of love, my heart took flight, A melody of emotions, pure and bright. Boundless passion, like an eternal flame, Love's enchantment, I can never tame. With every beat, my heart whispers your name, A symphony of longing, a burning flame. In your embrace, I find solace and peace, Love's sweet surrender, a divine release. Your touch, a gentle breeze upon my skin, Ignites a fire, a love that's never been. In your eyes, I see a reflection of my soul, A love story written, destined to unfo

In the realm of stars, where dreams reside

In the realm of stars, where dreams reside,

I am always deeply moved by the beauty and resilience of people with black skin.

In the tapestry of ebony hues, A symphony of grace and resilience, The people of ebony skin, A portrait of strength and brilliance. Their souls adorned with rich history, Stories etched in every line and curve, Through struggles and triumphs, They radiate a beauty that preserves. From the rhythm of their laughter, To the wisdom in their eyes, Their spirit dances with resilience, Underneath vast African skies.

The Inner Terrorist

The Inner Terrorist. By Drich The Poet. In my ups and downs It comes Confined in my place of solitude I’m a prisoner in myself Seeking salvation every single time I see they want to see it And de-capitalize me for pleasure's sake They call it addiction I call it a terrorist. A terrorist without a weapon. It comes knocking like an ordered Uber Dressed in a camo tank outfits With candies and lollipop for me If I try to hide, where will that be? From the sound of my alarm To the clap of my padlock

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.

幸せへの讃歌

幸せよ、輝ける宝石のように 心の奥底に輝く光 笑顔の中に見つける宝物 幸せよ、永遠に続く歌 悲しみがやってきても 君は強く立ち向かう 幸せの魔法、心の中 幸せよ、君は永遠の友 人生の旅路で導く星 幸せの瞬間を楽しもう 友情、愛、笑顔と共に 幸せよ、永遠に輝け この幸せの詩を歌おう 君の心に希望をもたらす 幸せよ、君は特別な存在 永遠に続く、幸せの詩

New Poem Collection "RENAISSANCE"

My new poem collection is finally going to be out on 10/10/2023.

A poem on Addiction

Addiction

Life drama

This poems highlights the hidden truth of life

Nature-inspired poem for you

The poem is a nature-inspired piece that paints a serene and vivid picture of the natural world. It describes a tranquil setting with fields of green, wildflowers, and a crescent moon. The poem conveys a sense of wonder and the beauty of nature, highlighting the connection between nature and human emotions. It also emphasizes themes of love and friendship, creating a tapestry of words that captures the essence of the natural world and its significance in our lives.

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

Unbreakable pain

I just felt like writing this poem after going through alot of things and pouring out my mind through this poem seems to be the best.

Crumbled Ruins

036 Love was composed of sweet symphonies sung from the bottom of our hearts. The beats were in sync and the prances of affections stands like monuments. The rhythm dances along with the piano as smiles glides in the wide ballroom. Distinct laughter of joyful emotions travels along the garden's hall. The shimmering lights illuminates the future ahead of them. It was a lovely sight to see as everyone hugged tightly as if never letting go. But... it doesn't last forever. For love was also compose

New month

In the realm of time, a cycle begins anew, As the old month departs, the new month breaks through. With each rise of the sun, a fresh chapter unfolds, An unwritten canvas, waiting to be told. September arrives with a gentle embrace, A month of transition, a change in its pace. Leaves whisper secrets in the autumnal breeze, Colours of amber and gold adorn the trees. The days grow shorter, the nights a bit colder, As nature prepares for its grand transformation older. In this tapestry of time, a c