Baskadia

There Should Be No Condition In Love

There shld be no conditions in love But your love is based on conditions Stars in your eyes that glittered for a while They have begun to extinguish the candles of love, When that image of yourself falls in your own esteem When your own darkness starts to surround you Then you will come to me, beloved This light is burning, it will always remain burning for you When someone breaks your heart When someone leaves you in suffering Then come to me, beloved My door is open, and will always remain ope

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

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

"Altercity", 22.06.2022

I already said that I'm writing a book (actually, there're several). This poem is something of an introduction to my story.

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then

No summary for my darkest poetry, Darkest Stranger Led a peaceable life, When they were not troubled With other folks' strife. -Some random rhymes in summary for users to help what to make with these

"Un-dead"😈

Written back on 11/26/2021, long before all this madness. "Un-dead" are beings who have risen from the dead and have over-human abilities.

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then

Let me spit these rhymes first, before I get, to the points, and topic worst, Then the pick, of your crimes, sicking artist, to rehearse, From the core, sweating pore, swearing shore, with the daily chore, To study, with a buddy, for a lady, to be daddy, and be quite shady, With the quiet passion, tearing nights, with compassion, wearing whites, onto mansion, Gearing diet, with a pension, while hearing, me right from, the pension, Cheating the bloody, diddy tension, to beat the Jade e-invasion,

What I wish for you

I wish to rain on you a shower of Sakura petals to keep your fire ablaze When it feels like You are in the middle of the ocean and your boat is slowly sinking down I wish to lead you to a field of sunflowers to fill you up with rainbows and sunshine When the clouds are black and you are lost and staggering in a heavy storm and I wish to give you A bonquent of white roses Whenever you let out a smile and you feel like a stray butterfly ~Zanur

"Hopeless Romantic", 09.11.2022

A little bit about me. My experiences. And my demons😉 P.S.: little me in the photo.

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.

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

The Love of a Freeman

Nowadays am like a freelancer, Overwhelming like wind everywhere, To the top of the world to be better, With the brain of a young entertainer, Soon or later we shall rise in a fortune, Of pure amendments to all sorts of brine, To ensure a quality way to a paradise line, With various & new technologies available, I want to create and see the world I need, From rags to riches with enough to breed, Without a fight with other humans with greed, To crown yourself in cold blood to feed. Let's celebrat

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

Pain with pleasure

There are no clouds, there is no storm Will it rain? Inside of my heart, ratial riots? Oh my heart! Why are you beating for the love with the person who I don't know before? Which the broken relationship of the distant born, Will follow me beyond the birth? Birth is not true, I found it now because of you. What is your root? And, I fell in love with you, But I still don't know what is your name is! Only your thoughts are buried in my neurones, What can I do?

If You Think

Thinking is thought or reasoning. An example of thinking is when someone takes the time to work out a problem in their head.

A Confession From The Other Man

A poem by The Other Man telling his love about himself and the things he had noticed in her behavior.

The society

A society created for order. All wars have been settled and there is peace. Only clear skies ahead for this community. But that is not how it goes. In the so called order, there is chaos. In the proclaimed peace there is conflict. Within this society there is division, And all are not united. A society should be either white or black, But there is a plethora of grey. Good and evil, mix together till they are indistinguishable. The society can never be perfect, It can never be truly clean.

Slippery wife. ( Love poem)

Use this link to read it👇👇 https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3136063/my-slippery-wife/

Intertwined Love & Distant Pain

About a love that hurts so the partner has to let go of the hand of her partner so he can love another women but she also cannot live in this world where he doesn't love her.

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

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