Baskadia

I will rise up

A man's wish to rise up. Taken from Words of Encouragement and Hope from Songs of Lexicon

Incarcerated

The poem is about being afraid to be who i am because of the hatred and Rejection i will face if i don’t live to society's expectations of living.

Trust

Trust takes time to build It’s not an easy thrill But with patience and honest words It will grow strong and still It’s knowing someone’s your friend That gives hope and good cheer No matter what comes your way Trust will always be here Trust can be hard for some But for others it comes easy It’s the bond we share That makes us truly free.

The day after tomorrow.

Through this day, you absconded with my heart. Tearing me slowly apart, with your eyes trembling, and ready to let me go. And I, always ready. Waiting for you to revert to someone who you was. Today you said goodbye, but still my arms are open for you. Let me remind you the things that we have done together. Those nights that was deleterious for me to face, you protected me. Those days when I was facing dilemmas, you solved it for me. At times that I was facing almost my death, you tried to make

mushroom cat / GPTJ-6B

A little cat with a tiny head crawled under the rug, But when the woman bent to pick it up, it had vanished. A dog and a cat in a mushroom and it makes a very good cake How do I get to the moon?😺🌒 generate by GPTJ-6B Generate Short Poem along with an Illustration

The Battlefield

The poem is about the teRror of battlefield do check it and give your feedback thx.

Love : A Wild Goose Chase

He falls in love with her physique and intellectual; but it ends up in tears. Is love an illusion?

The Tattoo On My Ring Finger (Inspired from TXT's Song)

020 Together, we bought that shiny ring, our promises and dreams, on this piece of metal cling. The smiles and laughter that we shared, the warmth of your kisses and hugs are now lost in the maze's dead-end. Your traces are gone, vanished without a trace. All that's left is this mark on my ring finger that I always caressed. Your place beside the bed feels cold, I'm missing your smell, my life feels void. The tattoo on my ring finger is now a memory, a memory where you are mine in my every day.

A letter from the heart

A LETTER FROM THE HEART Dear Lover, To think just a few minutes ago, I didn't have the strength to write to you, but thinking about you makes me want to write..... Before we proceed, I want you to know that these are words I have always wanted to tell you..... Come closer, what I am about to say is private... Shhhh You know... I miss you so deeply that, every thought of you feels me with sweet emotions... You know... I love it when you call my name... oh, what I would give to hear you whisper it

Seldom

I was lonely one night and an inspiration came,so i thought of making that thiught into words. You are never alone out there,trust me

Lies

Grasses claim to be as tall as an iroko Ants claim to be as big as an elephant. The antelopes thinks they are lions. The weak feel they are strong The prey believe they are predators Everyone lives in their own fictional world, But only the strong minded know How to differentiate dreams from reality You talk about your Non existential achievements. Lies told on purpose Or perhaps on the delusions of the mind.

WHY ?

This poem is about a person who is not with me, but her memories are always with me.

ANHEDONIA

In this condition a person is totally shuttered and he often feels uneasy in a pleasant situation.

VALENTINE POEM

She Walks in Beauty She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So

The global motto

Do not follow the norms And just mover with the waves Learn to standout Be different

A Friend

It's my happiness

A feeling

So often I smile without a course, and get lost in the moment laughing alone. The felicity I have is so sone, so that I laugh alone without a joke. All this wode because of persist intuition. A feeling without dimensions and edges yet in description can exhaust all pages, and on the surfaces its my ignition for instinct. A feeling that is very exciting, yet a rumor says it can be easily be extinct. A barrier of active and passive is fine margin. A feeling of perceptions and impressions. A feelin

POISON TREE

Once upon a time, when all men were equal No rich, no poor No law, no war And they thought they were FREE But, there lived a Poison TREE One bite, denied freedom for all. (c) Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.

Different Worlds

A poem that brings to light the different worlds that we live in. Taken from different worlds from the Songs of Lexicon.

ONCE WAS I

Once was I in love, When I spent all my time in that love, Love that bored no fruits, Yet I didn't recognize this, For I had nobody to tell me, Until today I got myself to know. Once was I in those parties, Parties that I attended daily, Accompanied by all friends, Friends that gave no advice Yet I kept them, Just for friendships. Once was I very strong, Physically and mentally indeed, Strong like a lion Powerful like Samson, But today, Once was I. Once was more time I spent, Not in hard work, B