Baskadia

The Cost of War

The sky is filled with smoke and ash, The ground is stained with blood and tears, The cries of the wounded echo in the air, The screams of the dying fill our ears. The cost of war is too great to bear, The price of freedom can be so high, The lives of the brave are taken away, The families of the fallen left to cry. The heroes of our nation are gone, Their sacrifice will never be forgotten, Their courage and strength will live on, Their memory will remain in our hearts forever. The cost of war i

Sad

Sadness is a heavy rain cloud; That hangs over me all day It's so hard to express out loud; The sorrow that comes my way. I'm so easily weighed down; By each thought and emotion My eyes brim with sadness; My heart is a dark ocean. It's hard to feel the warmth; When I'm surrounded by cold I try to find the strength to rise; But it's a weighted hold I give in to sadness; And let the loneliness consume I'm desperately seeking happiness; But it's become such a huge gloom. The sadness never fully lif

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Yati airlines carse poem

Yati Airlines, soaring high above Yesterday, a tragic loss Rest in peace, dear passengers and crew Your memories will forever be with us, too In hearts and minds, you'll always stay Your journey in the skies, forever at bay But know that you are not alone In the hearts of those who love you, you'll forever be known

RED

Standing at the balcony You're just staring at the sky I can see the sadness and pain in your eyes I know you've been hurt countless of times Life flies One thing is certain, and the rest is lies In my room, I can hear  your screams and cries The flower that once has bloomed forever dies

A Melodramatic Poem About Cooking

In the bustling kitchen, the chef, a maestro in an apron, orchestrates a symphony of ingredients. The stove becomes a stage where carrots pirouette and onions transform in a culinary ballet. Garlic whispers secrets, spices waltz, and a medley of sizzles creates a sensory storm. The chopping board echoes with a rhythmic beat as knives dance in a culinary feat. The poem culminates in a finale where the chef, wielding a ladle as a wand, unveils a masterpiece; a culinary sonnet where senses prevail.

In His Life, I'm Not the Female Protagonist

In a world of tales, where each heart's a book, A girl believed, with a hopeful look. That everyone's the lead in their own rhyme, She, too, the star in her own sweet time. Through life's story, she danced with glee, Her spirit waltzing, wild and free. She thought, "I'm the main, the shining one, In the story of life, I'm second to none." But one day, a twist, a plot untold, A love story with edges rough and bold. She glimpsed his eyes, a captivating sight, Yet, in his world, she was out of sigh

Mother's Longing

I dedicated this poem for my son, now in heaven. I want to express my feelings trough this poem.

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine

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

Love Poem for Wednesday

You’re the day after Tuesday, before eternity. You’re the day we ran out of tomatoes and used tiny packets of ketchup instead. You are salt, no salt, too much salt, a hangover. You hold the breath of an abandoned cave. Sometimes you surprise me with your aurora borealis and I’ll pull over to watch you; I’ll wait in the dark shivering fields of you. But mostly, not. My students don’t care for you or your lessons from the life of a minor god. Can you hit the high C in our anthem? Can you bench pre

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Miss you A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

Love poem in ancient arabic. By me🥰

Love poem

FREEDOM FROM EVERYTHING

This poem basically explains the struggle that I face in my life and how I feel being different from others

The Free Captive

My thoughts don’t let me think, The voices in my head although unheard leaves me scared and red. They seem to scream what it is I don’t get. Not for the promises of a lover unmet, Nor for the change of fake friends whose line never seems to come to an end. But for what is what I try to get, The strange words unspelt, I remain a free captive Captivated by my own initiative. I try to run but it’s all in vain Because you can’t run from your own brain. I think I’m free but then my thoughts come agai

Lullaby

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes, Smiles awake you when you rise; Sleep, pretty wantons, do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby, Rock them, rock them, lullaby …

Down the Road

poem

Poem "Mother's Love"

A mother's love is like a rose, So beautiful and pure. It's a love that knows no bounds, And will always endure. A mother's sacrifice is great, She puts her children first. She works so hard to give them all, Her love and all her worth. She wakes up early in the morn, And stays up late at night. She never complains or fusses, Just does what feels right. A mother's love is unconditional, It never fades or dies. It's a love that will always be, A constant in our lives. So here's a poem to all the

ADRIFT

Amidst the shadows, I wander, adrift, A soul in search of a guiding rift. A compass lost in a world unknown, A heart seeking solace, a place to call home. The path before me, shrouded in haze, I stumble through life's intricate maze. Lost in the echoes of whispered fears, Yearning for a light to dry my tears. In the depths of uncertainty, I reside, A puzzle unfinished, a knot hard to untie. A ship on a sea of doubts untamed, Yearning for purpose, to be named. But even in this darkness, a glimmer