Baskadia

I am an island

In solitude's embrace, I dwell alone, A symphony of thoughts in silence sown. The world around me hums a distant song, Yet I'm an island where I do belong. The stars above, like diamonds in the night, Reflect the tears that glisten, taking flight. A heart that longs for warmth and tender touch, But finds itself adrift, yearning too much. A phantom echo of laughter and cheer, Whispers of voices once held dear, Yet here I stand, a solitary soul, Seeking connection, to once again feel whole. In sha

Life Is Funny

A spoken poetry about life.

Poem

Nowadays in the world🤎

Up to you

I can't drag you into heaven or push you into hell.

Nature

People caring for nature feels so fine Seeing nature clean as it shines People helping nature has a soul so kind 3Rs are one of the things you should keep in mind. Don't do things that can cause pollution Ignoring the nature is not the solution This poem should be seen Keep the forest clean and green.

The Ballad of the Curse and the Courageous Knight

From an anonymous poet, in honor of the ballad style and its rich storytelling tradition, we have this poem for you. Hope you like it.

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.

Mother

A title to hold with grace A role to fill with care A heart to love without a trace A spirit strong and fair A soul that knows no bounds A mind that sees beyond A hand that holds and never frowns A voice that sings a lullaby A smile that lights the way A face that shines with love each day A mother, you are all of this and more The best there is, the best there's ever been I love you more than words can say And I am so grateful to be your child

poetry on love

The poem on love is a short piece that celebrates the beauty and power of love. It describes love as a force that connects us, a feeling that can make us stand tall and a bond that can never be broken. The poem goes on to describe some of the ways that love makes us feel, such as warmth, security, and joy. Overall, the poem conveys a sense of hope and optimism about the power of love to enrich our lives.

BEAUTY OF NATURE (A POEM)

Look at nature’s beauty like you’ll view a dainty. See the glistening night’s stars as sweet sparks on the eyes. What a bliss in my heart watching a penguin sit! Like a fishing bobber, stands a seal with blubber. It’s fun seeing fountains flowing down the mountains, And casting their fluid bodies into the deep valleys. Great God of creation, your love floods my nation, Reflecting Your power, and radiating Your wonder. Greater glory would be, for all the saints to see. Faces would ever glow, thou

Alone, by Edgar Allan Poe

In Alone, Poe reflects upon a life experienced as an emotional outsider. The narrator's experience of perceiving life and emotions differently to others in Edgar Allen Poe's Alone, has led to him feeling isolated and here he is questioning why he sees things so differently.

He Wants for the Fabrics of Paradise

Had I the sky's weaved fabrics, Enwrought with brilliant and silver light, The blue and the faint and the dull fabrics Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the materials under your feet … One of Yeats' short show-stoppers, this sonnet is quite possibly of his generally renowned and broadly anthologised verse: 'Be cautious since you track on my fantasies.' It's a flawlessly expressive urging to be dealt with compassionate by one to whom one has swore one's life and heart. It was

Poem

Miss Me When I'm gone, will you miss me? Will you think of all the times we shared? Will you smile at the memories, or cry for the loss? Will you keep me in your heart, or let me fade away? Will you cherish our bond, or break it with a word? Will you honor our promises, or forget them in a day? Will you miss me when I'm gone, or will you move on? Will you look for me in the stars, or in someone else's eyes? Will you miss me when I'm gone, or will you be glad I'm gone?

The world we live in

The poem reflects on the fast pace of city life and the sounds of cars and sirens, compared to the peaceful countryside with its rolling hills, fresh air, and chirps of crickets. The poem highlights the importance of finding balance between the hustle and calmness in life and cherishing the world we live in with its diverse landscapes. The poem is a reminder to appreciate both the bustling cities and tranquil landscapes that make up our world.

Last words to my X

There is a corner of my heart that is yours, and I don't mean for now or until I've found somebody else. I mean forever. I just mean to say whether I fall in love a thousand times over or once or never again, there will always be a quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you.

Poem Title "Whispers of the Willow"

Amidst the twilight's gentle hue, Beneath the crescent moon's soft glow, A willow weeps beside the stream, Where dreams and whispers softly flow. Its branches sway like silken threads, Caressing zephyrs as they pass, In nature's arms, a dance it weds, A mesmerizing, graceful mass. A guardian to the secrets told, By lovers' hearts, in shadows' embrace, It listens to the young and old, And cradles memories in its space. Through seasons' change, it stands its ground, In winter's chill and summer's

POEM

Theme of this poem is that for every dark night is there a bright morning .

A POEM TITLED LONELINESS

To the lonely souls, don't worry, I've got you.

The Child's Cry: A Poem on the Tragedy of War"

This is a sad poem on war inspired by the Ukraine and Russian war.

A POEM ON "THE VICTIMIZATION OF THE BODY".

This poem addresses such a deconstructionist approach on how a person is always undergone to a kind of symbolic subjectivity, and thus, being reified under the hellish centrality of capitalism.