Baskadia

The suffocating Crisis

I don't know how long can justice fight The corruptness that grows because of people's fright The world that we currently see Is cruel and will never be free Now under this small tree I'm wondering the world I wanna see Full of those who only wants to help Where is it? I humbly ask myself Whatever the reason might be I ponder on when can I see A world that is peaceful from land to sea But honestly? I think it's never meant to be Oh please let me ourselves free Open mind and heart is the only key

Sendirian

Ubi kukus dan wedang jahe

AGEING and LIFE

How growing has been 🥺

JUST YOU.

Be with someone Who makes you happy 😊 Because no one understands you better than you 💌👌

Lying down writing,writing a poem.

If life had no love?😭is a question that can never be answered.Sandra is a good friend of mine,but distance has put us apart.And I still love her,it's deep down in my heart.If the sun didn't love but we had the moon,where is the love? Life is love.

End police brutality

It is all about police brutality in the world...

Sober

Feeling something again

Soliloquy

I had several friends during school time. But when I moved to the other city for my graduation,I really couldnt fit in with the rest of my classmates. I feel like a complete stanger,a ghost often times. But even then there are a slect few who care.

Poem

Sad

Don't die before your death

Muniba Mazari

My dark Shadow

In this poem my shadow will be copying me so I wrote a poem upon my shadow

Their Love

THEIR LOVE Out of the rising of the sun, the thought of feeling special has descended into the hearts of two soul. The desire to be appreciated has grown wings and the wings flourish with ointment of enticing from his heart to her soul. Soul sort after soul, and life sort help mate to become a figure with balance digits. The seed of affection dropped Into the fertile ground of their hearts and it grows a tree of value for them both

Broken Heart

Broken Heart NJR Nihar When you left.. With a stone in the heart, You may have deleted me by now. From the pages of your memory, But this silent broken heart of mine Count your hours today, I know you won't come back Yet vain boast, In the night spent in my trouble You come today as a dream, Persistence of this fictional dream in a broken heart just a moment, It comes down immediately black shadow of sadness, Waiting for you consumes me day by day The emptiness surrounds me, come back dear This

To our unborn love

If I will be a poet you are the poetry, but those are recycled words let me try again. I like you, I like you more than anybody else could have ever love you..scratch that let me try again. If I'm being honest, my first words are, I want to give you the pleasure that your beauty deserves. See my brothers and I are kind of swords of finer things, I could pick a flower just to smell a rose, but I vowed not to plant a seed if I'm not ready to water it. See I titled this ....to our unborn love. My f

Felines rest anyplace.. 🐱Or cat sleeping anywhere... ⭐

Welcome

Romantic bangla poem

মৃদু ছোঁয়া হাসান _ তুমার কোমল অঙ্গের প্রতিটা ছোয়া আমাকে মাতাল করে তুলে, _ যেমনটা হয় বহু প্রতিক্ষণের পর এক পশলা বৃষ্টি। _ তুমার আদর মাখা হাসি আমার মনের ভিতর উত্তাল তৈরী করে, যেমনটা হয় এক বড় কম্পনে সমুদ্রে ঢেউয়ের সৃষ্টি। যদি কখনো হঠাৎ করে প্রশ্ন করো আমায়..., _ কতোটা ভালোবাসি তুমায়...? _ আমার আবেগ ঘন মন বলবে তুমায়.., _ অঝর ধারায় বহিত বৃষ্টির হিসাব বলোতো আমায়? মাঝে মাঝে চৈত্রের তিক্ত রোদের দংষনে ভূমির মাঝে নিজেক খুঁজে বেড়াই.., আহা...! ভূমির সে কি আত্তচিৎকার, এক বিন্দু জলের আশায়...ঠিক যেভাবে আমার মন

BIAFRA A HOME NO LONGER A HOME

A poem of how biafra people the Igbo's where forced to become Nigeria... A tale as old as time

DREAM

DREAMING DREAM

One day...

One day we exist, we live One day we are no longer. Our presence becomes only a memory And our absence is only pain.

Way to home

My frist poem