Baskadia

New Month

July, oh July, a month so bright and fair, With sun-kissed days and gentle summer air. The world is lush, with greens and blues abounding, And every sight and sound is so astounding. The birds sing sweetly, in the trees and skies, Their melodies a joy to all our eyes. The flowers bloom, in fields and gardens too, Their vibrant hues a feast for me and you. The warm sun shines, with all its radiant might, And fills our hearts with pure and endless light. The days are long, and full of endless fun,

A shoulder to cry on

A shoulder to cry on A shoulder to cry on is better than gold, In dark times  it gives energy to go on. Lights that were turned off  will be turn on while it comforts like a mother to new born giving hope and erasing pain of what is gone. A shoulder to cry on help you to mourn providing company until you set on new dawn. It understand why you cry and what you lost. It doesn’t intent to show off hence it never fall short and comes from the least expected with no cost.

Endurance

In different forms comes this gift, given to many, the power to take each day and make it plenty. A strength found deep within, to persevere, the will to survive the pain and fears. To face the hardship, to conquer the wall, for it is in endurance we will stand tall.

Goodness

Goodness, thou art the soul of all that's fair, The charm, the grace, the light of all things here: In thee the sun his glorious splendors wears, And in thy beams the moon her silver tears; The flowers their beauty from thy hand derive, And in thy smile the birds their carols give; The gentle zephyrs at thy breath rejoice, And all the groves in harmony rejoice; The ocean in thy presence calms its waves, And in thy light the stars their beauty save; The earth, the air, the sky, all nature speaks

Nigeria bleeding

Nigeria's heart is broken in two, Terror befalls us, what shall we do? Blood and pain fill our skies, Our land which to us never dies. We are drowning in oceans of sorrow, No solace found in tomorrow. Our hopes and dreams have been crushed As our soul still stirs and hushes. We see the future filled with despair, Nobody seems to care. No change or progress in sight, As we all suffer our plight. We have forgotten what it means to have joy, As our fate brings us toil and toil. We are dying, we are

Truth remains and rise

Reports and scene can be altered, elements introduced or introverted so that certain theme is portrayed, but the truth shall remain and rise. Truth can be buried underground, and be sealed by cement around so that is shall never be found, but it is proud hence it shall rise. At eminent time it shall blossom, converting cement to soil of loam so that it branches until we goam While putting shame to undertaker.

A TALE OF A RABBIT....

A breakdown of humanity

Poem about Marriage

Several times when we look at the present generation, We may wonder about the reason for the marriage; Many marry for money and not following the love of their heart, with caution; Has the value and concept of marriage already changed? Now it requires courage? The modern generation has a different view of marriage than the previous ones; Today, one day they are married, tomorrow they file for divorce. Had the wedding performed been serious the day before? Or anguish for the bones? Marriage that

I love you yet I feel more

I love you  yet I feel more. Ever since I laid my eyes on you something change inside my heart. I lost my reasoning, and be impulsive. When you appear I stagnate but  thinking of you I blast in bliss  . When you look at me I fall into a trap, of looking the most enchanting being, hence I shy and look away often. My strength just dissolve in your smile. I become sweet, soft and fluffy. There is something that I feel inside, but it become lost in translation. All I can say is I love you yet I feel

Laced with poison ivy

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I Am A Poet

A poet with victorious inkn

A Little Light to Brighten Your Day

When the clouds of grief gather and the world appears to be dreary, Remember, you are loved, and you will find your path. Take a deep breath and take a look about you. Take in the beauty that surrounds you. The birds in the trees are chirping, and the sun's rays are reaching the ground. Allow the small things to offer you delight. The scent of flowers in the garden, a child's laughing, and the warmth of the sun's beams. Take a minute to be still, and fill your heart with the hope of a better day

Poem "Unyielding vines to me ivy"

Through trials fierce, I've learned to stand, A resolute vine in life's demanding land, With leaves of strength, I faced the storm, My spirit steadfast, forever warm. From humble roots, my journey grew, Embracing challenges, old and new, Through darkest nights, I faced my fears, And watered dreams with heartfelt tears.

The Final Goodbye

Death is a mystery, It's a journey we all must take, A journey that's unknown, A journey that's hard to make. It's a journey that's dark and cold, A journey that's hard to behold, A journey that's filled with fear, A journey that's hard to steer. It's a journey that's filled with pain, A journey that's hard to explain, A journey that's filled with sorrow, A journey that's hard to follow. It's a journey that's filled with grief, A journey that's hard to believe, A journey that's filled with tears

Hard-Work

The path to success is not easy It takes hard work and dedication But if you're willing to put in the effort You will achieve your goals There will be times when you want to give up But don't give in Keep going, keep fighting And you will eventually reach your destination Hard-work is not always glamorous It's often long hours and hard labor But it's worth it in the end When you see your dreams come true So don't be afraid to work hard It's the only way to achieve your goals So get out there and

Lies

Lies are like a poison, that seeps into your veins It slowly kills your spirit, and leaves you in pain It's a sickness that spreads, and it's hard to contain It's a cancer that grows, and it's hard to sustain Lies are like a fire, that starts with a spark It quickly spreads and grows, and it's hard to put out It can burn your trust, and it can tear you apart It can leave you broken, and it can break your heart Lies are like a virus, that's hard to detect It can spread quickly, and it's hard to p

Dancing Embers of Souls

A new poem from an anonymous poet...

Marriage or Obligation

Often in Africa, or in many parts of the world People don't marry because they are actually prepared, But because the circumstances led them to do it as if it were something better in the world. Was it marriage or an obligation? Since people are already united! Getting married because the parents made it or because there are no conditions for survival, In an insecure environment, full of uncertainties about the future That forces someone to choose the path of marriage to stop the influence of in

MELLOW DEATH

Sweet melancholy of stunning face by my crib. The Silent sound of my death rattle. I hike facets. In resplendent apparel of grace. Listening to the dark choir of the night. As the Nightingale plays the lullaby. The night of the dark moment. Whispering in the ear of every head. Do not mourn my demise! On a segue to a beautiful land. Seek solace in your storm. I live in death. I am not dead! I live daily In tranquility in one big Sauna. I bid goodbyel. © Ferdinand

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.