Baskadia

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.

CRAVING FOR MY EX 😭

About love ❤️

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

Pluto

This was inspired by my journey towards self acceptance and love.

"A tribute to a true friend" || A poem by Shukdeb Mazumder

Long path, I can belong to you very easily when she is with me holding my hand steadily. Darkness, hark, don't be boastful, you must be defeated soon because she is my companion now, who is the next-door neighbor of moon. In the rain, she is my raincoat, in the winter, blanket, in the den of despair she is my outlet. A true friend of mine she is, my lifemate, lifejacket, invaluable, rich! © Shukdeb | 06-07-2022

Valentine's poem

Valentine's gift

The Other Man's Tragedy

A page from The Songs Of The Other Man from Songs of Lexicon.

Greatest Poem collection

Beautiful poems who shows inner awakening, friendship, love, death.

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

Strength of Mind

A powerful force, yet so hard to find The strength that lies deep within our minds It's a state of being that's so divine The courage to stand up and be kind The power of choice, it's never too late To stand up and make your life great It's in the moments we have to decide That we can choose to be strong inside The strength of will, it sets us apart To strive for our goals and our hearts It's the light that guides us through the night To keep our spirits shining bright The strength of hope that

Vengeful Flames

Burning bright with fury and hate, Revenge consumes me, it's my fate. I'll make them pay for what they've done, My anger rises like the sun. I'll plot and plan, I'll bide my time, Until the moment is just right. Then I'll strike with all my might, And watch them suffer in my sight. No mercy will I show to those, Who wronged me and caused my woes. Their pain will be my sweetest pleasure, As I exact my vengeful measure. But as the flames of revenge die down, I'll be left with nothing but a frown.

Tells a truth too hard to bear

A poem written by an anonymous poet...

THE SINFUL POEM.

The poem should be sorry to itself. It is a felony to fall in love and loved as one of many options. The poem and I should not fall in love, It is a short cut to grave and no human being can be trusted. A sin to a poem is to show that God is the source of all problems to his people. In additional to we have no one to trust at all.

Hate's Painful Grasp

Shrouds of darkness blocking out the light An unrelenting scourge with a voracious appetite It's cobweb of hatred entangles our hearts Devouring us piece by piece, slowly tearing us apart. We see it in the streets and we feel it in our fears It is a feeling that brings pain and tears We can't ignore it, try as we might As its powerful grip keeps us in its sight No matter how hard our efforts, hatred won't be quashed It will continue looming large until our trembling hearts have crashed So may we

"Red Lights, Hot Spot & Plastic Paradise"

I'm sure anyone who's been in a toxic relationship at least once knows how good it feels when you finally get rid of it! P.S.: in fact, the title came to my mind spontaneously and, at first glance, contains just a silly set of words. But they all mean something special to me. Written on 19.03.2022.

The Spectators

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Love poem

Heart warming love poem, a message to a distant lover.

Day of Boxing

In a boxing match, Two boxers are fighting With each wanting to win. With their fight, People die. Their corps are seen Scattered. They are off both civilian and military. Blow after blow is landed, Manoeuvre after manoeuvre is performed Their drive to win, Ends up inflicting injuries to their bodies. Widows are created and orphans are made. Siblings are lost and civilians slaughtered like animals. In the end, one gives in There is a victor. But at what cost did this victory occur? How many are

Coffee

Treasure that cannot be spilled, You'll choked when not being cared That sweetness that gourmets search, The aroma which no one could match, Its bitterness is its natural fragrance As if its soaked on hot springs— Being mixed by Shiva's silver spoon, Filled upon Aphrodite's lovely cup— It was a masterpiece by the gods, As the essence of that resourceful taste; It will never end and fade in the tongues of man, It is such a reminiscing fantasy that no one wishes to wake up, As its savors spread up

There was a country

Once! There was a country That held hope for her people Whose leaders were the youths role models Whose people were the most disciplined Whose military were the nation's pride Whose students were the nation's erudite Whose economy prospered and flourished Yes! There was a country Whose neighbours were envious Whose citizens were contented Whose environment was friendly and peaceful Whose military strength, Was nothing compared to her neighbour's Yet she was satisfied and happy There was a countr