Baskadia

Bad government

A government so bad, their eyes cannot see The pain and suffering of the oppressed beneath A desolation of choice, a dwindling democracy A heart so dark and filled with greed A corrupted ruling class, with no remorse Equality and justice, nothing but force The outcry of the people is falling on deaf ears As lives are hampered by their wicked cares Unyielding to progress, a world of despair Eliminating thoughts of hope, no chance to dare A continuous cycle of the same despair Nothing changes, the

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

Follow your heart

We all get entangle with our desires for amusement after all we only live once, and everyone dies. Happiness is a state of mind, not an actual fact. Follow what you love, but it must also love you too. Follow your heart, but don’t forget to find a home for your heart because you will be tired of chasing a clout.

Antithesis

It's great 👍

Mother's Love

Mother's love is like a river, It flows deep and wide, It never stops, no matter the weather, It's always by your side. It's like a warm embrace, That never fades away, It's there when you need it, No matter what you say. It's like a gentle breeze, That blows away your fears, It's like a bright light, That guides you through the years. It's like a beautiful song, That brings you joy and peace, It's like a warm hug, That never fails to please. Mother's love is like a gift, It's something that wil

Crushed Can on the Football Field

I'm a crushed can on the pitch drunk up empty What day it is? maybe half sunny half rainy What stadium this is? I can never tell The teams that clashed I may never know Maybe Barcelona versus Liverpool Or Manchester United versus Chelsea Each assumption leads farther from the truth The player that drank me might have been one... Probably a player from the losing team Though lifeless I could hear him quake within. I may be just a crushed can on this football field But every creature has it's own

New month prayer

Dear Heavenly Father, We give thanks for a fresh start, As we enter a new month, Let us have a thankful heart. We pray for guidance and strength, To search for better days ahead, Lead us out of times of distress, Help us to know when to take a rest. We pray for faith and resilience, And for others, may we share Your grace. Help us to use our time wisely, And see Your goodness in each place. We thank You for Your everlasting love, Your presence that is always near. Your goodness remains unwaverin

THE THIRD WORLD POLITICIAN

Here he is, The big man. He flaunts his money, To show the masses His affluent and wealth. And the rumours spread, That the big man, Was not a businessman. "But what could he be". They wondered. Which occupation, Made you as rich as a businessman? It was not carpentry, Nor was it bricklaying, Or blacksmithing, Then suddenly we knew! The big man, Was nothing but a politician. An occupation of the privileged Who never got tired of their occupation, Who did more bad than good, Whose personal intere

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

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

Alone

The unfinished memories

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

POST ELECTION VIOLENCE POEM

The poem talks about the 2007 post election violence in Kenya which lead to death of many citizens

REGRETS AND TEARS

Seeing people happy and loved brings out tears because I see what I lost. Regrets is the emotion left in me wishing it never happened because it hurts to be stung by the pleasure of our memories which can't be bought. Deceived by your flawless facade oblivious that I'll be damaged. Yes being hurt for a year but no droplets of tears...just the consistent fears. Someone please drag me from this pit of darkness and loneliness, but I miss you so much that I forgot you hurt my feelings regardless. Wo

Nyctophile

Tears rollin' down cheek, That no one can see Hands tremblin', that no one feels Give such a peace, That nothing compete Being all lonely Make jokes and smilin' Remember them and cryin' Makin' a world and livin' Talkin' to one unseen That's what darkness brings.

Pain with pleasure

There are no clouds, there is no storm Will it rain? Inside of my heart, ratial riots? Oh my heart! Why are you beating for the love with the person who I don't know before? Which the broken relationship of the distant born, Will follow me beyond the birth? Birth is not true, I found it now because of you. What is your root? And, I fell in love with you, But I still don't know what is your name is! Only your thoughts are buried in my neurones, What can I do?

DARK HOUR

A stound of loneliness Filled with silence Gazing at the unseen shadows Silent as a wind. A period of breakdown, Time of comfort, Moment of hopelessness And hour of resilience. It's like a season, The most silent of all When one gets to reason. It is the DARK HOUR

Love poem in ancient arabic. By me🥰

Love poem

Love is a Journey

Love is a journey, a winding road That takes us through the highs and lows It's a path of joy, and sometimes pain That leads us to a place of gain It's a journey of discovery, of learning and growth Where we learn to trust, to give, and to love It's a path of understanding, of patience and care Where we learn to accept and to share Love is a journey, a winding road That leads us to a place of joy and hope It's a path of laughter, of tears and of smiles Where we learn to cherish each moment for m

Love and poem

Poems sustain love