Baskadia

Beauty

This is the 2nd Poem I have ever written. Same age as I wrote 'Life As A Poet.' So I'd have been 13 or 14 when I wrote this.

For you Who cant be Mine

In the windowpane, a boy I see, A vision of beauty, so rare and free. His eyes, like the ocean, blue and deep, My heart, they do gently steep. His smile, a ray of sunshine bright, Lights up the day, and fills my night. I long to be with him, to hold him tight, But alas, he's out of my sight. Oh, how I wish to be his bride, To be the one he'll always abide. But fate, it seems, has other plans, And we can never be in each other's hands. So I stand here, in the street below, Watching him, with a he

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

Twilight's Embrace: A Saga of Vampire and Wolf Love

"In a mystical forest, vampire Isabella and wolf shifter Alexander defy ancient rivalries for love. Their journey navigates danger, betrayal, and the enduring power of their bond. 'Twilight's Embrace' is a mesmerizing tale of love's triumph over darkness."

Guiding light

Amidst the chaos, we find our way, In the night, we seize the day. In every moment, a chance to ignite, A spark of hope, a guiding light.

Crying soul

In the tender whispers of twilight's embrace, A sweet poem weaves its grace, For a little crying soul to find solace, In verses that gently mend and erase. Through teardrops that glisten like stars above, Love's essence whispers with gentle love, In each line, a warm hug to enfold, To heal the heart, so weary and cold. With stardust ink and moonlit rhyme, The poem sings a lullaby sublime, Embracing sorrow, embracing pain, A comforting balm to ease the strain. Oh, little soul, don't you weep, For

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.

The Physical Worlds

A poem which brings to light the different kinds of physical worlds we have and live in. Taken from Different Worlds from The Songs of Lexicon.

Joyous Sunday

The bells of Sunday ring With a joy that's all their own, And the birds in the trees above Seem to join in the song. The sun is shining bright, And the air is fresh and sweet, And the sky is a cloudless blue, And the world is at its feet. The children are out to play, And the flowers are in bloom, And the world is a happy place On this joyous Sunday morning. The cares of the week are gone, And the heart is light and free, And the soul is filled with peace On this joyous Sunday.

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 .

Beauty poem

This poem talk about the beauty beyond measure.

POWER OF LOVE

love's embrace, the world transforms, A magical realm where hearts conform. Through highs and lows, we rise above, Unyielding strength, the power of love. With gentle touch and words that mend, We heal the wounds that time did send. In tenderness, our souls ignite, A flame that burns, day and night. Through stormy seas and skies of blue, Our love stands strong, forever true. In each other's eyes, we find solace, A shelter from life's endless malice. The power of love, a force so grand, In every

Towards the light

- Maybe you think the winter is gonna last forever - Maybe you long for the sunkiss with a change of weather - But have you ever thought that : - All this darkness is leading you to an endless light - And without the night - you'd be blind from seeing directly the sunlight - Your eyes needed to grow - For you to learn how to dance in the pain under the rain and let everything flow - We're all here to feel the sadness - Try to color your own world with gratefulness - in life we have the freedom t

Night

Poetry on night

Vengeance

A fiery wrath that burns within, A thirst for justice to begin, A cry for retribution loud, A vow to make the guilty bow. The heart that's broken seeks to heal, But vengeance is the only meal, The pain that's felt is hard to bear, And justice seems so far, unfair. The rage that's felt is hard to tame, The hurt that's caused is not the same, The one who caused it must be punished, And justice must be truly finished. The darkness that surrounds the soul, Is hard to shake, to make it whole, The lig

Poem: In the times of sorrow

Amidst shadows cast by grief's embrace, A tear-stained symphony, a somber space. Heart's heavy burden, a weight to bear, In sorrow's depths, we find despair.

Love

Love is like an earthquake shaking up the ground beneath Stronger than all the land only found when two souls meet Like blinding bright sunshine illuminating both their hearts Mattifying the harshness showing them a brand new start Sparking a flame of passion burning hot and wild Bringing laughter and joy from which two hearts are bound Love is a power so grand one a person can't defend It wakes us up each morning and leads us through until the end

Monday's Beans

A poem about losing a loved one.