Baskadia

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

The poor grape seller boy(poem)

In the scorching heat, a boy stands tall, Selling grapes, his dreams he recalls. A humble soul, with calloused hands, He weaves his way through life's vast lands. Each grape he holds, a story untold, Of resilience and hope, so bold. With every cluster, he shares a taste, Of perseverance and strength embraced. Beneath the sun, his spirit shines bright, A symbol of courage in the harshest plight. Through dust and toil, he perseveres, A silent poet amid life's tears. In his presence, a lesson we fi

The Value of Friendship and Paradise (Poem)

friends, colleagues, companions, I am happy with you. we always get along This bond is the most basic function. I am proud to be your partner. Friendship is our most precious religion. Let there be no trouble between you, If this bond is ever inseparable. Affection, sympathy, affection and passion, I am with you all. Friends, to you my heart is like heaven, It is important to know that friendship can be an invaluable asset in one's life.

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.

YOU'RE A WARRIOR

Dreams await, not in the night, But in the courage, to chase the light. When doubts whisper, causing fright, Remember why you began the fight.Not every day will victories bring, Yet every effort is a golden string. Weaving the tale of a warrior's swing, Each setback, just a fleeting thing.

Live A Little

For the likes of me

Recipe of Happiness

This is poem written by me "Recipe of Happiness".Stay happy and being happy is a medicine to all sad moments.

Utter Uselessness

That feeling you get when you wake up late in the evening.

The Talk of The Town

An exploration of the emotions that rouse from the phenomenon called 'gossip.'

1. Snowball By Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snowball As perfect as could be. I thought I'd keep it as a pet And let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas And a pillow for its head. Then last night it ran away, But first it wet the bed.

Loneliness

Dillagi

I Want You Out Of My Head

Thoughts, Nightmares Dreams and what nots.

Heart of poetry

Appraising the art of poetry ❤️❤️❤️

Resilient Dawn's Grace

MIRROR, kind and true, No judgment, just a view. BED, a friend in need, Listening as problems feed. DREAM, an escape's embrace, Reality's troubles we erase. RAIN, tears from the sky, Crying with you, never shy. DARKNESS, a hidden space, Your pain it will embrace. SHOWER, washing pain away, With each drop, a brighter day. MUSIC, healing artful sound, Heart's solace easily found. GOD, a guiding light, Through the darkest night.

شعر مرگ

مرگ، ای دوست ساکت و آرام، به سوی همه می‌آیی، بی پایان. نفس و زندگی را می‌دزدی، پایان مبارزات، درد و زحمت می‌باشی. لمس تو سرد است و آغوشت عمیق، در آغوشت، همه رازها نگهداری می‌کنی. به سوی جوانان و پیران می‌آیی، لمس تو، هر ضعیف و شجاعی را احساس می‌کند. تو عزیزان ما را می‌بری، تنها خاطرات و اشک را به جا می‌گذاری. تو جهان‌ها را شکسته و قلب‌هایمان را می‌شکنی، خانواده‌ها و دوستان را از هم جدا می‌کنی. اما شاید در آغوش تو پیدا کنیم، آرامشی که گاه سخت است بیابیم. شاید در آرامش کامل استراحت کنیم، و غم‌های

"Lost Connections: Solitude and Betrayal in the Digital Age"

Solitude and Betrayal in the Modern Era The disappearance of love and affection among friends and loved ones In this modern age of connectivity and technology's might, Where have you gone, dear friends and loved ones, out of sight? In the corner of cold, silent nights, The glow of televisions casts its blight. A small misunderstanding was the start, But soon it led to a chasm, tearing us apart. Where have love and affection wandered? Why do hearts feel empty and pondered? In the realm of virtual

A volition in a shackle

It's like looking at the mountains, At the top pebble shading the sun, With hands deep in pockets, and feet stuck in the mud.

Still dark even after a dawn

Dark And light

My mouth maybe silent My mind is the complete opposite My imagination it runs deep Of thoughts beautiful And sweet Sometimes dark And sometimes Light simutanrously spiraling within Black And white,Dark And light Both complete each other And mostly represents every Living thing Balance its MY sign but somehow Ironically its the most thing I struggle to actually find What Can i say but Trough it all having A beautifully chaotic mind Is something about me That i mostly really like 

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