Baskadia

Would that, I wouldn't be, what I am.

Would that, I Wouldn't be , What I am. A tiny creature, a form I desire, Unnoticed, Unknown An oyster in a shell, deep in the sea, Eternal peace, away from abyss Would that I wouldn't be, What I am, A little child, a form I desire, Careless, Reckless, Would laugh out loud, Innocent desires. To be cared, to be loved, Some things I aspire. Would that I wouldn't be, What I am, An elderly person, a form I desire, At peace, No worldly desire. Seen my time, Lived enough, Seen enough, understood the pl

Beautiful Beyond Compare

A page from Superstar's Rhymes from The Songs of Lexicon about Belinda's true form.

A Friendship Like No Other; A Birthday Like None Other

A birthday wish from Lexicon to his best friend. Taken from Birthday Wishes of The Songs of Lexicon

Disobedience, a Rebel's Path

Treading the path of disobedience, A rebel's heart beats with defiance, Against the rules, the norms, the status quo, Their spirit unbroken, their passion aglow. They challenge authority with fervor, Their voice ringing out, bold and clear, For they refuse to be silenced or hushed, Their dissent, a fire that cannot be crushed. They question the laws that bind them, Seeking truth in a world of lies and mayhem, Their eyes see beyond the veil of conformity, As they carve their own path with audacit

He would be the Satan

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Incarcerated

The poem is about being afraid to be who i am because of the hatred and Rejection i will face if i don’t live to society's expectations of living.

Scent of Hiding

029 Friendly as she is, always gives advice and answers queries. She laughs at every tiny parody, smiles at every little thing---so silly. Her charm was her beauty, a beauty she was insecure and shaky. She attracts souls who need therapy, a normal occurrence of hers every day. Her confidence was seasonal, she's cold but lowkey emotional. But beneath those facades, a stash was hidden, full of worries with no endin'. Midnight was her sweet haven, a time when she was free and in heaven. In the dark

A poetry that I wrote.

That Day, I Fell In Love. As the sun emitted its rays like a shower of glistening sliver, Singing breeze swirled petals of salvia splendens And sent sweet notes of sandalwood, mint and sage, Scents that eloped strong, masculine shoulders, A sanctuary when I was scared, a cushion when I snoozed, As he scooped my face and stroked my cheeks, Starred so deep into my eyes that it pierced my soul, And sparked off a swarm of butterflies as I shuddered, Every second, I showed the symptoms of a lass in l

Songs from The Other Man

A handful of poems from The Songs of Lexicon, Written by Opoku Lexicon

Exploration

Wild dreams Busting bubbles Mind filled with movie fantasies Opening doors towards the impossible I called her insane Yet she said deep within lies a fairy Who still believes in miracles Wants to explore the galaxy Marvel at the blue sunset of mars Visit the most serene gardens on Earth And wander a little further beyond the milky way Go a little bit too close to a black hole horizon Crashland into an alien planet Find a star shining brighter than sirius And maybe one day travel through parallel

TWENTY FIRST CENTURY

Sewn into these walls Are lullaby from a century ago Can you hear them? History is about to repeat itself Like it always has Sentiments and sentinel Sent on sabbaticals. No one gives a damn If the roof collapses As long as the house stands. We are all sentenced to death Hanging on gallows that we Happily built Happy that they broke Before we met our maker Here's to another chance at life Dancing, drunk on stupidity Piss for rum, tears for beer Cheers, we have earned it. Its a cozy world, cased i

Behind My Pillow

My world is peace My world is harmony My world is growth My world is joy My world is love My world is the future My world is my dream. Freedom comes after You find what enslaved you. In a realm of no pain Only inner peace That clover around your imagination Back to present Stained mud imitates blood Role play is left Unattended to, TV's no Longer have a function The movie is right in front of your pupil For now the apocalypse Has not yet come. Back to my pillow In nights of after Struggled days,

The emptiness within me

This poem is written by Jonathan J. Smith from England. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

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I couldn't keep quiet. Too much had accumulated. I just want those assholes 2 leave us alone. I want peace💙

No Goodbye

My head became buried deep in her neck, The odor of her hair delivered consolation To my as soon as-lonely heart...

Hemotional

People who feel are drooping flowers. The tiny ones that the rain beats with it's fists. Anger comes with it's boiling rage. Then the mouth speaks: dropping eggs that are broken alongside many hearts. The sadness follows and then it covers you like a warm duvet. It is like a bodyguard that protects you and pushes everyone else away. When laughter comes, it comes with fear that the good feeling is your salary: it never lasts. What a price to pay for being so sensitive, bending like the plant in t

I'M A WINNER

I'm a winner can't be a looser,i dominate can't be demoted. I rule in all facets of life cos am crowned with the wisdom which supercedes all my peers. Failure isn't permitted in my destiny and lineage cos we are embodiment of winners . We lead in all we do cos we are accord peculiar and royal priesthood. Am not moved by any challenges of life cos am born an over comer ,born to dominate. I flourish in my endeavours cos i have the right to prosper. I swim in prosperity cos the strong holds of po

Sunset

019 Oranges are scattered across the horizon, creating hues of gradient light in the zone. On the ocean, it'll come home and will sleep on its bosom. As the day comes to an end, it'll wave goodbye before it descends, leaving the dark as it takes a rest and parks. As the sky got covered in sentiment, like a beauty in predicament; may their hearts be at ease and wrap their day in peace. For although it symbolizes the end, where the day bid farewell and bend; there should also be another beginning,

THE MOON'S REFLECTION

022 The mood above is as calm as always, the exact opposite of my heart's beatings. Its reflections on the clear waters make me feel closer to its bench, so close and just within my reach. And yet, it was far and beyond me, too far and impossible to hold his regime. I loved the moon, the calm and serene moon. But it was too much, too deep for me to atone. It would always belong somewhere, somewhere only the likes of it can enter. And I would just continue to look up at its supremity, ignoring th

Man and Dream

In the wide world, man walks, A heart full of dreams, hope ahead. Search for the meaning of life footprints in the sands of time Among the stars, the soul flies freely. Full of emotion joyful and also sad Humans dance on the stage of life. In a branching story they search for meaning Engraving traces of the story in the eternal destiny sheet. From stardust born man shines brightly But also vulnerable to the darkness that comes. Reaching for the stars, stringing dreams in the sky, Human, you are