Baskadia

only if the moon was a forest

~ if only the moon was a forest, the moonwalkers could get the sharp - edged stones pricked in their sensitive feets, but with the swishing sensation of the crumpled yellowish leaves, the feets get the touch of the quietened subtlety. the humming and murmuring of birds have the force to wake up the burried sentences being intricated with the silky strands filled up with sugary nectar sucked up by the butterflies residing inside the abdomen which on consuming evokes the feelings of slightly crunc

When you get grey hairs

When you get old, the way time flies

Guard your peace

Learn to speak the truth so that you guard your peace. Be honest with your diagnosis so that you may heal. Don’t conceal rather reveal because that seed consist weed. Our hearts are loamy and that weed will bloom. Compromise but you must know how to prioritize. Guard your heart and protect your mind. on red flags don’t turn a blind eye, and don’t pretend if something is not alright. Consult your conscious for consent before you conduct your inner peace and actions should not collide. Your organe

Silent Echoes

Africa's heart, a story unfolds, Silent echoes of a rising star, untold. A melody silenced, a soul laid bare, A tale shrouded in whispers of despair. Mohbad, they called him, a voice so pure, His music touched hearts, his lyrics endure. But envy's grip tightened in the shadows cast, Colleagues turned adversaries, the die was cast. Some say they bullied him, torment unkind, Others whisper dark tales of drugs that bind, Seeking a path different, away he yearned, From labels tainted by vices unearn

Stay

I hope you stay with me, until the very end. be true to me and don’t make pretend. like the bamboo who stand and bend— we will never break, we will never meet an end.

A little kindness

We are civilized yet this life is a like a jungle, we battle not to be consumed but survive, hoping to live and see tomorrow dawn and dusk. We are all having dilemmas that disturb our peace, keeping us frozen in hot summer day, non-real phase. A life where  mind and body dwell in apart company. Some dilemma are visible and some are latent, some dilemma are durative some are brief event. Some are dealing with trilemma and infit-lemma . So I plea with all, let us share a little kindness to all, li

Lonely soul

Sometimes people find you weird and end up being lonely

Echoes of the Heart

The poem expresse the emotions of someone who has experienced the loss of a significant relationship.The speaker's heart beats for their former partner, but now aches with pain as they come to terms with the end of the relationship. The speaker reflects on how they gave their all to the relationship, but it ultimately resulted in ashes and dust.The speaker expresses their intention to move on and love again, but with more caution and less haste, and hopes that their next love will last forever.

Mindless thoughts

A conversation with my mind.

Near yet so far

To the land of hope,a journey. Within my strength, a snail's stride. Embracing the thorns as the journey Unfolds,on a slow but furious ride. My flesh bleeds bitterly Sailing through the broken glasses That which illuminates brightly  The path of the fulfilled wishes Having sighted the land of vision I exhale merrily,a sigh of relief  That a thousand mile mission Will surely come to an end,my belief For it's near,yet so far it seems Getting there the struggle continues

Starry Night

033 Tonight, the stars in the night sky are the brightest I've ever seen. It sparkles in the dark background, making me amazed as I've ever been. It is shining brightly in my eyes, blinding all of my fears. It twinkles in the darkness, sending me into tears. Science would say stars don't shine. Buy hey, I'm a poet, so I'd like to describe it as one. But honestly, I am just describing your image in my eyes. I am just writing my feelings using poems and rhymes. You were like an asteroid ready to l

Insecurity in Nigeria (A Poem)

A nation in despair, A nation in fear, Where the people can't sleep And the future is unclear. Insecurity reigns, Terrorism gains, And the people are left To fend for their lives. Kidnappings and killings, Rapes and pillaging, The country is in chaos And the people are begging. Where is the government? Where is the help? The people are crying out But no one seems to hear. A nation in despair, A nation in fear, Where the people can't sleep And the future is unclear.

Ray Of Hope

When darkness falls and shadows creep, And all around seems lost in sleep, A glimmer breaks through, a ray of hope, A light that shines, a way to cope. It beckons us to rise and fight, To push through fear and take to flight, To trust that dawn will soon arrive, And all that's lost, we can revive. The ray of hope is a guiding star, That leads us on, no matter how far, It fills our hearts with strength and power, And gives us courage for every hour. So when the world seems bleak and grim, And all

STAY

STAY Meeting you was such a big surprise. You came at the time when I thought That no one would pick me up From the nightmare that I was in. You fill my days with fun Till I realized that without you My life would be lonesome... Would be empty and done . Please stay with me. Don't ever go away. Let's grow the love we've found Until we become old and weary. Take me with you Wherever you may go. Whisper to me the words you love to tell me Even when our hair turns to gray. Hold me in your arms And

The drunkard

This is a poem about how drunkards behave in our communities.

THE GIRL CHILD

I am a seed, Planted in this soil called life. In me lies fruits, Fruits that will last for generations to come. Fruits that can either be a daughter or a son, a woman or a man, a mother or a father, a sister or a brother, a wife or a husband. Nurture me, Do not torture me, Prune me, Do not hewn me, Love me, Do not hate me, Give me wings to fly high like a bird for I am the girl child. @thebeezybee

Father's Love

Every father loves his child a lot. My father also loves me a lot. I am proud of him.

The Inner Terrorist

The Inner Terrorist. By Drich The Poet. In my ups and downs It comes Confined in my place of solitude I’m a prisoner in myself Seeking salvation every single time I see they want to see it And de-capitalize me for pleasure's sake They call it addiction I call it a terrorist. A terrorist without a weapon. It comes knocking like an ordered Uber Dressed in a camo tank outfits With candies and lollipop for me If I try to hide, where will that be? From the sound of my alarm To the clap of my padlock

LEGACY

Setting up a good pace

Alice and the hatters curse

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