Baskadia

IN MY SHOES

When I was born I was without shoes Now as an adult I find myself in different shoes Some of them I choose to buy Some were gifts or so I thought Others, I can't just tell How I got them But, I never stole any. Some of these shoes fit perfectly Some don't fit Some are way too big Others are too tight Yet I wear them Enduring the discomfort. When you see me having them on You admire them on my feet But you may not understand that 'He who wears the shoe knows where it pinches'. We all wear these s

An Ode To The Soul.

A sweet poem that tells us what the soul reflects and how it functions.

Smiling Sun

“Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.” ...

Hell’s Angel

I fell like tears on a rainy day Down to my doom and awakening Enlightened with feelings afresh and motives anew I have now evolved into self discovery Broken and reformed into a masterpiece One Pablo would be proud of It is in this new form that I dare to challenge all boundaries and conformity for I have met with the bulls eyes I’ll indulge you once or twice But where were you before my rebirth

The Other Man's Tragedy

A page from The Songs Of The Other Man from Songs of Lexicon.

Muse

I saw this image somewhere and it inspired me to pen this short but lovely poem down, hope you like it

The Reign Without a Throne; A poem by Aloo Denish Obiero

Link: https://allpoetry.com/poem/18718795-The-Reign-Without-a-Throne-by-Aloo-Denish-Obiero

then she came along

A poetry relating beauty in the eyes of the beholder letting what someone undervalue have greater value in the eyes of another

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.

A Heart Touching Love Story About Crying Softly. - the call

A boy and a girl were the best of friends. They could talk and talk for what seemed like hours, spending all their time on the phone. And when they were speaking to each other it was like there was nothing wrong in the world, they could never be unhappy or sad in those moments. One day, the girl texted the boy and he didn’t reply which was most unusual. She tried again but to no avail. Finally, she called him but there was no answer. An entire day passed and the boy was not available through pho

The Lark

Herewith I is a dream In the beginning, fate denied All its kindness on a super lark Lessons came along the fight Identity sought in the wild call The lonely lark split to lift the might of its wings With wings spread high, it flew With the might of the older wings In search of who. The clouds darkened, lightning struck, Rained hot, oh! “Hold on” the older wings whispered Here we come, “keep high” Withered, the lark broke, “You are worthy” a whisper. Here she is, Thinking of all the days She cou

MASK

She is sad, She is depressed She is lost, She is scared..... But everything stays behind that mask.... The mask of a happy, lively child Who smiles everytime With a life full of rainbows And not a shade of grey And then comes that time, When she is all alone, Locked in her personal hell Slowly removing her mask, She cries, she screams, she bawl Until she sleeps No one can understand, They will never But sometimes she wishes That they can feel, That all these smiles are fake, That her eyes had lo

Poetry

A home away from home.                        On a brilliant chariot Driven by Heavenly messengers, Stacked with divine rapture, quietly thumped on my lawn entryway Composition of Elysium presented individually Empyrean drifted Immaculate welkin came to meet me, toward the beginning of the day hours Calling out to me floundering and mishandling I inquired, "Is it my turn today"? With a heavenly quiet, HE gestured Bang of a windowpane birched against it I staggered, anguished I felt and with esca

Poetry

In the bloom of youth, dreams take flight, A canvas of hopes, painted so bright. Eager hearts, chasing the sun, Adventure whispers, beckoning each one. Dance of laughter, in the moonlit glow, Friendships forged, like rivers that flow. In the tapestry of time, their stories unfold, Boundless potential, a tale to be told. Rebels of passion, questioning the norms, Breaking through barriers, weathering storms. In the symphony of youth, a vibrant song, Echoes of courage, resilient and strong. Yet, fl

I Am because We Are; a poem by Aloo Denish Obiero

https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-170046

Title: Embracing My Passions Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music

the explore of passions that light up my life and inspiration.I have discovered a world of self-expression and comforts. poetry is to express depths of my emotions, thought. And I Enjoy of playing badminton. Books enhance my vocabulary, imagination and inspiration, learning and Movies are my comforters, providing solace teach me about life, I find solace in the embrace of music.transport me to a serene sea, where I can sit on the sand and let my imagination free, comforting me.

شام جو هي پهر

شام جو هي پهر Evening poetry in sindhi #sindhipoetry555

RESPECT

Don't command respect but persuade respect. Don't disregard it but appreciate it. Don't take it for granted but rather take it as a privilege and value it . Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be oppressed. Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be taken as a fool. Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be used as a slave. Cos they respect you doesn't mean they should be treated as trash. Respect they say is reciprocal ,believe and accept the fact. Don't always exact aggr

I'm just one (poetry)

They say I'm two, but I'm just one, A mystery to unravel, yet to be undone. I stand before them, flesh and bone, But they see two, a duality unknown. They question my existence, my very being, As if two souls within me are disagreeing. But I assure them, with every breath I take, That I am one, my heart and soul at stake. They point to my contradictions, my every flaw, As if two personas within me are at war. But I tell them, with every word I speak, That I am one, my identity not weak. For I am

Islamic

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