Baskadia

Poem on name Harika

In the fields of gold, Where the sunflowers sway, There stands a girl, so bold, Harika, is her name. With hair like silk, and eyes like stars, She walks with grace and poise, She tends to the crops and mends the bars, With her gentle, loving voice. She sings to the wind, and the wind replies, With a symphony of sound, And in her presence, all the world sighs, With love that knows no bound. For Harika is not just a girl, But a force of nature too, She brings light to the world, And makes all thin

Different Worlds

A poem that brings to light the different worlds that we live in. Taken from different worlds from the Songs of Lexicon.

Selfless Soul

A heart that beats for others' sake, A mind that thinks of their well-being, A soul that gives without the take, This is the essence of selfless being. With actions pure and intentions kind, The selfless soul spreads love and light, And leaves a trail of goodness behind, In a world that often lacks in sight. For selflessness is not about sacrifice, But a way of life, a noble art, To lift others up, to pay the price, And mend the broken world apart. So let us strive to be selfless souls, And make

IF YOU LOVE ME

If you love me Let me know And if you don't Let me go.... The dream break into a million tiny pieces The dream dies, which leaves me with a choice I can either settle for reality, or I can...... Go off like a fool and dream another dream The scariest thing about distance is.... You don't know of they would miss you or forget you, Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, pain lasts forever...... Thanks to you, I don't even recognize myself anymore. I can't wait for the day I would look at you and fee

These thoughts...

Have you ever been driven mad by thoughts?

To the rose that is red.

To unending love, to an enduring heart. "To the rose that is red," is a tail about a lover that never finds his true love but this never stops him from continuing to search for it.

That which was supposed to bring warmth

What is this? This pain in my heart Why is it there? Because I gave away my heart That which was supposed to bring me warmth Brought me pain She who was supposed to help lick my wounds Became the source of my pain It's funny how life is Having relationships in life Simply is not easy It may be worse than being alone in life Words Of The Betrayed Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

Poem

Farewell

QUESTIONS

How can you appreciate love When you have never experienced hate How can you appreciate satisfaction When you have never experienced lack How can you appreciate the beauty of nature When you have never experienced blindness How can you appreciate the sound of music When you have never experienced deafness How can you appreciate peace When you have never experienced war How can you appreciate success When you have never experienced failure How can you appreciate light When you have never experien

WISDOM POETRY

Now I get the point, that it's all test They value you like irreplaceable Your worth goes beyond regress Even so pretties won't let you rest Embrace you at every little success Listen! Listen!! I got advice for you Be not carried away by the applause Or by their long loud cheers Let it not overflow your heart I get that Yes the hails are encouraging It's fine that the crowd admire you Take heed least you fall, Man of God When beauties try to win your heart Set Biblical standards as you relate Gi

Life is funny so is love

It’s actually funny how we got here How we’ve framed our fragile love story into existence And how fast our chapters went by with no trail It’s funny how the aspiration of wanting you Scares the hell out of me And still choose to want you anyways

Alone

I cried for help Hoping someone would hear me But to no avail I received no response I closed my eyes Trying to wake up from this tormenting nightmare Hoping to see the light When my eyes are opened For the first time in forever I have never felt so helpless and alone I couldn't bear the silence anymore So I started shouting I ran out of breath Thinking maybe I was about to die At that point I couldn't think of anything more Than to end my life

Soul

if you have ever walked crying in the rain if you have ever screamed with no sound at the top of your lungs if you have ever had a very deep wound with no rushing blood to show if you have ever felt your heart fall within your chest then I know your storm I know your song Even though I may not know your story Our souls though different they are one and the same

A shoulder to cry on

A shoulder to cry on A shoulder to cry on is better than gold, In dark times  it gives energy to go on. Lights that were turned off  will be turn on while it comforts like a mother to new born giving hope and erasing pain of what is gone. A shoulder to cry on help you to mourn providing company until you set on new dawn. It understand why you cry and what you lost. It doesn’t intent to show off hence it never fall short and comes from the least expected with no cost.

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IS OUR FATE - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

Poetry by alexis karpouzos

HEART OF MAN

The heart of man is sensational. The heart of man is emotional, it is magnificent. The heart of man is cruel. The heart of man is either fragile or desperately wicked. It signifies the nature of human cos man's attitude and characteristics is as a result of his heart. Every step he takes is from the thought he thinks, cos as a man thinks so he is. The condition of his heart is as a gives birth to what he vomits out of his mouth and exhibits. Should the heart be in a good condition, he pours or r

"Verse's Embrace: A Journey Through Poetic Wonderland"

"Explore a world of poetic beauty, where words dance and emotions come alive. Discover love, solace, and understanding as you wander through this enchanting realm of verse."

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

America

This is a poem about America, past, present, and where the author wonders about the countries future as impacted by the proliferation of TV. (and now, by extension, social media) Written by my father in 1990, posting with permission after his passing.