Baskadia

𝐎𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭

In the middle of the night, Where the moon casts its silvery light, The ocean whispers tales of old, Stories yet untold. I hear the echoes of my past, Regrets that linger fast. Dreams I let slip away, On the tides of yesterday. But now I see the truth, That I'm holding back my youth. And that every chance I miss, Is a dream that I dismiss. If only I could go back, And change my youth and past, I'll dive into the depths, And find my rightful place. Written by: Arnelyn L. Lapatis

Frozen thoughts

In the eyes of another death is beautiful,  see Nothing grows until it finally dies.... And you’ll never find the truth until you’ve found the lies... And now that I’ve started pulling some strings, somethings are unraveling and I don’t like what I’m seeing but yet I proceed.... I’m pushing, a sense of a lost direction just stirred up but I keep on pressing to find the answers.... The path of a lost soul is where I’m walking..... I don’t know what or where I’m going but I’m desperate to find the

Mother's Longing

I dedicated this poem for my son, now in heaven. I want to express my feelings trough this poem.

Home

A site where you will be consumed by happiness, and it composed  tranquil,  so cleanness of all harm and evil composed in the world. The bond is not defined by any physical matters but it composed of elements that are real matter. Elements of care, companion, trust, truth and love. Not defined by the structure of dwelling but defined by people and atmosphere of dwelling. A place of belonging, a place of identity is a home.

THE BLEEDING HEART

Let us stop the killings happening on a daily basis

Mercy

Mercy is a gentle rain, That falls on the thirsty soul, It brings refreshment and peace, And makes the heart to grow whole. Mercy is a healing balm, That soothes the aching heart, It brings hope and comfort, And makes the darkness depart. Mercy is a guiding light, That shows the way through the night, It brings courage and strength, And makes the journey seem bright. Mercy is a precious gift, That comes from God above, It is a blessing beyond measure, And it is a gift of love.

LOVE OR FEAR

Poetry

Minds, Chains & Souls

Will I always owe you? Because you’ve been taking And I’m left behind with nothing, Left to pick up these pieces, it’s quite exhausting! I am left behind again... I hope you’re happy and laughing When I shout at you I look insane But I know I am sane, Don’t you say I’m wicked, we’re not the same You do the dirty work, you make people change, Now who is insane? All I do is play by your rules...trying to maintain You welcomed me and then locked me in chains Now tell me something World, Will I alwa

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Pink Titles

Inspired by Pink Floyd song titles

Poetry

About love

Keep HER safe

Keep her in your safe world 🥰

Trapped in Helplessness

I'm drowning in a sea of doubt My mind consumed by fear and drought I'm lost, alone, and cannot cope In this vast abyss without hope My hands are tied, my feet are bound As I struggle to break free, no sound Escapes my lips, my voice is gone In this darkness, I am undone I cry out for help, but no one hears As I'm consumed by my own fears I'm trapped in this cycle of despair With no way out, no one to care My heart beats fast, my mind races As I'm consumed by this familiar place Of helplessness,

DESTINED FOR DOMINION

I had been shattered, I had seen hell on earth. Realities of life has been the order of day in my life. I had been stroke with illness, Stroke With the fear that am not gonna make it, Stroke by the enemies of frustrations. I had heard voices that said, i won't be on the top most top.. I had mingled with people who call their selves my friends and family but deep in their heart is clustered with jealousy and strive. I had seen and heard a daughter of Jezebel who once said in quote "you are useles

A Half Remembered Dream

In my dreams, a fading voice calls upon me from a loud echo, From a sunless sky, out of the bleak night, a shivering hand reaches out to hold; From the ground beneath, shreds of fog rises to seal me within As my feet stomps on charred bones I stretch my arms forward and give command; rise, o charred bones rise, o fallen; soldiers, princes and peasants alike. Rise! An army forms around me, not of flesh and blood An army forms around me, of bones and rotten armour Battle awaits, we March! Who can

Fruitfulness Abounds

A bounty of nature's gifts, so sweet and so round. A cornucopia of colors, from yellow to red to brown. Fruitfulness abounds, in the garden and in the trees. A feast for the eyes, and a treat for the bees. A harvest of flavors, from tart to sweet and mild. A feast for the senses, for young and for old. Fruitfulness abounds, in the orchard and in the field. A feast for the palate, for the hungry to yield. A blessing of nature, for us to enjoy. A reminder of life's abundance, for us to employ.

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

Prayer-Filled Month: Happy new month my people 💕

As the month begins anew, My heart is filled with prayer, May blessings rain down upon us, And peace be everywhere. May hope ignite our souls, And joy fill up our days, May we find strength and courage, In all life's winding ways. May love surround us always, And kindness be our guide, May we seek to understand, And walk with grace beside. May we be the change we seek, And light up the world with care, May we shine like stars at night, And lift up those in despair. As this month unfolds before u

Inner Mind

These are poems born out of pure love from my INNER MIND , from my life. The words that consume all my heart, my mind, and my soul. Words which in itself make me whole. The words which bear my dreams, my pains, my passions, and my emotions Cheers 🥂🥂 to the poets whose words brought me on.

A new day

There it is! The beginning of a new day Dawn arrives!!! And gives to the world A little light to sustain us And then again! It gives birth to sunrise Which according to some Is the real beginning of a new day The day gracefully progresses into noon And men sheltered about Trying to hide From the sun's hot rays Alas!! Nothing lasts forever! So the sun again progresses Slowly to the sunset Which is a short period of time Before being succeeded by dusk And darkness all over As children are tucked i