Baskadia

Mysterious memories

It's an original script written by me. In this poetry, the writer references to the power of memories and compares the drops of raining with memories and the fear of losing his beloved concerns the writer. In the end, As raining comes to an end and memories disappear. Then the mind becomes colourless.

Poetry

About love

"Paradise"

Thinking of you is my favorite hobby, With Darling heart and thoughts foggy, When I stare down in your dazzling eyes, My mind skips all those wistful goodbyes, I still feel your presence all around, Hearing to the voice, sewing my wounds, Here am I , Still wanting you , In this world or shall I make new? My eyes are waiting for your presence, Engulfing my hands into your fragrance, My heart is now melting for you like an ice , I'm still finding you up to the seven skies, I believe one day it wil

Shipwreck: Fragmented Destiny

006 With tattered parts and pieces, they patches each holes with the hope and spoken promises. The fragments of the ship shall be connected once again, to make the cruise float on the ocean's terrain. At the dock they rested, and on the unknown journey they got pasted; hesitating whether to continue sailing, or just crumble to the world's judgement and beating. The ocean's full of unknown, the things that yet to be accepted and known. So on the shore, they anchored, deciding to stop to go furthe

Cynicism

Poem: Cynicism I always look forward to a health relationship Yet, all of my efforts to to make it work become a mishap I have always wanted to have a good companion Yet, I have been entrapped by those interested in my onion Moving up and about have I searched for true love Yet, I have engaged those ripping off the good I am of I have been assured not to give up in my search for the right one Yet, I have been cheated on I believe my relationship will work well Yet, what it has brought me is hell

Poetry of Life

In the shadows, my heart cries, A melody of sadness, a silent river. Memories dance, in the seeping darkness, A symphony of longing, searching love. In the stillness of the night, Where the shadows creep softly, The echo of lost love, Haunts me as I cry. Memories are like thorns, Penetrating the soft skin, The heart that was once whole, Now broken inside. But in the midst of this pain, a glimmer of hope still shines, Because from the depths of the heart, Strength emerges in a silent scream.

Poetry

Poetry (derived from the Greek poiesis, "making"), also called verse,[note 1] is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic[1][2][3] qualities of language − such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre − to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, a prosaic ostensible meaning. A poem is a literary composition, written by a poet, using this principle. The Parnassus (1511) by Raphael: famous poets recite alongside the nine Muses atop Mount Parnassus. Poetry has a long

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.

IS OUR FATE - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

Poetry by alexis karpouzos

Mother's Longing

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

Stressed Out

I sleep for there is no problem. On a field of rose, I lay my head. Basking in the ever living tranquility. Oh, how I wish, That this was true. That I had nothing sorry about. That I could just rest. But the stress is killing me. Crushing me like I am an ant, Carrying a mountain. Like I am one man, Facing the largest army. Anxious, I am anxious about the outcome, About what would happen If I do or I don't Sometimes my only wish Is to just rest. But I know that in this world, That wish is harder.

Failure

Failure, oh failure, you haunting friend, A bitter pill to swallow, a bitter end. You lurk in shadows, ready to pounce, And when you strike, it hurts like a thousand ounce. You bring with you sadness, you bring with you pain, You make us doubt ourselves, you make us feel insane. But maybe, just maybe, you're not so bad, Perhaps you're just a lesson we should have had. For in your wake, we often find, A newfound strength, a clearer mind. We pick ourselves up, and start anew, With a better plan, a

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 poor grape seller boy(poem)

In the scorching heat, a boy stands tall, Selling grapes, his dreams he recalls. A humble soul, with calloused hands, He weaves his way through life's vast lands. Each grape he holds, a story untold, Of resilience and hope, so bold. With every cluster, he shares a taste, Of perseverance and strength embraced. Beneath the sun, his spirit shines bright, A symbol of courage in the harshest plight. Through dust and toil, he perseveres, A silent poet amid life's tears. In his presence, a lesson we fi

Shadow

Poetry

Castle on the Cloud

034 Agony is the description of my life, a word that's my everyday's companion. My sleeves are always wet, not because of the water nor rain, but of my overflowing tears. But I seldom dreamed of a castle on the clouds. There, I have someone to hug me when I'm afraid. There are foods to eat when my stomach's grumbling. There are blankets to warm me during the night. At the castle on the clouds, I was not hurt. I don't have bruises nor wounds. I don't have dirt nor molds. I don't have an empty sto

The bear and the two friends

It’s better to Have a few loyal friends than thousands fake friends

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