Baskadia

The Art of storytelling: captivating hearts and minds

Storytelling is rigid art engaged by the telling/creator that essentially reanimates the feelings of thrill, emotion and empowerment. Its been mis used some times in our world today. but, it stands to be the most powerful form of art and theatrics.

A Friend

It's my happiness

Poetry co

I am a boy who lives in Colombia and my dream to be a writer, I share a poem from my book thoughts of the heart, I hope you like it.I'll be the prince who heals any wound that exists in your heart, with my tenderness I will wrap your soul.

A poetry that I wrote.

That Day, I Fell In Love. As the sun emitted its rays like a shower of glistening sliver, Singing breeze swirled petals of salvia splendens And sent sweet notes of sandalwood, mint and sage, Scents that eloped strong, masculine shoulders, A sanctuary when I was scared, a cushion when I snoozed, As he scooped my face and stroked my cheeks, Starred so deep into my eyes that it pierced my soul, And sparked off a swarm of butterflies as I shuddered, Every second, I showed the symptoms of a lass in l

Strife and Harmony

STIFE AND HARMONY Hardship and amicability, two powers of life A ceaseless fight, a steady hardship One brings turmoil, the other harmony One destroys, the other can ease Struggle, the severe taste of agony A power that can make us crazy It comes in many structures and tones From trivial battles to worldwide news On occasion it seems like difficulty will rule And all around is harmed and torment Be that as it may, in the midst of the turmoil and the battle There's generally a flash of light For

Do I Care? Yes I Do!

One may ask what are friends for? Send this to a friend.

The Storm Is Over

The poem is about the peace that comes after trying time

Beauty In Nature's Realm

In nature's realm, where wonders unfold, Beauty emerges, a story untold. Graceful petals, colors ablaze, A symphony of hues in sun's gentle rays. Mountains that rise, majestically tall, Their rugged allure, captivating all. Rippling waters, serene and clear, Reflecting the sky, a mirror so near. But beauty transcends what eyes perceive, A truth profound, in hearts it weaves. In kindness given, a warm embrace, In laughter shared, a radiant grace. The twinkle in eyes that hold a dream, The courage

The Red Wheelbarrow

BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens

I Like for You to Be Still

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.It seems as though your eyes had flown awayand it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soulyou emerge from the things, filled with my soul.You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,and you are like the word Melancholy. I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.

Infant Sorrow

My mother groaned,my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt Helpless,naked,piping, loud Like a friend hid in a cloud Struggling in my father's hands Striving against my swaddling-bands Bound and weary I thought best To suck upon my mother's breast

The bear and the two friends

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

The Valence of Cynicism

Poem: The Valence of Cynicism (I)With money, love from people comes around People's interest towards you abound They want relationship with you Their interest is hidden from your view Some want  you to have intimacy with them Their 'want-back-in return' you won't condemn When they are satisfied with they want, they say outside your hearing what you are not. You want to show altruism But they depict Cynicism. (Ii) Diogenes was a character of transparency His mannerism was void of hypocrisy The tr

While blushing, I was rushing, with silly bonds crushing

This Is an amazing poem written by me hope you like and please tip some satoshi

Icarus Reaching for Helios' Hands

013 With these wings, I fled, Escaping from the dark labyrinth. Flapping my hands to stay on the path, Like a tiny little bird who's finally free from its cage. With these wings, I saw Helios. Shinning like a billion embers of candles, Never flickering, forever warm. With amazement, I flapped harder, Feeling the euphoria of reaching you---maybe. Wax thawed, feathers fell, Father's voice echoed. Too late---I'm too late. Dazzled by Helios, trying to reach the unknown, Taking the risk, ended up wit

Nasty 😋😋

A free verse containing, sexual words, experiences and encounter, with a tiny bit of ingredient ti spice it up a little lol 😂

The last wolf

Beneath the fading moon's soft glow, The last wolf treads where shadows flow. A sentinel of ages old, In tales of wilderness, its story told. Majestic spirit, fierce and wild, Guardian of the night, undefiled. Legends woven through the trees, Whisper of strength in every breeze. Lone survivor of a primal land, Pawprints etched in the shifting sand. Eyes that hold the secrets deep, In twilight's realm, its vigil to keep. Oh, last wolf, your howl shall fade, But in our hearts, your memory's laid.

No Goodbye

My head became buried deep in her neck, The odor of her hair delivered consolation To my as soon as-lonely heart...

An Advice About Life

A page from a section of The Songs of Lexicon entitled, A Father's Words, which is about a father advising his son.

My Name Means Darkness

Short Poem about Depression