Baskadia

A poem that describes my feelings for my "dad".

poème d'une mère à son fils

Mon cher fils, mon petit amour, Depuis que tu es né, mon cœur s'est rempli de bonheur, Tu es la plus belle a choisi que j'ai jamais connu, Et chaque jour, mon amour pour toi continue de croître. Je me souviens de ton premier sourire, Et de tes premiers pas timides, De ton rire enfantin et de tes yeux pétillants, Tu es ma plus belle réussite, mon enfant. Tu as grandi si vite, mais pour moi, Tu seras toujours mon bébé, mon trésor, Et même si tu voles de tes propres ailes maintenant, Je serai toujo

THERE IS A PROMISE I MAKE (a poem by LUKMAN NURUDEEN ADENIYI)

The ache of a fatherless heart, a poem of love and loss

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom

My mom is my world

'A THING OF BEAUTY IS JOY FOREVER'

Daffodils

A poem written by me, it's all that I am currently feeling.

Embrace of Hearts: A Hug-Filled Poem

In warm embrace, two souls entwine, A hug, a moment, so divine. With arms outstretched, a gentle touch, Love's language spoken, oh so much. In times of joy, in depths of woe, A hug can heal, let hearts aglow. No words required, just open arms, A soothing balm, with tender charms. It speaks of care that words can't tell, A hug can bridge the distance well. Connection found in arms' embrace, A precious gift, a warm embrace.

A POEM "Verse of Enchanted Realms: A Celebration of Beauty and Grace"

In a realm where dreams take flight, Beneath the canvas of the night, Stars ignite their gentle glow, Guiding hearts where love may grow. A moonbeam's touch, a silver kiss, Upon the world in tranquil bliss, Whispers secrets to the sea, Stories of how life came to be. Mountains tall and valleys deep, In their ancient secrets keep, Echoes of the ages past, In every stone and blade of grass. Winds that dance through leaves and trees, Carry songs on melodies, Of forgotten tales and distant lands, Wo

A Smile (A graphic poem)

It is a graphic poem.

A poem that describe my feelings of my dad not being with me by Daniel

Is all about my dad when he left me.and those out there who doesn't have parents

A soundless piece

The notes tell me something. It conveys a message. I often wonder what music is for. Void of any appreciation, I was left to wonder upon the subject. I was never intertwined with the symphony. The melody left nothing in me but an external stimuli to my hearing. Nothing more. The singing were bothersome. The voices which I preferred to be unheard propagates to my mind, annoying the inches between my soul. It was nothing. Dare I say beyond nothing. But. There is always a but. It was never the musi

In the realm of stars, where dreams reside

In the realm of stars, where dreams reside,

A volition in a shackle

It's like looking at the mountains, At the top pebble shading the sun, With hands deep in pockets, and feet stuck in the mud.

Still dark even after a dawn

One a Natural background for a writer for write her poem...

A natural backgrounds

BEFORE SEPTEMBER

Reminiscing about drastic changes

Padayon: A term that means "Go On"

It's a one ticket bus ride which means one of us should stay, let me be that one; when the time's right and fate will remain patient - let's meet on the end of the platform.

AGEING and LIFE

How growing has been 🥺

Lying down writing,writing a poem.

If life had no love?😭is a question that can never be answered.Sandra is a good friend of mine,but distance has put us apart.And I still love her,it's deep down in my heart.If the sun didn't love but we had the moon,where is the love? Life is love.