Baskadia

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

Happiness is a Choice

Happiness is a choice, A decision we make each day, To embrace the joy within us, And let our worries fade away. It's not found in wealth or power, Or the things that we possess, But in the moments that we treasure, And the people that we bless. It's the laughter of children playing, The warmth of the sun on our skin, It's the love that we give and receive, And the peace that we find within. Happiness is a journey, Not a destination to reach, It's a state of mind and heart, That we can always ch

A Birthday Wish From Lexicon And The Fantastic Four

A Birthday Wish composed by myself and four of my closest high school friends, namely, Dr Rhyme AKA Superstar, Don Diego De Shotingo, Hygienic and Gill Sam to a certain lady in high school that has made it's way into the Songs of Lexicon.

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

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

Love : A Wild Goose Chase

He falls in love with her physique and intellectual; but it ends up in tears. Is love an illusion?

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.

My dark Shadow

In this poem my shadow will be copying me so I wrote a poem upon my shadow