Baskadia

I'm so lonely

I'm a lonely skeleton drifting through space and time, kindly tip so I can afford to buy new skin.

Blank Page

A blank page could be a nightmare Sometimes it is hard to fare A blank page could be an invitation Inviting you to create a new creation A single mark could be a deterrent telling you that you just can't A single mark could be a beginning The start of ideas forming A start could be a threat Reminding you to finish what you regret A start could be encouraging Pushing you until you've got the finished thing I finished product could be embarrassing Making you wonder what was the point of starting A

Father, mother, and children traveling the lonely path to Utopia

Dreams can come through if you believe well enough to take the bold step towards acheiving them.

The lonely

Here is an image of a man sitting alone on the bench.

Lonely but strong and radiant

The photo was taken while I was walking through the forest. Only one flower blooms in the bush, brilliant and shining. It gives me the spirit to move forward. I hope this photo will show its spirit to many others.

the lonely palm tree

this photo was taken by me , has a little story ; that day was windy admiring the clouds moving fast in the sky , a lonely teen girl just sitting by herself next to her high school thinking about life about responsibilities about future while I'm busy of thinking and the view felt so relatable , that tree was also alone and guided by the wind it was the most beautiful one and the taller to conclude that palm tree the prettiest one but also the strong wind destroy the view .

Long Lonely road

Long lonely road The long, lonely road stretches on, No end or beginning in sight, Emptiness and darkness surround me, An abyss I cannot fight. The flicker of stars in the sky, Promise of hope in the night, Fading like a forgotten dream, Dissolving into the light. The winds blow prophetic warnings, And whisper secrets in my ear, Of an unknowable destiny, A future that I cannot hear. The darkness taunts me onward Through my distant, foggy flight, Lifting my sorrows to heaven, To roam this endless

Lonely Mountain

My own poem

Lonely

It's evening again ,the house is still empty,the heart still aching. When will this grief end ,you would think I would let someone in ,but I can't not after the last one.All people do is hurt ,so I'd rather be alone than hurt . I'd rather face the loneliness each day than be completely shattered by someone who will bring happiness .I choose to be lonely but for my own good

Feelings

These days, I don't want to have high expectations for people because I don't want my mind to be messy. This is because the higher the expectation, the greater the disappointment and disappointment to bear. So I don't try to get close to everyone. I wanted to save my energy and use it for someone I really care about.

Hopeful Bird Heals Lonely Heart

In a quaint village, an elderly man named Samuel, burdened by loneliness, discovers a wounded bird with a broken wing. His compassionate care for the bird, whom he names "Hope," brings newfound purpose to his life. As he nurses Hope back to health, an unspoken bond forms, and their story unfolds against the backdrop of changing seasons. Samuel's act of kindness and the bird's recovery become a heartwarming tale of resilience, transformation, and the enduring power of hope.

The unseen struggle of a lonely girl

A young orphaned girl faces a daily struggle to survive, but finds hope and kindness through a mentor named Sophia, and goes on to inspire others through her art and music.

ISLAND

ISLAND. Excortion to an island all face to the sea, No ship for all but canoe for each, No help to paddle all to paddle for self, Parents to sponsor no follow to travel, Teacher to tutor not tutor to travel, Sea our classroom we paddle by ourselves. Class of sea as everyone paddling, Different name for different canoe, Same direction but going like fingers, Same dream with different effort, One knowledge but some dull to paddle, First the target but one for the target. Many behind playing and paddling, Mate's forward they paddle and play, Study as paddling drop paddle for tide, Hope on tide the tide at test, Pray for tide drop paddle for tide, Tide to against and sink they fail. Island we reach not reach by all, Many regret journey and again they see, Few at back the failures to repeat, Excortion again another again to paddle, Island with a name they call it SUCCESS.

Lonely days

On lonely days The breeze blows hot Mosquitoes whisper bad songs And the heart makes bad calls

A poem for my lonely grandmother

Grandmother's solitude a heavy weight,longing for love before it's too late.

Cat feeling lonely

When she wanna play but waits for u to understand

Lonely

When u are lonely

A Ghazal

For lonely people

Lonely lover❤️

Old road

Old road in canada