Baskadia

My love for Scrabble

My love for Scrabble is like a fire burning bright, A passion that flares up with every letter placed just right. With every word I form, my excitement starts to soar, As I outsmart my opponents and add to my score. The thrill of finding words that others cannot see, Is like a treasure hunt, a victory. The tiles, they call to me, like gems upon a board, Each one a puzzle to be solved, a challenge to be adored. With every game I play, my love for Scrabble grows, A love that knows no bounds, a lov

When I Close My Eyes

A poem written from the depth of my heart in hopes of reaching the bottom of yours.

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

MY TRUE LOVE

MY TRUE LOVE To love is to lose To love is to pain and ache If not so tight, you get loose How I miss you pearl How I adore your lips on mine Locked together for pine That spines my chest I dream of us A dream to chase Occasionally I forget My roots of this passion That burns like coal But I never betray my person Sum up my wait, one plus two See through it, believe I Run into my arms, And sum up to three.

my father

poetry for father in heaven

THE PEN TO MY HEART

Title: •••— THE PEN TO MY HEART How would one suppose — feelings couldn't be engraved in prose, but, in selected verses — only when one feels unpleased once on the verges? If the pen cannot seduce — what's the essence of its use? It risks to reduce the potency of the words spoken to the ears when the motif isn't the fruit of our ideas. Sometimes, the heart has its conception — which the pen seems often to ignore. But, it[the pen] aspires to become an inspiration and transmits on pages what the heart's enamoured [with]. Isn't this pen a little bird; a factor? Isn't this a lucky emblem of Art? Isn't It this a benefactor — to poets? Such, is the pen to my heart.

Khawab

My own feelings during rain!I wrote this poem in rain and pain

I love rain because it washes away the pain....🍂

I Want You Out Of My Head

Thoughts, Nightmares Dreams and what nots.

My poetry

Is it nice

My "Allah"

The way I seek my creator....

My poetry in Sindhi language

My story

A beautiful poem that express my feelings convenient way

Behind My Pillow

My world is peace My world is harmony My world is growth My world is joy My world is love My world is the future My world is my dream. Freedom comes after You find what enslaved you. In a realm of no pain Only inner peace That clover around your imagination Back to present Stained mud imitates blood Role play is left Unattended to, TV's no Longer have a function The movie is right in front of your pupil For now the apocalypse Has not yet come. Back to my pillow In nights of after Struggled days,

IN MY SHOES

When I was born I was without shoes Now as an adult I find myself in different shoes Some of them I choose to buy Some were gifts or so I thought Others, I can't just tell How I got them But, I never stole any. Some of these shoes fit perfectly Some don't fit Some are way too big Others are too tight Yet I wear them Enduring the discomfort. When you see me having them on You admire them on my feet But you may not understand that 'He who wears the shoe knows where it pinches'. We all wear these s

My little poetry.

CRAVING FOR MY EX 😭

About love ❤️

Embracing My Passions In Life Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music

Introduction: the explore of passions that light up my life and bring me immense joy and inspiration. Through writing poetry, playing badminton, reading books, watching movies, and listening to music, I have discovered a world of self-expression, comforts during ups and downs in my life. Writing poetry is my chosen path to express the depths of my emotions, thoughts, and experiences. Through poetry, I not only widen my creativity and imagination but also aspire to inspire others. and When bore

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