Baskadia

Lost lover

Lost lover, where did you go? The one I loved with all my soul, Your presence once brought me light, Now my days are cloaked in night. I search for you in every place, Hoping to glimpse your loving face, But you are nowhere to be found, And my heart is left unbound. The memories of our love still remain, A bittersweet reminder of the pain, Of the moments we shared so true, When I was whole, and I had you. I know I cannot turn back time, Or undo the mistakes that were mine, But my heart still lon

Dancing in the rain (poem)

The rain is a blessing that washes away pain and brings new life to the earth. It is a moment of joy and peace that should be embraced with open hearts. Dancing in the rain brings delight and helps to wash away fears, filling our hearts with hope and cheer.

Love Unknown

Written thoughts of how it feels to be in love with someone not existing.

Shadows Within

In the depths of the soul, where shadows reside, A heavy shroud descends, a turbulent tide. A darkness that whispers, a relentless refrain, A battle unseen, a relentless, quiet pain. A weight on the heart, like a stone's somber song, A feeling that something's perpetually wrong. Days blend into nights, lost in shades of gray, The sun's gentle warmth kept at bay. But remember, dear heart, even in the darkest hour, There's a glimmer of hope, a hidden power. You're not defined by the struggles you

Poem

Miss Me When I'm gone, will you miss me? Will you think of all the times we shared? Will you smile at the memories, or cry for the loss? Will you keep me in your heart, or let me fade away? Will you cherish our bond, or break it with a word? Will you honor our promises, or forget them in a day? Will you miss me when I'm gone, or will you move on? Will you look for me in the stars, or in someone else's eyes? Will you miss me when I'm gone, or will you be glad I'm gone?

Beauty

This is the 2nd Poem I have ever written. Same age as I wrote 'Life As A Poet.' So I'd have been 13 or 14 when I wrote this.

For you Who cant be Mine

In the windowpane, a boy I see, A vision of beauty, so rare and free. His eyes, like the ocean, blue and deep, My heart, they do gently steep. His smile, a ray of sunshine bright, Lights up the day, and fills my night. I long to be with him, to hold him tight, But alas, he's out of my sight. Oh, how I wish to be his bride, To be the one he'll always abide. But fate, it seems, has other plans, And we can never be in each other's hands. So I stand here, in the street below, Watching him, with a he

Twilight's Embrace: A Saga of Vampire and Wolf Love

"In a mystical forest, vampire Isabella and wolf shifter Alexander defy ancient rivalries for love. Their journey navigates danger, betrayal, and the enduring power of their bond. 'Twilight's Embrace' is a mesmerizing tale of love's triumph over darkness."

Guiding light

Amidst the chaos, we find our way, In the night, we seize the day. In every moment, a chance to ignite, A spark of hope, a guiding light.

Crying soul

In the tender whispers of twilight's embrace, A sweet poem weaves its grace, For a little crying soul to find solace, In verses that gently mend and erase. Through teardrops that glisten like stars above, Love's essence whispers with gentle love, In each line, a warm hug to enfold, To heal the heart, so weary and cold. With stardust ink and moonlit rhyme, The poem sings a lullaby sublime, Embracing sorrow, embracing pain, A comforting balm to ease the strain. Oh, little soul, don't you weep, For

The world we live in

The poem reflects on the fast pace of city life and the sounds of cars and sirens, compared to the peaceful countryside with its rolling hills, fresh air, and chirps of crickets. The poem highlights the importance of finding balance between the hustle and calmness in life and cherishing the world we live in with its diverse landscapes. The poem is a reminder to appreciate both the bustling cities and tranquil landscapes that make up our world.

Joyous Sunday

The bells of Sunday ring With a joy that's all their own, And the birds in the trees above Seem to join in the song. The sun is shining bright, And the air is fresh and sweet, And the sky is a cloudless blue, And the world is at its feet. The children are out to play, And the flowers are in bloom, And the world is a happy place On this joyous Sunday morning. The cares of the week are gone, And the heart is light and free, And the soul is filled with peace On this joyous Sunday.

Last words to my X

There is a corner of my heart that is yours, and I don't mean for now or until I've found somebody else. I mean forever. I just mean to say whether I fall in love a thousand times over or once or never again, there will always be a quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you.

Poem Title "Whispers of the Willow"

Amidst the twilight's gentle hue, Beneath the crescent moon's soft glow, A willow weeps beside the stream, Where dreams and whispers softly flow. Its branches sway like silken threads, Caressing zephyrs as they pass, In nature's arms, a dance it weds, A mesmerizing, graceful mass. A guardian to the secrets told, By lovers' hearts, in shadows' embrace, It listens to the young and old, And cradles memories in its space. Through seasons' change, it stands its ground, In winter's chill and summer's

POEM

Theme of this poem is that for every dark night is there a bright morning .

POWER OF LOVE

love's embrace, the world transforms, A magical realm where hearts conform. Through highs and lows, we rise above, Unyielding strength, the power of love. With gentle touch and words that mend, We heal the wounds that time did send. In tenderness, our souls ignite, A flame that burns, day and night. Through stormy seas and skies of blue, Our love stands strong, forever true. In each other's eyes, we find solace, A shelter from life's endless malice. The power of love, a force so grand, In every

Night

Poetry on night

Vengeance

A fiery wrath that burns within, A thirst for justice to begin, A cry for retribution loud, A vow to make the guilty bow. The heart that's broken seeks to heal, But vengeance is the only meal, The pain that's felt is hard to bear, And justice seems so far, unfair. The rage that's felt is hard to tame, The hurt that's caused is not the same, The one who caused it must be punished, And justice must be truly finished. The darkness that surrounds the soul, Is hard to shake, to make it whole, The lig

Love

Love is like an earthquake shaking up the ground beneath Stronger than all the land only found when two souls meet Like blinding bright sunshine illuminating both their hearts Mattifying the harshness showing them a brand new start Sparking a flame of passion burning hot and wild Bringing laughter and joy from which two hearts are bound Love is a power so grand one a person can't defend It wakes us up each morning and leads us through until the end

Poem of life.

Enjoy the landscapes that you have in front of your eyes, each minute must be lived as if it were the last, our existence is fleeting and soon it will go out like a candle that goes out little by little