Baskadia

Vengeful Flames

Burning bright with fury and hate, Revenge consumes me, it's my fate. I'll make them pay for what they've done, My anger rises like the sun. I'll plot and plan, I'll bide my time, Until the moment is just right. Then I'll strike with all my might, And watch them suffer in my sight. No mercy will I show to those, Who wronged me and caused my woes. Their pain will be my sweetest pleasure, As I exact my vengeful measure. But as the flames of revenge die down, I'll be left with nothing but a frown.

This is a poem that i used to sing while am lonely and heartbroken

Reminds me of my sad times

Poem

The poem "the driver on the highway",is symbolic. It protests human being and the social world. As humans,the resolutions we make, impact our social setting. Hence, we should be mindful in decision making. Subsequently,we are the driver in our lives. The directions we control life to take result in our success or failure. Like the car, impact on the highway so our lives have effect on the society.

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

poem about brave girl

A brave girl, with heart of gold, Her spirit shining, young and bold. She faced each day, with courage and grace, Defying all odds, with a smile on her face. Her determination, unmatched by any, With every challenge, she learned to defy. Through the trials, and the tests of time, She stood tall, and made her climb. She fought for what she believed, And never once did she grieve. For she knew, she was meant to soar, To reach new heights, and so much more. Her bravery, an inspiration to us all, A

Belinda

Superstar's Rhymes for his love, The Goddess of Beauty

Love 💗

My love for you is like a river That flows from my heart to yours It's a never-ending stream of emotion That grows stronger each passing day My love for you is like a mountain That stands tall and proud It's a fortress of devotion That will never be brought down My love for you is like a star That twinkles in the night sky It's a beacon of hope and joy That will never fade away My love for you is like a song That plays in my head all day long It's a melody of adoration That will never cease to p

"A tribute to a true friend" || A poem by Shukdeb Mazumder

Long path, I can belong to you very easily when she is with me holding my hand steadily. Darkness, hark, don't be boastful, you must be defeated soon because she is my companion now, who is the next-door neighbor of moon. In the rain, she is my raincoat, in the winter, blanket, in the den of despair she is my outlet. A true friend of mine she is, my lifemate, lifejacket, invaluable, rich! © Shukdeb | 06-07-2022

"Nature" Is What We See Poem by Emily Dickinson

"Nature" is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven— Nature is what we hear— The Bobolink—the Sea— Thunder—the Cricket— Nay—Nature is Harmony— Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to say— So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity.

I love you yet I feel more

I love you  yet I feel more. Ever since I laid my eyes on you something change inside my heart. I lost my reasoning, and be impulsive. When you appear I stagnate but  thinking of you I blast in bliss  . When you look at me I fall into a trap, of looking the most enchanting being, hence I shy and look away often. My strength just dissolve in your smile. I become sweet, soft and fluffy. There is something that I feel inside, but it become lost in translation. All I can say is I love you yet I feel

Bad government

A government so bad, their eyes cannot see The pain and suffering of the oppressed beneath A desolation of choice, a dwindling democracy A heart so dark and filled with greed A corrupted ruling class, with no remorse Equality and justice, nothing but force The outcry of the people is falling on deaf ears As lives are hampered by their wicked cares Unyielding to progress, a world of despair Eliminating thoughts of hope, no chance to dare A continuous cycle of the same despair Nothing changes, the

"Whispers of the Unseen Tapestry"

In realms unseen, where dreams take flight, A tapestry woven with celestial light, Whispers of stars and secrets untold, A symphony of wonders, yet to unfold. Beneath the moon's ethereal glow, Where time stands still, and galaxies flow, Unveiling mysteries, both strange and rare, An enigmatic dance in cosmic air. Ethereal beings, with wings unfurled, Guardians of realms, ancient and surreal, They navigate through dimensions unseen, Where imagination reigns, vibrant and keen. In this realm of bou

MEMOS

Darling mistress of Nirvana, One whose ecstasy brings fertility to the mourning mud. The reason of my own Had I abandoned thee To the reminent of this world? Certainly don’t agree. Let my departure Exhale no dereliction For the cause I had to upheld. The story I wish you could infer. Gregory have no say in this. The cambium of world chaos With his Catholic convey. I’m not at home with myself What is worse than death? Letting you go, what a torture. I crave for switch of fate, Where this never i

Pluto

This was inspired by my journey towards self acceptance and love.

The Reign Without a Throne; A poem by Aloo Denish Obiero

Link: https://allpoetry.com/poem/18718795-The-Reign-Without-a-Throne-by-Aloo-Denish-Obiero

Antithesis

It's great 👍

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.

Crushed Can on the Football Field

I'm a crushed can on the pitch drunk up empty What day it is? maybe half sunny half rainy What stadium this is? I can never tell The teams that clashed I may never know Maybe Barcelona versus Liverpool Or Manchester United versus Chelsea Each assumption leads farther from the truth The player that drank me might have been one... Probably a player from the losing team Though lifeless I could hear him quake within. I may be just a crushed can on this football field But every creature has it's own

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

Broken 💔 and bruised original poem

The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine