Baskadia

ME

Trying to understand ME

poème d'une mère à son fils

Mon cher fils, mon petit amour, Depuis que tu es né, mon cœur s'est rempli de bonheur, Tu es la plus belle a choisi que j'ai jamais connu, Et chaque jour, mon amour pour toi continue de croître. Je me souviens de ton premier sourire, Et de tes premiers pas timides, De ton rire enfantin et de tes yeux pétillants, Tu es ma plus belle réussite, mon enfant. Tu as grandi si vite, mais pour moi, Tu seras toujours mon bébé, mon trésor, Et même si tu voles de tes propres ailes maintenant, Je serai toujo

Kilio Changu Mwajiriwa

Kwa kweli nina hasira, kwa yale unayotenda Wewe ulo na ajira, mesahau ya kalenda Wanipa chache mshara, uso fika siku kenda Nimechoka na kuimba, nilipe na nitaenda Mwezi umekamilika, hadi lini tasubiri? Mwajiri waajibika, waniumiza kisiri Hu ni ukweli hakika, moyoni waniathiri Nimechoka na kuimba, nilipe na nitaenda Nazivunja zangu sera, nizokuwa nimetenga Nipe wangu mshahara, labda jumba tajenga Nikuwapo na subira, waniona mi mjinga Nimechoka na kuimba, nilipe na nitaenda Wewe wacha zako pupa!,

The thunder of a distant gun

This poem is written by Tamina Anderson from Canada. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

For My Thoughtful Ocean

An ocean is beautiful

Truth remains and rise

Reports and scene can be altered, elements introduced or introverted so that certain theme is portrayed, but the truth shall remain and rise. Truth can be buried underground, and be sealed by cement around so that is shall never be found, but it is proud hence it shall rise. At eminent time it shall blossom, converting cement to soil of loam so that it branches until we goam While putting shame to undertaker.

Eclipse of Dreams poem

Eclipse of DreamsIn twilight's hush where shadows play, A silver veil gives birth to day, While whispers of the night retreat, Soft echoes of the stars’ heartbeat.The moon, a sentinel so bright, Beckons dreams from depths of night, A dance of light on velvet sky, Where dreams and hope in silence lie.In this serene, ephemeral space, The world finds its tender grace, As dawn’s first blush begins to sweep, A promise in the daylight deep.Yet as the sun ascends its throne, The darkness turns to whisp

Distracted Poet

English Poem

Short poem About Rain

Dark poem

वो औरत है

This is a poem about the journey of a woman fighting against the social beliefs, breaking stereotypes and achieving her dreams, finding her true potential.

THE PHILOSOPHY OF HUMAN LIFE! Poem

The days of a man passes like a whirlwind, but the power of life and death lies in his sayings... Humanity From the day a man is born, trouble and sorrows follows him/her. One lives to experience abundance whilst the other welcomes pain and poverty.

Love poem

Un doux baisé déposé Sur tes lèvres sucrées Une caresse remplie de tendresse Une silhouette de déesse Des yeux si éclatants Un regard foudroyant Des mains si douces Et un coeur immense; La femme de ma vie Mes doux rêves de la nuit Ma princesse.

Poem of year

Poem:new year As the clock struck twelve on New Year's Eve, We bid farewell to the year that had left. A year of challenges, a year of change, A year of loss, a year of gain. The end of 2022, a time to reflect, On all that's happened, all we've neglect. But as the new year, 2023, begins, We look ahead with hope, with new sins. The future is uncertain, but we'll take the lead, And make the most of what life has to give us, indeed. We'll face the challenges, and rise to the test, With resilience a

Zubair Tarar Pakistani Poet

Zubair Tarar is a Pakistani poet and writer live-in Vehari

Help

This poem was written as an expression of how I feel, I'm glad that I could use poetry to express how I feel since this is only my second time doing so.

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

Dreams of imagination

Dreams of Imagination. In the depths of night, when the world is still, and the stars above, shine with a tranquil thrill. In this peaceful moment, my mind begins to roam, through memories and dreams, that I have yet to know. A world of wonder, awaits beyond the door, of my imagination, where anything is possible and more. From soaring through the clouds, to diving in the sea, my mind takes me on journeys, that set my spirit free. And in these moments, I am filled with pure delight, as I explore

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

Marriage or Obligation

Often in Africa, or in many parts of the world People don't marry because they are actually prepared, But because the circumstances led them to do it as if it were something better in the world. Was it marriage or an obligation? Since people are already united! Getting married because the parents made it or because there are no conditions for survival, In an insecure environment, full of uncertainties about the future That forces someone to choose the path of marriage to stop the influence of in