Baskadia

Stay

I hope you stay with me, until the very end. be true to me and don’t make pretend. like the bamboo who stand and bend— we will never break, we will never meet an end.

The Unexpected Meeting

I have met many eyes, and only i got lost in yours. When our paths accidentally collide, I open to you my closed doors. As I fell, really hard, It was you who catch me first.

Anarchy in despair

A cry of my the limitation of the Biafran people of Nigeria....To any one out there we need help

Sunrise

Remember when the sun rises, and how beautiful it was that morning, It started to soar higher, to meet its delightful beginning. But not for us, have you forgotten? the daybreak knows why we parted, and how we ended things between us, It was the ending that got me unsettled. As much as the sun knows most of it, It is aware of my fear and shock, however, I understand myself more deeply, for it doesn’t know how much I want you back. So when the sun greeted the morning with joy, and welcoming it to

Life of a Black school girl in Rome.

I couldn't eat at their tables, I couldn't even participate in the cheerleading activities which I cherished the most. What was their excuse? Twas that my hot chocolate skin complexion could stain their white ones, I noticed whenever I passed through the school gardens near the basketball court, the hot guys always paid attention to my curves. Black curves aren't implanted, knives don't pass through a black woman's breast to make it shapy, A black woman is born with beautiful genes of curvy feat

Loving you keeps on becoming easier

Loving you keeps on becoming easier Some people want to hit the rainbow nation, I just want to make you my nation. Taking you on a very romantic vacation, and have some good times in island nation. Since we became a unit, my life had a few tweaks. How I am ignoring and ditching my friends. As weird as it sounds I even missed my team’s games because your love is competing with my interests. With you emotional intelligence is growing bigger, my love for you keeps on getting deeper. As these love c

Words

Like an infectious disease at bodily opening floating inside like aromatic scent at nostrils, that is how the sound wave travels through ears processed and integrated in the brain and words manifest. Once altered cannot be retracted so they manifest. Like a virus in the system  emotions are corrupted. Leaving the permanent mark through the thoughts, doubt and worry are some of the output and proof, depending on magnitude in input reflects output. Like radiation harmful words are poisonous. To th

PLANTATION

We all want to bloom and bear fruits, but we originate from different seeds and the conditions of our plantation differ. Some were planted for commercial purposes where their success is guarantee because they are being planted on optimal condition. Some were planted by mistake but they will survive because they are at right conditions. They enjoy the privilege of the soil they have fall on. Some were planted at wrong conditions by mistake but their farmers are doing the lot for them to survive g

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

Humpty

Just a poem i made up lol

A Lover or A Stranger

A page from a section of The Songs of Lexicon entitled Songs From The Other Man

Father hear my cry

God help me free me, and i pray may u here all who feel this pain. Depression and its corruption destroys the way we see, exasperating pain tell we are unable to reconize are self. so please everyone that reads this, pray god help all those who feel this pain and only may you set them free.

Alice and the hatters curse

Mad

Songs from The Other Man

A handful of poems from The Songs of Lexicon, Written by Opoku Lexicon

IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

Poetry: Madness

This poetry is a satire on Shakespearean plays and also an urge for writing like him.

Heart of poetry

Appraising the art of poetry ❤️❤️❤️

A poetry that I wrote.

That Day, I Fell In Love. As the sun emitted its rays like a shower of glistening sliver, Singing breeze swirled petals of salvia splendens And sent sweet notes of sandalwood, mint and sage, Scents that eloped strong, masculine shoulders, A sanctuary when I was scared, a cushion when I snoozed, As he scooped my face and stroked my cheeks, Starred so deep into my eyes that it pierced my soul, And sparked off a swarm of butterflies as I shuddered, Every second, I showed the symptoms of a lass in l

A LETTER TO ALLEN

A poem from a lad.