Baskadia

The View From The Summit

010 Did you see that mountain's peak? It's so high and so hard to climb. I'm always behind its shadows and I'm so sick. But I am just me, So ordinary, I'm not strong. So I will not be able to climb that mountain peak. Did you see that high summit? I wonder how far my feet can take me there. But I'm just me, So mediocre, Far from strong. So I will not be able to step unto that summit. So I will just hide in its shadows, Never be able to see that sun ahead. I will just bury my self in my sorrows,

Midnight Battles

027 12:49 AM. It's still vividly written in my mind, how my fingers twitched with pain, how the bitter coffee went down under my throat, how my eyes begged for rest, how my back shouts comfort, and how the lamp is holding on. Those memories during midnight. The memories of persevering to chase the deadlines, the memoir of studying for an upcoming recitation, the crumpled notes with an almost unreadable scribbles, and the pictures witnessed by the four walls of my room, will forever be locked ins

My anxiety

Some challenges lead us to anxiety but we survive

Clarion call

This is a poems call for people to come back to their cross

Sunset

019 Oranges are scattered across the horizon, creating hues of gradient light in the zone. On the ocean, it'll come home and will sleep on its bosom. As the day comes to an end, it'll wave goodbye before it descends, leaving the dark as it takes a rest and parks. As the sky got covered in sentiment, like a beauty in predicament; may their hearts be at ease and wrap their day in peace. For although it symbolizes the end, where the day bid farewell and bend; there should also be another beginning,

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

Don't You Ever Love a Poet

015 Don't you ever love a poet for they are a fool. Playing with deep and flowery words to write their unexpressed emotion. They don't have anything to offer. They don't have money nor gigantic castle, They can't give you your desire nor your needs. Really, they are useless. Holding a pen day and night, Conquering things with all their might. Thinking bloody words to write, Setting the candle as the light In this darkness that blocks their sight. During this midnight's cold, A poem is mold. Emot

Wheel of words

In support of life. Ahhhhhh The echoes of the world blows so hard. I was told the world is cold but full with glee We explore to know one and all. Filled with sizzling unicorns, everyone Wants a soft life. Some say they've been gallowed by the world Some Memories are 'Forgotten pages' It hurts the ones we made Memories with Becomes Memories. Our mouths gaged but not gag from confessing Life is a perpetual bloom White bullury but fresh Hmm interesting The world as made you feel crumb And also som

G O N E

If one day I come to die, don't hold back your laughter. Don't cry my wounded soul. With a smile on my lips I would have left. Tell mommy that her baby is far in heaven but I would still like her. I am an officer trained as a leader. The example, I gave, I inspired them. It's not beautiful to see the war, it marked me. But my beloved never abandoned me. Still by my side she even gave me a baby. Even if I didn't have time to educate him. I'm counting on you to take care of our Baby boy. I didn't

There was a country

Once! There was a country That held hope for her people Whose leaders were the youths role models Whose people were the most disciplined Whose military were the nation's pride Whose students were the nation's erudite Whose economy prospered and flourished Yes! There was a country Whose neighbours were envious Whose citizens were contented Whose environment was friendly and peaceful Whose military strength, Was nothing compared to her neighbour's Yet she was satisfied and happy There was a countr

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,

Again The Second Coming

✓ Again The Second Coming ✓ [ Inspired by ©W. B. Yeats "The Second Coming" ] ✓ Improve English @ rovlo.blogspot.com

Dancing Embers of Souls

A new poem from an anonymous poet...

A Lover or A Stranger

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

Two Future saver

Is just a memory of my friend when we are in school what we plan to become and where we are now

The Battlefield

The poem is about the teRror of battlefield do check it and give your feedback thx.

PLEASE DON'T

Please don't judge me wrongly When I don't reply your messages Or even answer your calls, Don't even feel offended When I don't talk to you Because there is a lot you don't know And never you will ever know Yet they are not secrets. Please don't have that emptiness around yourself When am not around you, Don't even feel bored, When you can't hear my stories anymore, But please remember those moments, But only happy moments, Of memories we had together. Please don't cry at all, When you find me l

River of tenderness

Ladies and gentlemen good news : A lady from Massachusetts Created kingdom of happiness Where a special river flows A river for those who reflects As they see it's kindness As they Hunt it's pearls; Well decorated ones With wise words As they wash their souls They found out that The water they touched Is antidote of their faintness A handful of drops Of that water Filtered their sight Their eyes now have more light They are able to see The beauty of small things In this universe Their tongues ar

Lies

Grasses claim to be as tall as an iroko Ants claim to be as big as an elephant. The antelopes thinks they are lions. The weak feel they are strong The prey believe they are predators Everyone lives in their own fictional world, But only the strong minded know How to differentiate dreams from reality You talk about your Non existential achievements. Lies told on purpose Or perhaps on the delusions of the mind.

WHY ?

This poem is about a person who is not with me, but her memories are always with me.