Baskadia

Winning Triumph

When victory is finally won, The taste of triumph is like none, A sweet sensation in the air, A feeling beyond compare. The thrill of the fight, the rush of the game, The battle that ends in acclaim, The cheers of the crowd, the roar of the fans, The glory of victory that never ends. The path to winning is long and tough, It takes hard work, patience, and a little luck, But when the prize is finally claimed, The joy and elation are untamed. To win is to conquer, to succeed, To fulfill a dream, t

My enemy, my success

I will boldly say that one that has an enemy or enemies as the case might be has a catalyst for success. when my enemy mock or make fun of me because of my weakness or mistakes, I make effort and improve,if am treated as a nonentity l will work hard to be rich in all ramification,if they try to pull me down I work harder and also become prayerful thereby solidifying my friendship with God, they help me to fly higher, their actions makes me to discover more of my capacity,my enemy my success.

The Battlefield

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

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

In His Life, I'm Not the Female Protagonist

In a world of tales, where each heart's a book, A girl believed, with a hopeful look. That everyone's the lead in their own rhyme, She, too, the star in her own sweet time. Through life's story, she danced with glee, Her spirit waltzing, wild and free. She thought, "I'm the main, the shining one, In the story of life, I'm second to none." But one day, a twist, a plot untold, A love story with edges rough and bold. She glimpsed his eyes, a captivating sight, Yet, in his world, she was out of sigh

Love

A poem about girl betrayed by her lover

Whispers of Dawn

Poem Whispers of Dawn

Unrequited love

Beneath your radar, I stand, a flickering flame, burning my self up for you to see, but you, lost in the darkness, can't even see my light. I am the candle, wax melting into the night, unseen, unheard, unloved. I am the moth, flying towards your flame, only to be burned and ignored, as if I were never there at all.

The betrayal

In shadows deep, where friendships fray, Lies the tale of trust led far astray. Once, they wore masks of loyalty so tight, Yet beneath the surface, darkness took flight. Their smiles masked secrets, their words were veiled, In the garden of friendship, treachery unveiled. A dagger concealed by a friendly embrace, Betrayal's bitter truth, hard to erase. They whispered sweet promises, a pact so sly, But their deceitful hearts harbored a lie. Behind your back, they plotted and schemed, In the realm

THE THIRD WORLD POLITICIAN

Here he is, The big man. He flaunts his money, To show the masses His affluent and wealth. And the rumours spread, That the big man, Was not a businessman. "But what could he be". They wondered. Which occupation, Made you as rich as a businessman? It was not carpentry, Nor was it bricklaying, Or blacksmithing, Then suddenly we knew! The big man, Was nothing but a politician. An occupation of the privileged Who never got tired of their occupation, Who did more bad than good, Whose personal intere

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

A Drifted Tale

002 Once upon a time, our love was blazing like the sun- warm, comforting, and suitable. Until the world played with spear and gun. We broke apart, we drifted along the brawl. We first met in front of your house's lawn, now, we end it tragically at that same place. Promises gone by, leaving feelings of affliction. All will be in memories, all those hugs and kisses. Time, distance, communication, and presence, we lose it all, and we slowly grew apart. In our promised place I felt your absence, re

"Shadows and Light: A Journey through Depression"

"Shadows and Light: A Journey through Depression" is a profound exploration of the intricate path one traverses while grappling with the depths of depression. This poignant journey delves into the interplay between darkness and illumination, unveiling the complexities, challenges, and transformative potential inherent in this struggle.

Renaissance

Call me the Duke of Silence, I resonate with the six elders at the Gala. I would rather commend a madman for saving a cat, Than applaud politicians in SUVs, Wearing first-class Royce, While we suffer in harsh economic downfall. Renaissance is my diploma, I’ve come to see through all peers, Shady thoughts and unclear actions. Living is now a matter of, “What do you bring to the table?” Youthful pride in contrast to, “Why should I answer that?” Suffering childhood memories, Seems to be the best ph

Pied Piper

007 The children laughed just by the mention of his name. They understand the meaning of liberated that he claims, they understand the happiness that he spoke of. The only one who don't understand him were the adults. He took the children to play in the mountains, to laugh and get dirty while dancing and singing non-stop. He let them remember that they are still a child, a child that's supposed to run and get wild. He freed them from the shackles of society and obedience, letting them rebel to f

FREEDOM FROM EVERYTHING

This poem basically explains the struggle that I face in my life and how I feel being different from others

Unsent Love Letters

026 Scribbles written on a piece of paper, an emotion and feelings of an admirer. Confession were marked in each pages, freeing the emotions from its cages. Black ink formed words, sealed inside the envelope as a letter should. Each lines were full of admiration, a pure and innocent adoration. On these letters, a tale was mold, a secret story that is yet to be told. On these folded papers lies the hidden feelings, a strange and crazy emotions that clings. However, these letters were remain hidde

Beautiful Nature Poems

When we take the time to examine the beauty of the world around us, we are able to see parallels within our own lives. One who in tune with nature is in tune with the practice of living. Nature moves in a spiral as do our personal lives.

She was a Poem

028 She was a poem with rhymes and rhythm, someone whose secrets are hidden. Her faithful friend was her pen, an object who witnessed her veiled shenanigan. She was a poem that only a few can understand. Someone private and hard to comprehend. The papers are her companion at night, forming her thoughts as her pen took flight. She was an unfinished poem hiding traumas behind the pages. Unraveled emotions and tears are hidden inside her cages. Millions of thoughts keep her awake at night, shadows

Mother Earth

Let us protect Mother Earth from Climate Change