Baskadia

Poetry for lovers

Galib poetry

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.

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

No summary only poetry we live for rhyme with no extra time.

Alice and the hatters curse

Mad

The Red Wheelbarrow

BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens

Matters Of The Heart ❤️

This talks about feelings, actions, that affects decisions made by our heart, its also a poem to help motivate. Thanks.

KESSY 🌹

A little summary about a friend of mine 😅🌹

"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

Short poem for bird lovers

In skies so wide, the birds take flight, Their feathers painted with dawn's soft light. With melodies sweet, they serenade the day, In nature's orchestra, they proudly play. Their wings of grace, a sight to behold, In every color, a story's told. In trees they nest, in freedom they soar, Birds of wonder, we forever adore. From sparrows humble to eagles grand, In every land, they make their stand. Oh, bird lovers' hearts, forever they'll sing, For in these creatures, such joy they bring.

"Celestial Waltz: The Northern Lights' Delight"

A Poem About Northern Lights

Fruitfulness Abounds

A bounty of nature's gifts, so sweet and so round. A cornucopia of colors, from yellow to red to brown. Fruitfulness abounds, in the garden and in the trees. A feast for the eyes, and a treat for the bees. A harvest of flavors, from tart to sweet and mild. A feast for the senses, for young and for old. Fruitfulness abounds, in the orchard and in the field. A feast for the palate, for the hungry to yield. A blessing of nature, for us to enjoy. A reminder of life's abundance, for us to employ.

Towards the light

- Maybe you think the winter is gonna last forever - Maybe you long for the sunkiss with a change of weather - But have you ever thought that : - All this darkness is leading you to an endless light - And without the night - you'd be blind from seeing directly the sunlight - Your eyes needed to grow - For you to learn how to dance in the pain under the rain and let everything flow - We're all here to feel the sadness - Try to color your own world with gratefulness - in life we have the freedom t

He Wants for the Fabrics of Paradise

Had I the sky's weaved fabrics, Enwrought with brilliant and silver light, The blue and the faint and the dull fabrics Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the materials under your feet … One of Yeats' short show-stoppers, this sonnet is quite possibly of his generally renowned and broadly anthologised verse: 'Be cautious since you track on my fantasies.' It's a flawlessly expressive urging to be dealt with compassionate by one to whom one has swore one's life and heart. It was

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

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

TWENTY FIRST CENTURY

Sewn into these walls Are lullaby from a century ago Can you hear them? History is about to repeat itself Like it always has Sentiments and sentinel Sent on sabbaticals. No one gives a damn If the roof collapses As long as the house stands. We are all sentenced to death Hanging on gallows that we Happily built Happy that they broke Before we met our maker Here's to another chance at life Dancing, drunk on stupidity Piss for rum, tears for beer Cheers, we have earned it. Its a cozy world, cased i

LET ME

Let me maintain this smile , even when am in pain , pain that i cant explian from where , or evev say when i experieced it , for the has no right to change me Let me maintai this happiness , even in time of sorrow , sorro that comes in waves, so i dont have to show am weak, even if i cant beat that sorrow i will have to maintain that happiness. Let me say thiswords, when i have things that hurt me, hurting me very deep in my hear, letting me rain down tears. painful words keep no more in my hea

"Beloved Mother: The Eternal Flame of Love"

In the realm of love, a celestial presence, A beacon of warmth and unwavering essence. She is a mother, beyond mere mortal ties, A symphony of grace that never dies. Her gentle touch, a soothing balm, Calming storms, bringing tranquil calm. With eyes that hold a universe of care, She embraces all burdens, willing to bear. Her voice, a melody, soft and serene, Whispering wisdom, a lullaby unseen. In her embrace, fears find their release, A sanctuary of love, a shelter of peace. She nurtures dream

Live A Little

For the likes of me

The Talk of The Town

An exploration of the emotions that rouse from the phenomenon called 'gossip.'