Baskadia

The thunder of a distant gun

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

Cry, it's never a Crime

Even if cry last for the night,joy cometh in the morning

Break Me

Most times we are quick to assume that heartbreak comes only from lovers but boy are we wrong It is the people who we hold dear and call family For they have an inner access to our lives than others do So it is easier for them to penetrate the walls we have built around ourselves I’d rather get my heart broken by a stranger any day than let my family break that string Lovers are often replaceable but what do we do about family A nuclear unit created cannot replace the womb that bore us A child’s

King Of Love

The poem emphasis basically on how love feel to human being and how is important to human being

Forgiveness

The hardest word to say, The hardest thing to do, But it's the only way To set yourself free. It doesn't mean you have to forget, Or that what they did was okay, But it does mean you can let go Of the anger and the pain. Forgiveness is a gift, Not just to the other person, But to yourself. It's the key to healing, And it's the only way to move on. So if you're holding on to anger, Or if you're struggling to forgive, Just know that you're not alone. It's a process, and it takes time, But it's wor

Man and Dream

In the wide world, man walks, A heart full of dreams, hope ahead. Search for the meaning of life footprints in the sands of time Among the stars, the soul flies freely. Full of emotion joyful and also sad Humans dance on the stage of life. In a branching story they search for meaning Engraving traces of the story in the eternal destiny sheet. From stardust born man shines brightly But also vulnerable to the darkness that comes. Reaching for the stars, stringing dreams in the sky, Human, you are

Rights of a Child

I am a child which I can do different things Each and every things which my parents told on me. Be good at all times and don't forget to pray God Because God protects me from any harm or in danger. I have the rights to be born and to lived once As I can see, the happy, happy, morning sun Their tender love and care make me be more lively. Through their gently touching makes me more been smiling. As a child, I have a right to play and have fun And to listen my beautiful teacher at school Who teaches me in a good manner and right conduct. As I grew up and molded to be a better man. Thanks for my Mama and Papa for schooling me. They are the one who guide me when I'm growing up, To make myself respectful and courteous. And to be a good leader and a follower.

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

Carry Me On

A poem that conveys not only words but also the true scenes that happens behind every painful yet silent love story, Carry Me On is one of poems that speaks for a lover and declares a question in mind, why the hope? Read and enjoy. _drichthepoet

Hell’s Angel

I fell like tears on a rainy day Down to my doom and awakening Enlightened with feelings afresh and motives anew I have now evolved into self discovery Broken and reformed into a masterpiece One Pablo would be proud of It is in this new form that I dare to challenge all boundaries and conformity for I have met with the bulls eyes I’ll indulge you once or twice But where were you before my rebirth

Surrender.

Lights were out, she curled up in bed Against her will, her mind flooded with memories In the quiet night, she could hear her silent cries She shivered and her heart ached The sky was as black as soot, not a ray of sunlight Mixed feelings in an endless loop, like the figure of eight It took bravery to say goodbyes when feelings died. With the passing of time, she was pacified Time was all it took to mend the heart-or what was left of it Muscular yet fragile, like a poorly wired circuit So it was

No. 2

No. 2 It's what i've always been I've walked behind a pair No one would even care I've sat alone in the back seat of a car Remained silent like a chargeless guitar I would try again and again but life became blue and grey No one even glances my way Life in the books; i envy it so much cause I've realized friendship like that is something out of my clutch Someone be willing to die? For me? I can barely call them when i need. So I idealize friendship of a book's script Hoping one day it will fill

Dangling in mid-air

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The Lark

Herewith I is a dream In the beginning, fate denied All its kindness on a super lark Lessons came along the fight Identity sought in the wild call The lonely lark split to lift the might of its wings With wings spread high, it flew With the might of the older wings In search of who. The clouds darkened, lightning struck, Rained hot, oh! “Hold on” the older wings whispered Here we come, “keep high” Withered, the lark broke, “You are worthy” a whisper. Here she is, Thinking of all the days She cou

All Back

I’ll take it all back If it meant the rewind would fix all the cracks If it means love would stroll even deeper into our hearts And break apart the cages of lust. I’ll take it all back If spaces would close up And initiate those times we made kisses spark in the dark One on one,Eyes locked up to touch And heal the deepest parts Doubts sat to eat to play it’s dirty tracks I’ll take it all back, I’ll take it all back Even if for a minute just to dispatch Every moment of weakness that made us slack

Is That a Giant Still Wearing a Pant?

IS THAT A GIANT STILL WEARING A PANT? Indeed there was a country Now a cynical kind of Eden And in this Eden things fall apart Ties ripping apart Blamed on devil's tit for tat. Wait o, is that a giant still wearing a pant?! A grand neither where it was nor where it should be? With rivers where fishes drown or even die of thirst? Where the abnormal is normal and the normal, abnormal? Where the most expensive is cheap and the cheapest, costly? The beautiful is ugly and the ugly is beautiful? Is th

Colors of Youth

003 There are certain moments of our lives that we are the brightest. Moments that we are the bravest, persistent, and reckless. We fight for our friends, beliefs, values, love, and dreams. We gave it all, a fight of all or nothing is what it screams. Moments where we believed we can have both love and friendships, full of hopes, promises, plans and building relationships. Moments where we thought that would last forever, moments that we hoped to never end-ever. Laughters would echo on all four

I Like for You to Be Still

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you.It seems as though your eyes had flown awayand it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth. As all things are filled with my soulyou emerge from the things, filled with my soul.You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,and you are like the word Melancholy. I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly cooing like a dove.

DINNER TABLE

My old lover showed up out of nowhere unannounced Without an invite Without an apology My old lover showed up hoping to once more drink from my cup This wounded cub dragged it's self to my door hoping to be nursed back to health Because that is what I do I breath life into you at your lowest You came as a block of wood and I carved you into a marvel After my waters ran dry you left to chase waterfalls and when the drought hit you dragged yourself over to my table You have no business being here

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,