Baskadia

Miscellaneous

I think the scariest place to be is in your 20s, Everything changes, confused on who we are and what we want, So many friends but yet we're all alone, Dying to succeed because we don’t want society to belittle us. No, we can’t cry for help because we are adults but we are far too young to understand life itself. Maybe this stage of our lives is light years away from pretty and where we find ourselves become the new us.

Long Lonely road

Long lonely road The long, lonely road stretches on, No end or beginning in sight, Emptiness and darkness surround me, An abyss I cannot fight. The flicker of stars in the sky, Promise of hope in the night, Fading like a forgotten dream, Dissolving into the light. The winds blow prophetic warnings, And whisper secrets in my ear, Of an unknowable destiny, A future that I cannot hear. The darkness taunts me onward Through my distant, foggy flight, Lifting my sorrows to heaven, To roam this endless

Dream deferred

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up,like a raisin in the sun? Or foster like a sore,and then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over,like a syrup sweet? Maybe it just says,like a heavy load Or does it explode? What happens to justice deferred? What happens to love deferred?

Beauty In Nature's Realm

In nature's realm, where wonders unfold, Beauty emerges, a story untold. Graceful petals, colors ablaze, A symphony of hues in sun's gentle rays. Mountains that rise, majestically tall, Their rugged allure, captivating all. Rippling waters, serene and clear, Reflecting the sky, a mirror so near. But beauty transcends what eyes perceive, A truth profound, in hearts it weaves. In kindness given, a warm embrace, In laughter shared, a radiant grace. The twinkle in eyes that hold a dream, The courage

The Red Wheelbarrow

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

MA - The poem by habu

Mother is very valuable person in the whole world. In your bad time, no one will help you, there is no one care about you without your mother. So love your mother, care your mother because only she deserved it from you.Love your Other cause she aspects it from you in her every single time.

Sofia Coppola: Crafting Cinematic Poetry Through Visual Storytelling

Sofia Coppola is a filmmaker whose work transcends traditional storytelling. Her films are often described as visual poetry, characterized by their dreamlike quality, emotional depth, and meticulous attention to detail. From Lost in Translation to The Beguiled , Coppola’s unique style has made her one of the most distinctive voices in modern cinema. Coppola’s films are known for their ability to evoke a sense of longing and introspection. In Lost in Translation , she masterfully captures the fee

Nigeria my pride

Nigeria is renowned for its diversity, with a mix of cultures, religions, and traditions that make up its people. Despite facing various challenges, such as poverty and corruption, Nigerians are known for their strength and resilience. They have a vibrant energy and an unbreakable spirit, which allows them to overcome obstacles and strive for a better future. This combination of diversity, and strength makes Nigeria a unique and dynamic country with great potential for growth and success.

Silent longing part 2

a love peom of a girl who cannot express her feeling to the guy she loves

The Poet's Realm

An amazing poem from an anonymous poet. Do you like the poem bellow?

Monday blessing

A Monday morning blessing to you, To start the week with a heart of joy. Let peace and love fill your soul, And grant you the strength to find your goal. May you always find comfort in the small things, And the courage to take risks and spread your wings. As you rise today, may your spirit be renewed, So you can take on whatever comes your way with ease. Here's a Monday morning blessing to you, To bring you hope and courage too.

Top three words of love from B.J Habibie .

If you are experiencing romance problems read these words so that your relationship can be repaired again because separation is not the end.

Rain filled with tears 😢

In the pouring rain, tears streaming down, Silent screams echo without a sound. From the depths of your being, a cry released, A wound unseen, pain never ceased. When your heart plummets, heavy and low, I understand your storm, the tempest's blow. I know your melody, your soul's refrain, Though your story's secrets may remain. Diverse souls we bear, unique in our frame, Yet intertwined, connected all the same. For in shared experiences, we unite, Embracing the human journey's light.

flowers in autumn

In autumn's gentle embrace they bloom, Flowers of every color, dispelling gloom, A symphony of petals, nature's art, Whispering tales from the heart. Amidst the golden leaves, they sway, A dance of beauty in the sun's last ray, Bold and fragile, a paradox so true, Capturing time's essence in every hue. The air grows crisp, the days grow cool, Yet the flowers flourish, defying the rule, For in this season of change and decay, They remind us that beauty never fades away.

I Am With You

In the shadows dark or sunlight's gleam, I am with you, a guiding beam. Through trials faced, you're not alone, I am with you, steadfastly sown. When winds of change start to blow, I am with you, a calming flow. Through stormy seas and skies of blue, I am with you, forever true. In laughter shared and tears that fall, I am with you, through it all. In moments of joy and sorrow's strife, I am with you, your constant life.

love

In the realm of love, my heart took flight, A melody of emotions, pure and bright. Boundless passion, like an eternal flame, Love's enchantment, I can never tame. With every beat, my heart whispers your name, A symphony of longing, a burning flame. In your embrace, I find solace and peace, Love's sweet surrender, a divine release. Your touch, a gentle breeze upon my skin, Ignites a fire, a love that's never been. In your eyes, I see a reflection of my soul, A love story written, destined to unfo

Poem on name Harika

In the fields of gold, Where the sunflowers sway, There stands a girl, so bold, Harika, is her name. With hair like silk, and eyes like stars, She walks with grace and poise, She tends to the crops and mends the bars, With her gentle, loving voice. She sings to the wind, and the wind replies, With a symphony of sound, And in her presence, all the world sighs, With love that knows no bound. For Harika is not just a girl, But a force of nature too, She brings light to the world, And makes all thin

Overwhelmed

i wrote this poem a while ago

MUSIC

Music is a poem about a woman seeking the acknowledgment of her lover.

Crazy Death

A poem to those we have lost in time past and we really miss them