Baskadia

Memories of the Past

The poem reflects on the joyous moments of the past, where life was simpler and people savored simple pleasures. The power of memory, music, and writing in capturing and expressing these experiences is evident in the poem's language and imagery. It's a testament to the way in which memories shape our perceptions and emotions, and how music and writing can be powerful mediums for conveying them.

ORIGIN

ORIGIN by Symply Raven. Appreciating African culture through poetry. Authenticity is our root

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

Kahlil Gibran's Words About Life

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When We Fall

In the face of darkness, we stand tall, For hope is a beacon that conquers all, It's the strength to rise when we fall, In the grand symphony of life's call. When storms rage fierce and clouds obscure, Hope's the anchor, steadfast and sure, With each challenge, it grows more pure, A force within, forever to endure. In the depths of despair, it takes flight, Guiding us through the darkest night, With hope in our hearts, we'll ignite, A future where everything's set right. So hold onto hope with a

Guiding Angel

Oh guiding angel, blessed be, The light that shines so bright in thee, With wings unfurled and heart so pure, You lead us to a path so sure. Through darkest nights and raging storms, You keep us safe, so we transform, Our fears and doubts, our pain and grief, Into a strength that brings relief. You whisper softly in our ear, And wipe away each falling tear, You lift us up when we are down, And turn our frowns into a crown. With every step we take in life, You guide us through both joy and strife

At the end

I wrote this to try and show how i felt when i realized that the facade that i put out was nothing more then a lie. The worst kind of lie because it robbed me of my identity leaving me a stranger within my self. Surrounded my the faces of people that claim to love me but the persistent question that never seemed to be answered is how can they when even i dont know me so how could they.

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

LONE SOUL

A writing going out to those who feel lonely yet they always wear a smile to cover their inner screams

The sunlit skies

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Ariel's Tragedy

014 A little mermaid, oblivious of the world's cruelty. Falls in the trap of love with no chance of safety. In a vast and wide sea, A handsome man from a distance you'll see. The little mermaid fall in love at first sight, When she save the man and became his knight. The man returned to land, With Ariel's heart in his hand. The innocent little mermaid Left her humble abode. To chase the man she love, So that his heart, she can have. To the witch she consult Her voice in exchange of her legs are

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

Love

Love is a four letter word, But it involves two worlds. Tim and Sarah are head over heels in love. Or so she thought.... But they don’t understand each other’s world. Tim always does what he wants. But he restricts Sarah from doing what she loves. What the heck are you doing Sarah!!! You are meant to be at my beck and call tim’s Punch line. Sarah does as Tim ask because she feels she is in love she knows.... This love is one sided. She reminds herself everyday that Love is not a bed of roses....

Heated

The rising of the sun reminds me of you. Like a hot chocolate, I can’t resist you. I pray for better days and a chance to hold you; to caress your body and make sweet love to you.

Whispers of the Midnight Sky

"Whispers of the Midnight Sky" In the heart of a tranquil forest, where moonlight paints the leaves with silver, I find myself lost in the enchanting embrace of nature's grandeur. Beneath the twinkling stars, I unveil my poetic soul's decree, As I share with you, dear Baskadia, the verses that set my spirit free. In the hush of midnight's tender sigh, the world is but a dream, A realm where secrets are whispered by the river's gentle stream. The owls, wise guardians of the night, lend their voic

Love In Vain

Love In Vain By Shihaam Cupido Many say follow your heart, some say don't leave it behind when you overtake it, someone will break it. As we grow we learn many things, one of those things is all good comes to an end. You are no longer my lover, even less are you a friend. Our lives will continue till the day I realise I will no longer need you, the day I hope to despise. I wish to promise myself that it won't happen again, but just as Crystal Ruth said, "Every beginning surely comes to an end."

PEACE

Life is filled with troubles, chaos, wars, killings. All we need is Peace

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

IN THE EYES OF THE ONE I LOVE

In the eyes of the one I love, I see rainfall in the desert, I see peace in the storms, Everything becomes beautiful. In the eyes of the one I love, Sorrow leaves and joy stays, Smiles stream deep from my heart, The sun shines on everything I do. In the eyes of the one I love, I fly high like an eagle, Mountains become surmountable, My dreams become achievable. In the eyes of the one I love, I find strength when I am weak, Tears are but streams of joy flowing endlessly, My heart beats melodiousl

CLOTHES

⚠️🚨 ATTENTION It comes late but it's worth the while. This is a poem that talks about men's mental health. Though it is hardly spoken about and no one cares to acknowledge the fact that men also go through hard times. Clothes is a word I used in describing changes of emotions and how tough and difficult we become when pushed to the limits. It is not supposed to be like this despite what we go through. Pls 🙏 appreciate the efforts of men we are only human after all. We are not gods. #men #luv