Baskadia

Again The Second Coming

✓ Again The Second Coming ✓ [ Inspired by ©W. B. Yeats "The Second Coming" ] ✓ Improve English @ rovlo.blogspot.com

Dancing Embers of Souls

A new poem from an anonymous poet...

Marriage or Obligation

Often in Africa, or in many parts of the world People don't marry because they are actually prepared, But because the circumstances led them to do it as if it were something better in the world. Was it marriage or an obligation? Since people are already united! Getting married because the parents made it or because there are no conditions for survival, In an insecure environment, full of uncertainties about the future That forces someone to choose the path of marriage to stop the influence of in

Almost lover

To my almost lover I lost all sleep Thinking of you You denied me just a second To get my mind off you My heart beats for you My ears crave for your voice My body wishes to be embedded on yours For eternity I want to be intertwined on you To get lost in you Till forever falls apart irrespective of What people think of me thinking of you this way I want you by my side To ever be the muse of my poetry The protagonist of my stories And perhaps the air that I breath I know am imperfect But I now wan

Belinda

Superstar's Rhymes for his love, The Goddess of Beauty

The man in me

A poem out of inspiration to finding the man I am.

Social media

People are use social media

The battle inside

My mind

A Lover or A Stranger

A page from a section of The Songs of Lexicon entitled Songs From The Other Man

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.

Love

U don't have any clue, How much I love you!! To me u just sound like a cuckoo!! With you love always feels true !! Your face is my most favourite view!! I still feel bad that our first kiss is due!! Now for the rest of our life promise me together we will grew!! Into the most perfect duo!!

Two Future saver

Is just a memory of my friend when we are in school what we plan to become and where we are now

The Tattoo On My Ring Finger (Inspired from TXT's Song)

020 Together, we bought that shiny ring, our promises and dreams, on this piece of metal cling. The smiles and laughter that we shared, the warmth of your kisses and hugs are now lost in the maze's dead-end. Your traces are gone, vanished without a trace. All that's left is this mark on my ring finger that I always caressed. Your place beside the bed feels cold, I'm missing your smell, my life feels void. The tattoo on my ring finger is now a memory, a memory where you are mine in my every day.

IF THEY LOVE YOU, THEY'LL COME BACK

Poem for the broken souls. Have you been deserted by someone you love? A father, mother, sibling or close friend? Always remember "If they love you they'll come back" and if they don't, move on!!!

CRAVING FOR MY EX 😭

About love ❤️

WISDOM POETRY

Now I get the point, that it's all test They value you like irreplaceable Your worth goes beyond regress Even so pretties won't let you rest Embrace you at every little success Listen! Listen!! I got advice for you Be not carried away by the applause Or by their long loud cheers Let it not overflow your heart I get that Yes the hails are encouraging It's fine that the crowd admire you Take heed least you fall, Man of God When beauties try to win your heart Set Biblical standards as you relate Gi

THE MOON'S REFLECTION

022 The mood above is as calm as always, the exact opposite of my heart's beatings. Its reflections on the clear waters make me feel closer to its bench, so close and just within my reach. And yet, it was far and beyond me, too far and impossible to hold his regime. I loved the moon, the calm and serene moon. But it was too much, too deep for me to atone. It would always belong somewhere, somewhere only the likes of it can enter. And I would just continue to look up at its supremity, ignoring th

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

Behind My Pillow

My world is peace My world is harmony My world is growth My world is joy My world is love My world is the future My world is my dream. Freedom comes after You find what enslaved you. In a realm of no pain Only inner peace That clover around your imagination Back to present Stained mud imitates blood Role play is left Unattended to, TV's no Longer have a function The movie is right in front of your pupil For now the apocalypse Has not yet come. Back to my pillow In nights of after Struggled days,

The emptiness within me

This poem is written by Jonathan J. Smith from England. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥