Baskadia

KINDNESS

A gentle touch, a kind word, A simple act of love, A helping hand, a smile, A heart that's full of love. A hug that warms the soul, A kind deed done in haste, A gentle voice, a kind thought, A moment of grace. A kind gesture, a kind heart, A moment of peace, A moment of joy, a moment of hope, A moment of kindness. A moment of love, a moment of care, A moment of understanding, A moment of compassion, a moment of grace, A moment of kindness.

Bloom of Serenity.

Amidst the meadow's gentle sway, Where sun-kissed blooms in colors play, A symphony of petals dance, In nature's evergreen romance. The rose, in passionate attire, Ignites a burning, fervent fire, Its velvet touch, a fragrant kiss, In gardens of eternal bliss. Tulips stand in rows so neat, Their vibrant hues, a vibrant treat, They bow and nod in gentle breeze, As secrets whispered through the trees. Daisies, with their faces bright, Greet the dawn's first golden light, In innocence, their hearts

#SEASONAL POETRY

OVERBOARD CHAOS AND REVIVE

Soul

if you have ever walked crying in the rain if you have ever screamed with no sound at the top of your lungs if you have ever had a very deep wound with no rushing blood to show if you have ever felt your heart fall within your chest then I know your storm I know your song Even though I may not know your story Our souls though different they are one and the same

The Echo Of Me

Is the person reflected in the mirror truly a version of yourself? Or are they merely a figment of your imagination? This piece touches on the subject of finding the best version of one's self in a world filled with doubt and dreams.

Beauty

This is the 2nd Poem I have ever written. Same age as I wrote 'Life As A Poet.' So I'd have been 13 or 14 when I wrote this.

Poetry: Madness

This poetry is a satire on Shakespearean plays and also an urge for writing like him.

Soulful Threads: Navigating Digital Labyrinths

"Soulful Threads": Elian and Alina's metaphoric digital journey towards authenticity. Philosophical conversations unravel avatars, revealing the human longing for real bonds. A call to bridge the virtual-authenticity divide.

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

As Above, So Below

The Principle of Hermetic Philosophy

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

My way to you

My Way To You I tell my tale A traveller lost On twisted roads that lead astray No lights to guide; On soggy nights, The dull moon; The sad rains The agonies endured No tonic for the pain O destiny, where did you hide Among desperate cries; among flickering flames To silent skies, a question raised Did I not submit? To all your ways A lightning heard; an answer paved On flesh so pure; I saw my way It was your face; it had such grace, surely an ace Do I deserve; such a place? My way to you I did

Poem "Unyielding vines to me ivy"

Through trials fierce, I've learned to stand, A resolute vine in life's demanding land, With leaves of strength, I faced the storm, My spirit steadfast, forever warm. From humble roots, my journey grew, Embracing challenges, old and new, Through darkest nights, I faced my fears, And watered dreams with heartfelt tears.

What if

What if we'll be apart???? I'll talk to stars about you I'll ask the moon if you're doing well or not I'll go to library and read the books that I thought I would read with you I'll watch the series Thinking you could be watching it too I'll make your favourite dishes Pretending that you'll be home soon I'll make canvas of me sitting beside you I'll sing the songs that reminds my heart how much i love you I'll write poetries about how many ways i fell for you I'll learn to play guitar Hoping one

CRAVING FOR MY EX 😭

About love ❤️

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

Joyous Sunday

The bells of Sunday ring With a joy that's all their own, And the birds in the trees above Seem to join in the song. The sun is shining bright, And the air is fresh and sweet, And the sky is a cloudless blue, And the world is at its feet. The children are out to play, And the flowers are in bloom, And the world is a happy place On this joyous Sunday morning. The cares of the week are gone, And the heart is light and free, And the soul is filled with peace On this joyous Sunday.

MY TRUE LOVE

MY TRUE LOVE To love is to lose To love is to pain and ache If not so tight, you get loose How I miss you pearl How I adore your lips on mine Locked together for pine That spines my chest I dream of us A dream to chase Occasionally I forget My roots of this passion That burns like coal But I never betray my person Sum up my wait, one plus two See through it, believe I Run into my arms, And sum up to three.

Conqueror

With sword in hand and heart afire, The conqueror sets out to win, To build an empire, reach higher, And prove that he's a force within. He marches on with steadfast might, Through deserts, mountains, raging seas, His will unbroken, shining bright, He sets his sights on victory. He battles foes with skill and grace, And never once does he retreat, For he is driven by the chase, Of glory and of triumph sweet. He claims new lands with every step, And builds a legacy so grand, His name a legend, ha

What I wish for you

I wish to rain on you a shower of Sakura petals to keep your fire ablaze When it feels like You are in the middle of the ocean and your boat is slowly sinking down I wish to lead you to a field of sunflowers to fill you up with rainbows and sunshine When the clouds are black and you are lost and staggering in a heavy storm and I wish to give you A bonquent of white roses Whenever you let out a smile and you feel like a stray butterfly ~Zanur