Baskadia

Pain

Would you believe me if I say I could feel your pain, I know it hurts to smile again, thinking do I deserve this yet always shouting you deserve more than what you've gained, I know things won't be the same, but maybe it shouldn't be and that's the aim, to do it better than it was back it the day, seek wisdom and ask for understanding, perceive the vision and youll start to get what the plan is, you're part of the flight so remain calm and let the pilot safely land it, seats in the upright posit

In the tall grass

Warning: This is a dark poem, some people might be triggered, others comforted, read at your own risk

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

Atheism : Truth is like poetry, and most people hates poetry

Atheism is a belief system that holds that there is no deity or deities. It is often contrasted with theism, which is the belief in the existence of a deity or deities. While atheism is not a religion, it is a worldview that many people hold and it has a long history. Atheism can be traced back to ancient Greece, where philosophers such as Democritus and Epicurus rejected the idea of gods and instead advocated for natural explanations for the universe and human existence. In the modern era, athe

HEART TOUCHING POETRY

EVERYBODY WILL DIE A DAY

Sad poetry

Good

December

Allama iqbal poetry

It's about for everyone

Deep line

Emotional

Love poetry ❤️

کرنے گئے تھے اُس سے تغافل کا ہم گِلہ ___!!😟😐 کی ایک ہی نگاہ کہ بس خاک ہو گئے ___!!🪄🤍🩷

Dark Souls

A poem out of the ordinary. "Dark Souls" runs deep in veins of those that can relate.

Here

The main stage of all levels of the universe is the visible world. No matter how low, no matter how dirty, no matter how despicable, this is where the lives of beings are determined. This is where history is. Here comes the scene. This is where it comes into play. This is where the proof is. No matter how much everything is intertwined and full of chaos, this is where the truth always tries to become a reality. All knowledge, all ideas, all hopes, all love and aspirations, will have no value if

poetry

Heart

桜舞い躍る

春風に揺れる 美しい桜の花 咲き誇り舞い踊る 命の証、喜びの宴 白い花びらが舞い散り 桃色に染まる大地 春の息吹を感じながら 心は躍動する 一輪、二輪、満開の花 儚さと美しさが交差する 短い命だからこそ 輝きを放ち続ける 桜の木の下で 友と共に笑い合い 幸せなひとときを過ごす 春の陽光に照らされて 桜の花、優雅に舞う 人々の心を包む 季節の訪れを告げながら 永遠の美を讃える 桜の花よ、永遠に咲き続けよう 私たちの心に、あなたの美を刻み込んで

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شعر مرگ

مرگ، ای دوست ساکت و آرام، به سوی همه می‌آیی، بی پایان. نفس و زندگی را می‌دزدی، پایان مبارزات، درد و زحمت می‌باشی. لمس تو سرد است و آغوشت عمیق، در آغوشت، همه رازها نگهداری می‌کنی. به سوی جوانان و پیران می‌آیی، لمس تو، هر ضعیف و شجاعی را احساس می‌کند. تو عزیزان ما را می‌بری، تنها خاطرات و اشک را به جا می‌گذاری. تو جهان‌ها را شکسته و قلب‌هایمان را می‌شکنی، خانواده‌ها و دوستان را از هم جدا می‌کنی. اما شاید در آغوش تو پیدا کنیم، آرامشی که گاه سخت است بیابیم. شاید در آرامش کامل استراحت کنیم، و غم‌های

Kaif Saifi Qadeeda : Ghar Ka Pata

Ghar Ka Pata ••••••••••••••••••••••• Ek gamgeen betha hua ladka Taal ke nukkad pe kai chai or cigarette pi jata hai in khayalon mei gum, ki kabhi kisi ne be-rang jindgi mei Ishq ke rang ghole the Kabhi kisi ne mohabbat ke khwaab dikhaye the Magar ab ye ek be-noor se Ghar mein kahin kisi taraf ek kamre mei, kamre ke ek kone mei Bikhra hua or aankhon se tapakte aanshuon se Ishq ko mout likhta hai or likhta hai ishq khoon mangta hai ... Shurkh aankhein hain or khud se khud ka pata puchhta hai ... K

Art and Poetry

قهوة (coffee)

كنز لا يمكن إسكاته، ستختنق عندما لا تهتم تلك الحلاوة التي يبحث عنها الذواقة، العبق الذي لا يمكن لأحد أن يضاهيه، مرارته هي رائحته الطبيعية كما لو أنه مشروب من الينابيع الساخنة - يتم خلطه بملعقة فضية من شيفا، مليء في كأس أفروديت الجميلة - كانت تحفة من قبل الآلهة، كجوهرة تلك الطعمة الغنية؛ لن ينتهي ولن يتلاشى عن ألسنة البشر، إنها خيال تذكره لا يتمنى أحد الاستيقاظ منه، بينما تنتشر نكهاته في عقول العقول، حتى إله الحكمة يشتهي تناوله سيتم العثور عليه دائمًا في مطبخ هيرا، حيث يشتكي زيوس عندما لا يُقَدَّ

In the realm of stars, where dreams reside

In the realm of stars, where dreams reside,