Baskadia

King Of Love

The poem emphasis basically on how love feel to human being and how is important to human being

A Can't Write

Even when I felt like writing not, I managed that. Rate it!

THE THIRD WORLD POLITICIAN

Here he is, The big man. He flaunts his money, To show the masses His affluent and wealth. And the rumours spread, That the big man, Was not a businessman. "But what could he be". They wondered. Which occupation, Made you as rich as a businessman? It was not carpentry, Nor was it bricklaying, Or blacksmithing, Then suddenly we knew! The big man, Was nothing but a politician. An occupation of the privileged Who never got tired of their occupation, Who did more bad than good, Whose personal intere

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

Pain with pleasure

There are no clouds, there is no storm Will it rain? Inside of my heart, ratial riots? Oh my heart! Why are you beating for the love with the person who I don't know before? Which the broken relationship of the distant born, Will follow me beyond the birth? Birth is not true, I found it now because of you. What is your root? And, I fell in love with you, But I still don't know what is your name is! Only your thoughts are buried in my neurones, What can I do?

Kahlil Gibran's Words About Life

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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

FREEDOM FROM EVERYTHING

This poem basically explains the struggle that I face in my life and how I feel being different from others

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Melody of a broken heart…

ANHEDONIA

In this condition a person is totally shuttered and he often feels uneasy in a pleasant situation.

Haunted Dreams

I had this problem of having nightmares early this year to the extent of not sleeping.I was afraid if sleeping but poetry kept me moving Writting out what and how i felt really helped me alot. Thank you poetry.

Time is of the essence

A poem about the importance of time

Torment

The tears we shed are not only that of pain. It might be of torment. The torment of not knowing the unknown. We are scared of things that are yet to come. Things that are yet to form. Some might hide, and some might run. But it will always come just for fun. It lurks in the shadows, driving you insane. It enjoys the torment, it thinks it's a game. It feeds off the pain. You can only pray. We all have that fear. Some call it anxiety, and some call pain.

FAR AWAY FROM HOME

Is just the ideas of how home is important and memories we shared in it. written by me.

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

Shipwreck: Fragmented Destiny

006 With tattered parts and pieces, they patches each holes with the hope and spoken promises. The fragments of the ship shall be connected once again, to make the cruise float on the ocean's terrain. At the dock they rested, and on the unknown journey they got pasted; hesitating whether to continue sailing, or just crumble to the world's judgement and beating. The ocean's full of unknown, the things that yet to be accepted and known. So on the shore, they anchored, deciding to stop to go furthe

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes,

THE LOVE OF GOD

Let me not hide this truth, of happiness behind my minds, when everything is so peaceful, and have nothing to worry about, even if i cant fight for my own self, i know i have the love of God. Let me write this text you though you might not have noticed this love that never fades so strong that it never dies even in midest of enemies in that darkest room full of ants and scorpions this the love of God