Baskadia

Live after death

In shadows deep, where whispers fade, A realm unknown, where souls cascade, The afterlife, a mystic realm, Where life's true essence takes the helm. No longer bound by earthly chains, A new existence, where spirit gains, A canvas vast, where dreams take flight, In endless day or tranquil night. From mortal coil, we gently part, A journey to another start, In realms unseen, we find our way, A chance to bloom, a brighter day. With memories held, and love embraced, In afterglow, we find our place,

#SEASONAL POETRY

OVERBOARD CHAOS AND REVIVE

The day after tomorrow.

Through this day, you absconded with my heart. Tearing me slowly apart, with your eyes trembling, and ready to let me go. And I, always ready. Waiting for you to revert to someone who you was. Today you said goodbye, but still my arms are open for you. Let me remind you the things that we have done together. Those nights that was deleterious for me to face, you protected me. Those days when I was facing dilemmas, you solved it for me. At times that I was facing almost my death, you tried to make

Love is a person

I asked her With full of Emotions, “Do you know That most writers Are mental unstable And am one of them?”, And she answered, “I do but just keep on writing, where ever the madness will take you I will follow”

Success is a journey

Success is a journey, not a destination It's a path that's long and winding It's a process that's filled with dedication And a will that's never ending It's the courage to take a risk It's the strength to never quit It's the determination to keep going No matter how hard you hit It's the ability to stay focused And the courage to be bold It's the willingness to keep learning And the drive to reach your goal Success is a journey, not a destination It's a path that's long and winding It's a proces

Home

A site where you will be consumed by happiness, and it composed  tranquil,  so cleanness of all harm and evil composed in the world. The bond is not defined by any physical matters but it composed of elements that are real matter. Elements of care, companion, trust, truth and love. Not defined by the structure of dwelling but defined by people and atmosphere of dwelling. A place of belonging, a place of identity is a home.

Valentine's poem

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, My love for you grows, More and more each day, too. My heart is like an open book, Every page filled with devotion, Words that can never be misunderstood, My love for you has no substitution. You bring me far more joy, Than I could ever articulate, My love for you will never be coy, I love you more than words can create. Your beauty radiates from within, I can’t help but be entranced, I am utterly blessed to have you, I love you without circumstance.

Keep HER safe

Keep her in your safe world 🥰

Love : A Wild Goose Chase

He falls in love with her physique and intellectual; but it ends up in tears. Is love an illusion?

Lonely in the Night

The darkness creeps in, A chill in the air, The stars are all out, But no one is there. The silence is heavy, The emptiness deep, The night is so long, And I'm so alone, I weep. The moon is my only friend, The stars my only light, The night is my only solace, As I try to fight the fright. The loneliness is crushing, The sadness so strong, But I'm still here, Lonely in the night. My telegram name to search for me https://t.me/harkolawole01 harkolawole01

A new day

There it is! The beginning of a new day Dawn arrives!!! And gives to the world A little light to sustain us And then again! It gives birth to sunrise Which according to some Is the real beginning of a new day The day gracefully progresses into noon And men sheltered about Trying to hide From the sun's hot rays Alas!! Nothing lasts forever! So the sun again progresses Slowly to the sunset Which is a short period of time Before being succeeded by dusk And darkness all over As children are tucked i

Truth remains and rise

Reports and scene can be altered, elements introduced or introverted so that certain theme is portrayed, but the truth shall remain and rise. Truth can be buried underground, and be sealed by cement around so that is shall never be found, but it is proud hence it shall rise. At eminent time it shall blossom, converting cement to soil of loam so that it branches until we goam While putting shame to undertaker.

For My Thoughtful Ocean

An ocean is beautiful

Prayer

O Power whose presence is our soul's delight, From whom alone our being and our life Flow forth, and unto whom at last they drift, Accept our prayer to-night. For we are weak, and bowed with many a care, Oppressed with grief, and troubled with the sin That doth defile our souls and make us bare Of all that makes us kin. We pray for those we love, who are to us More dear than life itself, and for the rest Of all Thy children, whom Thou dost not thus Forsake and desolate. We pray for peace on eart

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

The thunder of a distant gun

This poem is written by Tamina Anderson from Canada. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

King Of Love

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

Forgiveness

The hardest word to say, The hardest thing to do, But it's the only way To set yourself free. It doesn't mean you have to forget, Or that what they did was okay, But it does mean you can let go Of the anger and the pain. Forgiveness is a gift, Not just to the other person, But to yourself. It's the key to healing, And it's the only way to move on. So if you're holding on to anger, Or if you're struggling to forgive, Just know that you're not alone. It's a process, and it takes time, But it's wor

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

The Other Man's Tragedy

A page from The Songs Of The Other Man from Songs of Lexicon.