Baskadia

Poem

Sunset's glow, a sight to see A sky ablaze, a symphony Of colors, warm and bright Fading into the night Clouds of pink and orange hues Majestic beauty, nature's muse The world below in soft repose As daylight fades, so it goes A moment captured, brief but true A fleeting beauty, renewed anew In memories and in the heart A work of art, never to depart

Poet Lukman Nurudeen Biography

BIOGRAPHY OF LUKMAN NURUDEEN ADENIYI Born (on 10th January, 2002) and bred in Oyo State, Nigeria, into a devout Yoruba Muslim household, Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi, aka Lonia, is an internationally acclaimed litterateur and activist who earnestly discusses and advocates sustainable peace, human rights, democracy and justice, education, health and economic welfare for humankind, and also the existence and privilege of black race. Even though Yoruba is his language, English became his major literary

Contentment

Contentment Brings Joy A sweet serenity it brings In the midst of daily tasks Without it, life suffers Contentment gives you strength It touches the very core Leaves you peaceful and whole And open for more Contentment brings joy Peaceful bliss awaits It's found in everyday moments Here we truly do create Contentment renews the soul Sparking joy through and through It's such a special feeling You know only its true

The poem

The Rainy Day

Ode to Nature's Beauty

Amidst the tapestry of time, so grand, A realm of wonder where life expands, Nature's canvas, vibrant and free, A symphony of beauty for all to see. Mountains rise, their heads in the sky, Whispering secrets to clouds passing by, Majestic trees, arms reaching high, Tell stories to the wind as it rushes nigh. Rivers dance in a shimmering trance, Carving paths through earth's expanse, Their liquid notes a soothing song, Guiding all creatures along. Oh, the oceans with depths untold, A universe wit

Poetry

Poetry (derived from the Greek poiesis, "making"), also called verse,[note 1] is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic[1][2][3] qualities of language − such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre − to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, a prosaic ostensible meaning. A poem is a literary composition, written by a poet, using this principle. The Parnassus (1511) by Raphael: famous poets recite alongside the nine Muses atop Mount Parnassus. Poetry has a long

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.

A Poem about "NATURE"

In nature's realm, where wonders dwell, Beneath the sky's expansive spell, Where rivers flow and mountains rise, And forests sing with whispered sighs. The morning dew on petals bright, Reflects the sun's awakening light, A symphony of colors, pure and true, Painted by a hand unseen, yet knew. In meadows green, where wildflowers dance, And butterflies in fleeting romance, Each breeze that whispers through the trees, Carries secrets of the ancient seas. The stars above, a timeless guide, Through

The poor grape seller boy(poem)

In the scorching heat, a boy stands tall, Selling grapes, his dreams he recalls. A humble soul, with calloused hands, He weaves his way through life's vast lands. Each grape he holds, a story untold, Of resilience and hope, so bold. With every cluster, he shares a taste, Of perseverance and strength embraced. Beneath the sun, his spirit shines bright, A symbol of courage in the harshest plight. Through dust and toil, he perseveres, A silent poet amid life's tears. In his presence, a lesson we fi

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

poem

sad love poem

Poem: Fading Initials

Love and heartbreak

Poem of love

Tell me, O you whom I love, Where you feed your flock, Where you make rest at noon.

A poem for the love of nature

Whispers of leaves, rustling in the breeze Sunbeams dance, through branches' gentle ease A brook's soft song, meandering to the sea Nature's symphony, wild and carefree In forest depths, secrets are revealed Ancient wisdom, in stones and trees concealed The wind's whispers, tales of days gone by Echoes of wonder, in the natural sky Let us wander, where wildflowers bloom And in nature's embrace, find our heart's room.

Antithesis

It's great 👍

Alone

In the silence that stretches in the darkest night, My solitude gently whispers to me. A melancholic atmosphere adorns my heart, Like a sorrowful melody that lingers. Within the profound stillness, I contemplate in eternal solitude. Like a lone star in the vast sky, I am trapped in an untouched world. In my solitude, I feel the vibrations of my heart, Flowing in an unheard rhythm. Darkness surrounds, yet I do not feel alone, For my solitude is a true companion. In solitude, I encounter my true s

Trapped in Helplessness

A feeling of powerlessness, A sense of being trapped, The weight of the world on your shoulders, And no way to adapt. You try to break free, But the chains are too strong, You scream for help, But no one comes along. Lost in a sea of despair, With no hope in sight, You struggle and fight, But it's a losing fight. Helplessness consumes you, It's all that you know, And in the end, you realize, You're never letting go.

I know why the caged birds glew away

I know why the caged birds flew away, To escape the confines of their cage each day, To feel the wind on their feathers, and to sing, Without a care for what tomorrow may bring. For they were trapped in prison, day after day, Chained by their captors, unable to stray, Their wings clipped, unable to soar, Their hearts filled with a longing of something more. And so they took flight, and left it all behind, The cage, the rules, the limits, to free their mind, To explore the world, and to find thei

THE SWEETNESS OF LIFE ("Poem")

Life just flows through you as a certain sweetness and beauty. The sweetness of life Is found in little things, A quiet moment, a flower's bloom, A kind word, a song's tune. It's there for all to see, But only if we take the time To look and listen carefully. The sweetness of life Is in each passing day, A moment of joy, a moment of play.

Poem

Love