Baskadia

A poem

Am missing my lover

"Roses are red,skies are blue

Roses are red, skies are blue, In this love, our hearts find their cue. Roses are red, skies are blue, Hand in hand, our dreams come true. Roses are red, skies are blue, Like stars above, our love shines through. Roses are red, skies are blue, With you, every day feels new. Roses are red, skies are blue, In your eyes, I see love so true. Roses are red, skies are blue, Forever together, me and you. Roses are red, skies are blue, In your embrace, my worries undo.

Nigeria bleeding

Nigeria's heart is broken in two, Terror befalls us, what shall we do? Blood and pain fill our skies, Our land which to us never dies. We are drowning in oceans of sorrow, No solace found in tomorrow. Our hopes and dreams have been crushed As our soul still stirs and hushes. We see the future filled with despair, Nobody seems to care. No change or progress in sight, As we all suffer our plight. We have forgotten what it means to have joy, As our fate brings us toil and toil. We are dying, we are

When I Close My Eyes

A poem written from the depth of my heart in hopes of reaching the bottom of yours.

Crying soul

In the tender whispers of twilight's embrace, A sweet poem weaves its grace, For a little crying soul to find solace, In verses that gently mend and erase. Through teardrops that glisten like stars above, Love's essence whispers with gentle love, In each line, a warm hug to enfold, To heal the heart, so weary and cold. With stardust ink and moonlit rhyme, The poem sings a lullaby sublime, Embracing sorrow, embracing pain, A comforting balm to ease the strain. Oh, little soul, don't you weep, For

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.

A TALE OF A RABBIT....

A breakdown of humanity

DON'T GIVE UP. A POEM TO ENCOURAGE YOU ❤️

In shadows deep, where troubles lay, A resilient heart will find its way. Through darkest nights and stormy rhyme, Embrace the strength that grows with time. When hope seems distant, a flicker faint, Remember, strength is your true paint. Each trial faced, a step you climb, In every fall, you'll learn to climb. Let courage be your guiding light, Ignite the spirit, bold and bright. For storms may rage, but soon they'll cease, And in their wake, you'll find your peace. With every struggle, a seed

MY HUSBAND BY CHINONSO ONYEBUENYI

Was just a little man But she would refer to me as her husband Of course playfully because you can As long as nothing happened to attract remand. I guess it made her feel young And I, feel like adult For some, such would do them mung But it made my heart somersault A red car she did drive And each time she came around I was always in a jive For if she brought others a pence, she brought me a pound. Not seen her in a while But when I recall, I smile.

The Unbreakable Bond

In the tapestry of life, so finely spun, A thread of love, an unbreakable bond begun. Between a parent and child, hearts entwined, A love so profound, forever defined. From the first cry of life's sweetest breath, To the moments of joy, to the face of death, Through every trial, laughter, and tear, This bond endures, so strong, so dear. In the quiet of night and the light of day, Through every challenge that comes their way, A parent's love, a child's embrace, Together they find their special pl

"Celestial Waltz: The Northern Lights' Delight"

A Poem About Northern Lights

A POEM ABOUT BATTERY OF LIFE FOR YOUNG, ADULT & OLD

In youth's vibrant frame, a battery charged Full of time's promise, energy enlarged Yet scarce the coin a humble currency Yet rich in dreams, a boundless sea An adult strides with pockets full Energy brimming, ambitions to cull Yet time, a fleeting currency Dwindles fast, a measured decree. The old man sits, a wealth of years Time and money, joys and tears Energy wanes, a gentle ebb But riches amassed, a life to web Differences stark, yet similarities bind, A trio of batteries, intertwined Youth

The boy who wants the moon

In a quiet town, where dreams take flight, Lived a boy with eyes of starry light. His heart yearned for the moon's embrace, To hold its glow, to feel its grace. Each night he'd gaze up at the sky, With a wistful look, a hopeful sigh. He dreamed of reaching beyond his reach, To touch the moon upon its breach. With hands outstretched, he'd reach up high, As if to pluck it from the sky. But alas, the moon remained afar, A distant dream, a shining star. Yet still, the boy refused to yield, His deter

I love you yet I feel more

I love you  yet I feel more. Ever since I laid my eyes on you something change inside my heart. I lost my reasoning, and be impulsive. When you appear I stagnate but  thinking of you I blast in bliss  . When you look at me I fall into a trap, of looking the most enchanting being, hence I shy and look away often. My strength just dissolve in your smile. I become sweet, soft and fluffy. There is something that I feel inside, but it become lost in translation. All I can say is I love you yet I feel

My Best Friend, A Poem of Love and Gratitude

My best friend, my confidante, My heart's companion, my soul's mate. You've been there through thick and thin, Lifting me up when I'm feeling low. Your love and support never waver, Your friendship is a blessing I'll always treasure. Your kind words and gentle touch, Fill my heart with warmth and love. Your loyalty and trust are unending, Your friendship is a gift that keeps on giving. You are my rock, my safe haven, Your friendship is a blessing from heaven. My best friend, my confidante, My he

Laced with poison ivy

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Poem stopping by wood on a snowy evening.

The poem stopping by wood on a snowy evening has been written by Robert frost.It tells the story of a man who is travelling to his hometown.

I Am A Poet

A poet with victorious inkn

A Little Light to Brighten Your Day

When the clouds of grief gather and the world appears to be dreary, Remember, you are loved, and you will find your path. Take a deep breath and take a look about you. Take in the beauty that surrounds you. The birds in the trees are chirping, and the sun's rays are reaching the ground. Allow the small things to offer you delight. The scent of flowers in the garden, a child's laughing, and the warmth of the sun's beams. Take a minute to be still, and fill your heart with the hope of a better day

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.