Baskadia

Night

Poetry on night

Vengeance

A fiery wrath that burns within, A thirst for justice to begin, A cry for retribution loud, A vow to make the guilty bow. The heart that's broken seeks to heal, But vengeance is the only meal, The pain that's felt is hard to bear, And justice seems so far, unfair. The rage that's felt is hard to tame, The hurt that's caused is not the same, The one who caused it must be punished, And justice must be truly finished. The darkness that surrounds the soul, Is hard to shake, to make it whole, The lig

Poem: In the times of sorrow

Amidst shadows cast by grief's embrace, A tear-stained symphony, a somber space. Heart's heavy burden, a weight to bear, In sorrow's depths, we find despair.

Love

Love is like an earthquake shaking up the ground beneath Stronger than all the land only found when two souls meet Like blinding bright sunshine illuminating both their hearts Mattifying the harshness showing them a brand new start Sparking a flame of passion burning hot and wild Bringing laughter and joy from which two hearts are bound Love is a power so grand one a person can't defend It wakes us up each morning and leads us through until the end

Monday's Beans

A poem about losing a loved one.

Poem of life.

Enjoy the landscapes that you have in front of your eyes, each minute must be lived as if it were the last, our existence is fleeting and soon it will go out like a candle that goes out little by little

Laced with poison ivy

Review this poem...

Short poem for bird lovers

In skies so wide, the birds take flight, Their feathers painted with dawn's soft light. With melodies sweet, they serenade the day, In nature's orchestra, they proudly play. Their wings of grace, a sight to behold, In every color, a story's told. In trees they nest, in freedom they soar, Birds of wonder, we forever adore. From sparrows humble to eagles grand, In every land, they make their stand. Oh, bird lovers' hearts, forever they'll sing, For in these creatures, such joy they bring.

Poem

In the twilight's gentle hue, Where whispers of dreams renew, A lone rose blooms in quiet grace, Petals soft, a delicate embrace. Moonlight weaves through branches tall, Casting shadows like a gentle thrall, Stars above, their twinkling light, Painting stories in the night. Silent breeze, a lover's sigh, Caresses leaves as they flutter by, Nature's symphony, a whispered song, Echoes timeless, serene and strong. In this realm where time stands still, Hearts entwined, a tranquil thrill, A fleeting

A Friendship Like No Other; A Birthday Like None Other

A birthday wish from Lexicon to his best friend. Taken from Birthday Wishes of The Songs of Lexicon

Belinda

Superstar's Rhymes for his love, The Goddess of Beauty

Love's Unrushed Flow

Love's Unrushed Flow So softly it comes and it goes, Like the gentle sway of a slow low-tide ebb, At its own steady pace, along its path it flows, Never rushing anywhere, but continually growing. It starts with an intensity of vibrant sparks, Like the first flashes of sunset light in the sky, Slowly blossoming from a tender flame of hope, That sustains and grows with a passionate fire that shall never die. Then out like a wave, it spreads forth and cascades, Reaching deep within our hearts and m

Tears

It's unfair I can't fight you back So I just let my tears out of the dark You've just open a faucet in my eyes Letting my angriness turn into cries But man, don't you recognize I'm just now trying to be nice I can kill you with kindness When I'm in my madness Well I guess I'm a good actress So don't let me undress

A POEM TITLED LONELINESS

To the lonely souls, don't worry, I've got you.

The Child's Cry: A Poem on the Tragedy of War"

This is a sad poem on war inspired by the Ukraine and Russian war.

Life

Life, oh life, a precious gift From the moment we are born, we lift Our heads to take in new sights And learn from all the wrongs and rights A journey filled with twists and turns And moments that our soul burns Some days are bright and beautiful While others, dark and sorrowful But through it all, we must endure And learn to cherish, love, and be pure For life is fleeting, and time goes fast And we must make each moment last So let us live our lives with purpose And strive for what is truly wor

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 ON "THE VICTIMIZATION OF THE BODY".

This poem addresses such a deconstructionist approach on how a person is always undergone to a kind of symbolic subjectivity, and thus, being reified under the hellish centrality of capitalism.

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