Baskadia

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

7:30 p.m.

A poem that could easily be a song about something that will never come back…

Blackbird

How sweet the harmonies of afternoon: The Blackbird sings along the sunny breeze His ancient song of leaves, and summer boon; Rich breath of hayfields streams through whispering trees; And birds of morning trim their bustling wings, And listen fondly, while the Blackbird sings. How soft the love light of the West reposes On this green valley's cheery solitude, On the trim cottage with its screen of roses, And murmuring mill-race, and the wheel Its bubbling freshness—while the Blackbird sings.

I Am because We Are; a poem by Aloo Denish Obiero

https://mypoeticside.com/show-poem-170046

"Whispers of the Unseen Tapestry"

In realms unseen, where dreams take flight, A tapestry woven with celestial light, Whispers of stars and secrets untold, A symphony of wonders, yet to unfold. Beneath the moon's ethereal glow, Where time stands still, and galaxies flow, Unveiling mysteries, both strange and rare, An enigmatic dance in cosmic air. Ethereal beings, with wings unfurled, Guardians of realms, ancient and surreal, They navigate through dimensions unseen, Where imagination reigns, vibrant and keen. In this realm of bou

A sweet personality

The woman who loves me is my mother, She takes the trouble so we can go further. She is one who is sweet as bun, She taught us to be one.

A Best and unique poem for girlfriend!!

Poem

Live A Little

For the likes of me

'Nature' Is What We See Poem by Emily Dickinso

'Nature' is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven— Nature is what we hear— The Bobolink—the Sea— Thunder—the Cricket— Nay—Nature is Harmony— Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to say— So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity.

Vacuum

There are so spaces in your life that can’t be filled

Poetry poem

Oldest Poetry

Beautiful, taman,

Pemandangan

Urdu Poem

میں جو بولا کہا کہ یہ آواز اُسی خانہ خراب کی سی ہے۔ آتش غم میں دل بھنا شاید دیر سے بو کباب کی سی ہے میر ان نیم باز آنکھوں میں ساری مستی شراب کی سی ہے۔

Lust Blinds Consequences

It says in Arabic: "When the eyes seeks lust it blinds the heart from the consequences"

Don't Weep

Poem (Don't weep) Written By: Me

Looking at how nature is so beautiful

My pose, broken pen 🖊️,book📖:ready to poem!

The position I take in comfort to write ✍️ my poems.Some prefer sitting in a desk , others like it on bed but no matter the position,we are just looking for comfort to best perform the art.

Rose of Jericho

Utter Uselessness

That feeling you get when you wake up late in the evening.