Baskadia

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

Urdu poetry

Poetry

اسے کہو کہ کبھی لوٹ کر جو آئے وہ گزشتہ سال کے لمحے بھی ساتھ لائے وہ Tell him to come back He also brought last year's moments with him It knocks on the thought of death like this He also used to sing songs of happiness to me He claimed to understand the sufferings of the dead Come and laugh with me sometime I know he can't stay Witness! He also brought all his rutjages I am very sad to see him go away Sometimes he wakes me up in my dream Nabila Khan

Poetry

About love

Courage

Being patience in life will lead to success by taking the bold step of having a courageous mindset

PLANTATION

We all want to bloom and bear fruits, but we originate from different seeds and the conditions of our plantation differ. Some were planted for commercial purposes where their success is guarantee because they are being planted on optimal condition. Some were planted by mistake but they will survive because they are at right conditions. They enjoy the privilege of the soil they have fall on. Some were planted at wrong conditions by mistake but their farmers are doing the lot for them to survive g

Fruitfulness Abounds

A bounty of nature's gifts, so sweet and so round. A cornucopia of colors, from yellow to red to brown. Fruitfulness abounds, in the garden and in the trees. A feast for the eyes, and a treat for the bees. A harvest of flavors, from tart to sweet and mild. A feast for the senses, for young and for old. Fruitfulness abounds, in the orchard and in the field. A feast for the palate, for the hungry to yield. A blessing of nature, for us to enjoy. A reminder of life's abundance, for us to employ.

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

My first love dairy..

In days of old, our love did gleam, A whispered promise, like a dream. Though now we've parted, hearts once entwined, The memories linger, sweet and kind. A chapter closed, yet love remains, In hidden corners, it sustains. Though paths diverged, and tears were shed, You'll forever dwell in my heart's homestead.

At The Piano

008 Let our fingers dance. For now, let's cover ouselves with ignorance, For this too will end later Like a piano performance on the theater. Glide your fingers on the keys, Go and create perfect harmonies. Let your fingers dance on the piano. Let the music travels on the patio. Ease your mind and feel the piece's message. Play with your heart and unviel the mirage. May you hear my 'I love you' Hidden at this piano performance with you. At the piano I play, Hoping you understand what I relay. Th

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

New Halls of Knowledge

In the halls of knowledge, fresh and bright, A brand-new chapter I unfold with pure delight. I begin on a journey, full of dreams, Glad to meet new set of teams. In classrooms' embrace, we learn and inspire, Igniting passions, sets our hearts on fire. Now, let us revel on this vibrant odyssey, To live a life both blessed and socially. Our circle of friends grow wider every day, Endless laughter and joy seem to pave our way. Morning classroom chats, hiding under the sun, These are moments that ca

Title: Embracing My Passions Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music

the explore of passions that light up my life and inspiration.I have discovered a world of self-expression and comforts. poetry is to express depths of my emotions, thought. And I Enjoy of playing badminton. Books enhance my vocabulary, imagination and inspiration, learning and Movies are my comforters, providing solace teach me about life, I find solace in the embrace of music.transport me to a serene sea, where I can sit on the sand and let my imagination free, comforting me.

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I'm just one (poetry)

They say I'm two, but I'm just one, A mystery to unravel, yet to be undone. I stand before them, flesh and bone, But they see two, a duality unknown. They question my existence, my very being, As if two souls within me are disagreeing. But I assure them, with every breath I take, That I am one, my heart and soul at stake. They point to my contradictions, my every flaw, As if two personas within me are at war. But I tell them, with every word I speak, That I am one, my identity not weak. For I am

Islamic

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The Isolated Porcupine

A poem about little porcupine

By the river side.

By the river side, A peaceful retreat Where a gentle breeze blows And the sun's heat The birds chirping and singing, The trees blowing in the wind, The grass swayed in harmony, The water trickled in a gentle din. The sound of the river soothes my soul, The scent of the grass sweet and bold The sight of the river, so clear and blue, It's beauty like nothing I ever knew. The river side, A place of solace and peace, Where I can go to find A calming release

Poetry

Hard shell, thick skin Slow pace, leave a trail Thick trail, beautiful scenery Companionship of like mind Like wise carry each other through the thick bush Of unchattered, scary, dangerous, beautiful scenery Grow skin and hard shell on the road untraveled, slow leave a trail!