Baskadia

Conqueror

With sword in hand and heart afire, The conqueror sets out to win, To build an empire, reach higher, And prove that he's a force within. He marches on with steadfast might, Through deserts, mountains, raging seas, His will unbroken, shining bright, He sets his sights on victory. He battles foes with skill and grace, And never once does he retreat, For he is driven by the chase, Of glory and of triumph sweet. He claims new lands with every step, And builds a legacy so grand, His name a legend, ha

Flame

The Self worth

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

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

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The Tale of Twist (Poetry)

The beauty of art is in the confusion it brings lol

Bloom of Serenity.

Amidst the meadow's gentle sway, Where sun-kissed blooms in colors play, A symphony of petals dance, In nature's evergreen romance. The rose, in passionate attire, Ignites a burning, fervent fire, Its velvet touch, a fragrant kiss, In gardens of eternal bliss. Tulips stand in rows so neat, Their vibrant hues, a vibrant treat, They bow and nod in gentle breeze, As secrets whispered through the trees. Daisies, with their faces bright, Greet the dawn's first golden light, In innocence, their hearts

As Above, So Below

The Principle of Hermetic Philosophy

Strife and Harmony

STIFE AND HARMONY Hardship and amicability, two powers of life A ceaseless fight, a steady hardship One brings turmoil, the other harmony One destroys, the other can ease Struggle, the severe taste of agony A power that can make us crazy It comes in many structures and tones From trivial battles to worldwide news On occasion it seems like difficulty will rule And all around is harmed and torment Be that as it may, in the midst of the turmoil and the battle There's generally a flash of light For

توکي وسارڻ

توکي وسارڻ Sindhi poetry 555 #sindhipoetry #poetryinsindhi

Embracing My Passions In Life Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music

Introduction: the explore of passions that light up my life and bring me immense joy and inspiration. Through writing poetry, playing badminton, reading books, watching movies, and listening to music, I have discovered a world of self-expression, comforts during ups and downs in my life. Writing poetry is my chosen path to express the depths of my emotions, thoughts, and experiences. Through poetry, I not only widen my creativity and imagination but also aspire to inspire others. and When bore

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WHAT IF?

Talks about if we already living the dream why we still waiting to fulfill our potential. Maybe we already reach our peak while we thinikbg we just getting started

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

`Tonight

Used by permission of W.W. Norton & Company, Inc. Source: Call Me Ishmael Tonight:

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

MAGIC STONE

Story About Magic Stone 🤯🤯🤯

Dancing Embers of Souls

A new poem from an anonymous poet...

TRULY I LOVE YOU

.........How do I....... How do I tell you That your touch melt my heart like dews And your words Pierce my heart like a sword. How do I tell you That ever time I stare at you I wish I could hold your hands And lie lie by your side. How do I tell you That every word I say to you I utter with fear And a drop of tear. How do I tell you in your arms I wish to sink And from your lips I wish to drink Our heads I will link And your lovely eyes I wish to stare without a blink. How do I tell you How muc

Soul

if you have ever walked crying in the rain if you have ever screamed with no sound at the top of your lungs if you have ever had a very deep wound with no rushing blood to show if you have ever felt your heart fall within your chest then I know your storm I know your song Even though I may not know your story Our souls though different they are one and the same