Baskadia

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

RISE AND CONQUER 💥

In the depths of your soul, greatness lies, Embrace the fire, reach for the skies. With grit and courage, stand up tall, Forge your path, break every wall. Through sweat and tears, you'll find your way, Embrace the challenge, seize the day. A warrior's heart, within you beats, Defying odds, achieving feats.

World unity

In a world so vast, we all reside, Under the same sun and stars, side by side. With colors, cultures, and dreams so diverse, Together we weave this cosmic verse. Amidst the chaos, let love be our guide, A bridge to connect, to heal, and to confide.

WISDOM POETRY

Now I get the point, that it's all test They value you like irreplaceable Your worth goes beyond regress Even so pretties won't let you rest Embrace you at every little success Listen! Listen!! I got advice for you Be not carried away by the applause Or by their long loud cheers Let it not overflow your heart I get that Yes the hails are encouraging It's fine that the crowd admire you Take heed least you fall, Man of God When beauties try to win your heart Set Biblical standards as you relate Gi

LOVE POETRY ❤️💕🌹

In the twilight's gentle hue, My heart finds solace, only for you. With each beat, a whispered prayer, In love's embrace, we find repair.

Love poetry🌹🌹💓

In the twilight's gentle hue, My heart finds solace, only for you. With each beat, a whispered prayer, In love's embrace, we find repair. Your eyes, like stars, guide my way, Through the darkest night, they sway. In your touch, a tender dance, Two souls entwined, fate's romance. A symphony of love we play, In every word we softly say. Through laughter, tears, and dreams we share, Our love's bond, forever rare. In fields of flowers, hand in hand, We'll walk together, our hearts expand. For you, my love, are my delight, A love so pure, an endless flight.

He Wants for the Fabrics of Paradise

Had I the sky's weaved fabrics, Enwrought with brilliant and silver light, The blue and the faint and the dull fabrics Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the materials under your feet … One of Yeats' short show-stoppers, this sonnet is quite possibly of his generally renowned and broadly anthologised verse: 'Be cautious since you track on my fantasies.' It's a flawlessly expressive urging to be dealt with compassionate by one to whom one has swore one's life and heart. It was

Sad Poetry About Trust Issues

In shadows cast by love's cruel ruse, There dwells a man named Saad, abused. A soul with trust issues, heart askew, His breaking tale I now imbue. Once, he wore a smile so bright, Believed in love, in pure delight. But past betrayals left him scarred, In fractured trust, his heart was marred. In love's sweet dance, he found a flame, A tender heart, an empty name. She vowed devotion, claimed to care, Yet secrets lurked, a heart laid bare. Behind her eyes, deceit took hold, As Saad's suspicions sl

"Verse's Embrace: A Journey Through Poetic Wonderland"

"Explore a world of poetic beauty, where words dance and emotions come alive. Discover love, solace, and understanding as you wander through this enchanting realm of verse."

CLOTHES

⚠️🚨 ATTENTION It comes late but it's worth the while. This is a poem that talks about men's mental health. Though it is hardly spoken about and no one cares to acknowledge the fact that men also go through hard times. Clothes is a word I used in describing changes of emotions and how tough and difficult we become when pushed to the limits. It is not supposed to be like this despite what we go through. Pls 🙏 appreciate the efforts of men we are only human after all. We are not gods. #men #luv

A Half Remembered Dream

In my dreams, a fading voice calls upon me from a loud echo, From a sunless sky, out of the bleak night, a shivering hand reaches out to hold; From the ground beneath, shreds of fog rises to seal me within As my feet stomps on charred bones I stretch my arms forward and give command; rise, o charred bones rise, o fallen; soldiers, princes and peasants alike. Rise! An army forms around me, not of flesh and blood An army forms around me, of bones and rotten armour Battle awaits, we March! Who can

Memories

Memories are always sad Whether it is good or bad! Only tears bring back memories Little smile then cry! Gone are the golden times Where there are colorful memories, So I want to go back Repeatedly at that colorful time! Memories are fade away with sweetness, However, the two eyes go through the stream of incessant!

Do I Care? Yes I Do!

One may ask what are friends for? Send this to a friend.

Carry Me On

A poem that conveys not only words but also the true scenes that happens behind every painful yet silent love story, Carry Me On is one of poems that speaks for a lover and declares a question in mind, why the hope? Read and enjoy. _drichthepoet

Poem on "The Reign of Thornbush"

An excerpt from the poem; "Too late did the trees learn a lesson profound, As do good men who stay silent, unbound, Choosing passivity in public affairs, they bear, To be ruled by the malevolent, a price unfair."

Behind My Pillow

My world is peace My world is harmony My world is growth My world is joy My world is love My world is the future My world is my dream. Freedom comes after You find what enslaved you. In a realm of no pain Only inner peace That clover around your imagination Back to present Stained mud imitates blood Role play is left Unattended to, TV's no Longer have a function The movie is right in front of your pupil For now the apocalypse Has not yet come. Back to my pillow In nights of after Struggled days,

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

Hodatos Secret

urdu poetry

"Names, as in our Memory"

Names have the strangest way of preserving memory.