Baskadia

Again The Second Coming

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Dancing Embers of Souls

A new poem from an anonymous poet...

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

Almost lover

To my almost lover I lost all sleep Thinking of you You denied me just a second To get my mind off you My heart beats for you My ears crave for your voice My body wishes to be embedded on yours For eternity I want to be intertwined on you To get lost in you Till forever falls apart irrespective of What people think of me thinking of you this way I want you by my side To ever be the muse of my poetry The protagonist of my stories And perhaps the air that I breath I know am imperfect But I now wan

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

Mysterious memories

It's an original script written by me. In this poetry, the writer references to the power of memories and compares the drops of raining with memories and the fear of losing his beloved concerns the writer. In the end, As raining comes to an end and memories disappear. Then the mind becomes colourless.

Birthday girl

LOOK FOR ONCE - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

Lost in the dust.

𝐒𝐨, 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥... 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬... 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐢𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐎𝐤𝐚𝐲,𝐈’𝐦 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.🤷🏽‍♂️ 𝐈 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐏𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 , 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲,𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞.

A Lover or A Stranger

A page from a section of The Songs of Lexicon entitled Songs From The Other Man

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

mushroom cat / GPTJ-6B

A little cat with a tiny head crawled under the rug, But when the woman bent to pick it up, it had vanished. A dog and a cat in a mushroom and it makes a very good cake How do I get to the moon?😺🌒 generate by GPTJ-6B Generate Short Poem along with an Illustration

Cameroon and African Poetry

Invoking Peace

No Goodbye

My head became buried deep in her neck, The odor of her hair delivered consolation To my as soon as-lonely heart...

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

The Spectators

New poem for you...

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

Incarcerated

The poem is about being afraid to be who i am because of the hatred and Rejection i will face if i don’t live to society's expectations of living.

The man in me

A poem out of inspiration to finding the man I am.

JOURNAL OF A WHORE

It was on a bright weekend early afternoon. As I remained there ringing the doorbell tenderly, somebody pulled my pants. "Mom, mom, convey me." Cried a minuscule sharp voice. I really wanted no heavenly messenger to let me know what its identity was. Obviously, it was the voice of my three years of age little girl. If by some stroke of good luck she knew how chaotic it was lifting her up as she had put on a ton of weight as of late. Perhaps more than her age mates however at that point, a mother's affection wouldn't allow me to overlook the little one, regardless of whether I needed to. "Great sky," I murmured, feigned exacerbation, and scooped her up in my arms.