Baskadia

Poetry

The cost of living May cost the living Life of the living What preys on one Is a prey to another On the hunt for food The hunter gets hunted And the cycle continues A cycle that hunts us all Life is a jungle The weak is subdued Even the strong is subdued by a stronger force

Not super hero

In capes of ordinary guise, No super strength, nor soaring skies. Just an everyday heart that beats, Facing life's challenges on its feet. No powers grand, no cape that flows, Yet within, a strength that glows. I'm not a hero of comic lore, But in life's battles, I'll explore. With flaws and fears that I embrace, I'll stand my ground, find my place. No superhuman feats to show, Just determination that continues to grow.

Christian Poetry: Escape the Temptation of Influence

Speak thus to the Forgetful Shepherds Give ear so that you might remember Make way for hearing So that you might not be forgotten! When you were weak and small in your own eyes, I knelt by your side and carried you up, I embraced you with many gifts and kisses I washed and cleansed you from the filth of the dunghill! You started wearing my own clothes, even the royal robes! I took your shame and gave you Glory Even the fame of my Name I gave you the Influence of my Word And you became influentia

Help

This poem was written as an expression of how I feel, I'm glad that I could use poetry to express how I feel since this is only my second time doing so.

Selfless Soul

A heart that beats for others' sake, A mind that thinks of their well-being, A soul that gives without the take, This is the essence of selfless being. With actions pure and intentions kind, The selfless soul spreads love and light, And leaves a trail of goodness behind, In a world that often lacks in sight. For selflessness is not about sacrifice, But a way of life, a noble art, To lift others up, to pay the price, And mend the broken world apart. So let us strive to be selfless souls, And make

If bodies could speak

If bodies could speak What will it scream ? You're enough Your heart is worth every beat of what you think it isn't or shouldn't feel. THIS BODY YOU SPEAK OF wears your soul so often, so pure that no one else will wear it the same. This body houses air within your lungs and water amassing within your stomach, blood flowing through your veins. Vibrating in the frequency at which you chose. Your feet, a compass to the earth, a compass for your body. Your tongue, a pathway to creation. Speak and th

A Dancing Fire Within: From Silence to Excellence

"Within you lies an untamed spirit, a spark that yearns to ignite the world with its brilliance. Embrace the flames of your passion, let them dance and illuminate the path to greatness. With unwavering determination and relentless pursuit, transform your dreams into reality. Remember, you possess the power to create change, to inspire, and to leave an indelible mark upon this universe. So rise, embrace your destiny, and let your extraordinary journey begin."

Short poem for bird lovers

In skies so wide, the birds take flight, Their feathers painted with dawn's soft light. With melodies sweet, they serenade the day, In nature's orchestra, they proudly play. Their wings of grace, a sight to behold, In every color, a story's told. In trees they nest, in freedom they soar, Birds of wonder, we forever adore. From sparrows humble to eagles grand, In every land, they make their stand. Oh, bird lovers' hearts, forever they'll sing, For in these creatures, such joy they bring.

Life is funny so is love

It’s actually funny how we got here How we’ve framed our fragile love story into existence And how fast our chapters went by with no trail It’s funny how the aspiration of wanting you Scares the hell out of me And still choose to want you anyways

Happy birthday poem to a friend

Happy birthday to such a wonderful soul, Plentiful with love, you made it to become one more year old, Still slaying like ever before, Serving prettiness and sexiness, Hope you enjoy your day to the fullest, And this chapter will be plentiful with happiness, Happy birthday to you my friend.

When I Close My Eyes

A poem written from the depth of my heart in hopes of reaching the bottom of yours.

A Heart Touching Love Story About Crying Softly. - the call

A boy and a girl were the best of friends. They could talk and talk for what seemed like hours, spending all their time on the phone. And when they were speaking to each other it was like there was nothing wrong in the world, they could never be unhappy or sad in those moments. One day, the girl texted the boy and he didn’t reply which was most unusual. She tried again but to no avail. Finally, she called him but there was no answer. An entire day passed and the boy was not available through pho

I am Thankfull

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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

IAM YET TO DIE

TITLE: I AM YET TO DIE POET: ABDULLATIF KHALID. I rise, alive, with a sigh, Whispers of wind, wistful and high. In every breath, a gentle cry, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Echos of eternity, entwined, In vibrant veins, life's rhythm defined. A symphony of moments, unconfined, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Silent symposium, shadows sway, Moonlit melodies, in darkness play. A lullaby, sung by stars, they say, "I'm yet to die, I'm yet to die." Whispering waves, upon the shore, The ocean's

The Valence of Cynicism

Poem: The Valence of Cynicism (I)With money, love from people comes around People's interest towards you abound They want relationship with you Their interest is hidden from your view Some want  you to have intimacy with them Their 'want-back-in return' you won't condemn When they are satisfied with they want, they say outside your hearing what you are not. You want to show altruism But they depict Cynicism. (Ii) Diogenes was a character of transparency His mannerism was void of hypocrisy The tr

"Celestial Waltz: The Northern Lights' Delight"

A Poem About Northern Lights

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

In His Life, I'm Not the Female Protagonist

In a world of tales, where each heart's a book, A girl believed, with a hopeful look. That everyone's the lead in their own rhyme, She, too, the star in her own sweet time. Through life's story, she danced with glee, Her spirit waltzing, wild and free. She thought, "I'm the main, the shining one, In the story of life, I'm second to none." But one day, a twist, a plot untold, A love story with edges rough and bold. She glimpsed his eyes, a captivating sight, Yet, in his world, she was out of sigh

Life As A Poet

My very first poem I ever wrote. I was either 13 or 14 years old. After that, I knew writing was something I was born to do.