Baskadia

"PULL THE PLUG"

My life is now owned delusion Happiness is no longer illusion If Life is a bitch- then dig me a ditch If i pull the plug now I'll free my demons They say i'll be caged in the tunnel of Mammon But, Humans used to say 'There's light at the end of a tunnel- Still, Humans used to pray 'Master, save me from the tunnel' It calls me closer It calls me near Just once and it'll be over Death whispers in my ear. (c) Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.

It is love

Words to express what is love in your heart

G O N E

If one day I come to die, don't hold back your laughter. Don't cry my wounded soul. With a smile on my lips I would have left. Tell mommy that her baby is far in heaven but I would still like her. I am an officer trained as a leader. The example, I gave, I inspired them. It's not beautiful to see the war, it marked me. But my beloved never abandoned me. Still by my side she even gave me a baby. Even if I didn't have time to educate him. I'm counting on you to take care of our Baby boy. I didn't

Tells a truth too hard to bear

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Nature's Beauty

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When I Close My Eyes

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

Vengeful Flames

Burning bright with fury and hate, Revenge consumes me, it's my fate. I'll make them pay for what they've done, My anger rises like the sun. I'll plot and plan, I'll bide my time, Until the moment is just right. Then I'll strike with all my might, And watch them suffer in my sight. No mercy will I show to those, Who wronged me and caused my woes. Their pain will be my sweetest pleasure, As I exact my vengeful measure. But as the flames of revenge die down, I'll be left with nothing but a frown.

ONCE A LOVER, NOW A DEVIL by Richie Kharis

She told him "I hate you," but he took it as a joke Her smile was deceiving and her voice was relieving He only saw an angel with a figure like an eight And never bothered to take note of her repeated joke He told her, " Look, I love you—I'll take a blow for you." But she looked at him smiling as if his words were untrue Yes, I know, but I still hate you because that is what I do Again, he waved, but this time those words came sinking through I see you working, defending me, and fighting for me

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

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

Truth remains and rise

Reports and scene can be altered, elements introduced or introverted so that certain theme is portrayed, but the truth shall remain and rise. Truth can be buried underground, and be sealed by cement around so that is shall never be found, but it is proud hence it shall rise. At eminent time it shall blossom, converting cement to soil of loam so that it branches until we goam While putting shame to undertaker.

The Splendor of the Sea | Poem

What do you think about this poem? An amazing one written by an anonymous poet. Read here...

What is Nature?

Nature, in the broadest sense, is the physical world or universe. "Nature" can refer to the phenomena of the physical world, and also to life in general. The study of nature is a large, if not the only, part of science.

Flame

The Self worth

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

"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

The Fallen drop of tears

Perhaps, You’re unknown of the price. Although just a solitary droplet from a molten heart It has touched the earth with a thousand words within. As it scatters laden with soil Let the breeze come and touch you. In the dark night when the moon is nowhere to be seen, The world seeks for its beam. When the lonely wind touches me The lightning within my heart Tries to come out in the world. My heart always in fear of the fall…..! With the dew from the Himalayas Play my longing eyes This ever flowin

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.