Baskadia

Carousel of pain

Dark poam of self torture

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

Scent of Hiding

029 Friendly as she is, always gives advice and answers queries. She laughs at every tiny parody, smiles at every little thing---so silly. Her charm was her beauty, a beauty she was insecure and shaky. She attracts souls who need therapy, a normal occurrence of hers every day. Her confidence was seasonal, she's cold but lowkey emotional. But beneath those facades, a stash was hidden, full of worries with no endin'. Midnight was her sweet haven, a time when she was free and in heaven. In the dark

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

THE CHILDREN OF WORLD - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS POETRY

The tears of a child, the pain of a mother! A heart full of memories of a dead father!

The Physical Worlds

A poem which brings to light the different kinds of physical worlds we have and live in. Taken from Different Worlds from The Songs of Lexicon.

THE POWER OF OBSESSION

OBSESSION IN LOVE

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.

Night

Poetry on night

Poetry: Madness

This poetry is a satire on Shakespearean plays and also an urge for writing like him.

Father's Day

On this day we celebrate The man who's always there Through thick and thin, he never falters Our rock, our guide, our care He taught us how to walk and talk And cheered us on each day He held our hands when we were scared And wiped our tears away He worked so hard to give us life And showed us how to love He sacrificed and gave his all To bless us from above So on this special day we honor The one who gave us birth We thank him for his strength and love And celebrate his worth We cherish every m

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.

A Friendship Like No Other; A Birthday Like None Other

A birthday wish from Lexicon to his best friend. Taken from Birthday Wishes of The Songs of Lexicon

Tears

It's unfair I can't fight you back So I just let my tears out of the dark You've just open a faucet in my eyes Letting my angriness turn into cries But man, don't you recognize I'm just now trying to be nice I can kill you with kindness When I'm in my madness Well I guess I'm a good actress So don't let me undress

It’s Gone

It’s gone It’s gone Love is gone and sadness reborn Smiles packed along And left us in a state of forlorn Memories cracked in sorrow Not even a piece to borrow Tears now flow so thorough It’s reasons defined and justified For love was no more The present went so wrong That the future disappeared like sodom It’s gone it’s gone Our Love with time couldn’t stand so strong Our hearts gave up to the roar of doubts And now we lost it all Love couldn’t stand tall. We are left in a state of forlorn

Life

Life, oh life, a precious gift From the moment we are born, we lift Our heads to take in new sights And learn from all the wrongs and rights A journey filled with twists and turns And moments that our soul burns Some days are bright and beautiful While others, dark and sorrowful But through it all, we must endure And learn to cherish, love, and be pure For life is fleeting, and time goes fast And we must make each moment last So let us live our lives with purpose And strive for what is truly wor

"Everyday"

Everyday am on the race to my news, Not only racing to unknown life destinations, I wish I could see the upcoming stations But even my bros have their heavens, It's like everyone is upto seeing Nights, And hoping for the best of all living days, Everyday when I look upto the sky, I only see my shining anniversary, With beautiful birds flying all over orderly, Celebrating the sun and the wind happily, As I meditate with the stars keenly, From the top of stones carefully, Everyday I meet new human

The poor grape seller boy(poem)

In the scorching heat, a boy stands tall, Selling grapes, his dreams he recalls. A humble soul, with calloused hands, He weaves his way through life's vast lands. Each grape he holds, a story untold, Of resilience and hope, so bold. With every cluster, he shares a taste, Of perseverance and strength embraced. Beneath the sun, his spirit shines bright, A symbol of courage in the harshest plight. Through dust and toil, he perseveres, A silent poet amid life's tears. In his presence, a lesson we fi

Live after death

In shadows deep, where whispers fade, A realm unknown, where souls cascade, The afterlife, a mystic realm, Where life's true essence takes the helm. No longer bound by earthly chains, A new existence, where spirit gains, A canvas vast, where dreams take flight, In endless day or tranquil night. From mortal coil, we gently part, A journey to another start, In realms unseen, we find our way, A chance to bloom, a brighter day. With memories held, and love embraced, In afterglow, we find our place,

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