Baskadia

THERE IS A PROMISE I MAKE (a poem by LUKMAN NURUDEEN ADENIYI)

The ache of a fatherless heart, a poem of love and loss

A poem on poverty.

The poem depicts the harsh realities of poverty, highlighting its grip on communities and the struggles faced by those affected. However, it also emphasizes the resilience and hope found within individuals, calling for unity and support to overcome these challenges and build a better world.

A tautogram

a poem where every word starts with the same letter.

Love : A Wild Goose Chase

He falls in love with her physique and intellectual; but it ends up in tears. Is love an illusion?

Title: "In Loving Memory of My Father: A Tribute Poem"

This heartfelt poem reflects on the loss of a beloved father. It speaks to the enduring love and cherished memories left behind by the departed dad. The poem emphasizes how the father's guidance, wisdom, and love continue to live on in the heart of the grieving individual. Despite the pain of the loss, there is a sense of comfort in the idea that the father's presence remains, providing strength and guidance for the future.

A Smile (A graphic poem)

It is a graphic poem.

A poem that describe my feelings of my dad not being with me by Daniel

Is all about my dad when he left me.and those out there who doesn't have parents

"The All-Seeing Deity: A Divine Ode"

In the realm unseen, a vigilant eye, A deity above, watching you and I. With tender care, our steps observed, Guiding us, when life's paths unnerved. A presence divine, encompassing all, Heeding our whispers, both big and small. Through darkest nights and brightest days, His guiding light forever ablaze. A merciful gaze, upon hearts burdened, Love's embrace, in moments uncertain. With grace bestowed, our worries allayed, In His embrace, solace is conveyed. Oh, divine observer, majestic and wise,

'A THING OF BEAUTY IS JOY FOREVER'

Daffodils

A soundless piece

The notes tell me something. It conveys a message. I often wonder what music is for. Void of any appreciation, I was left to wonder upon the subject. I was never intertwined with the symphony. The melody left nothing in me but an external stimuli to my hearing. Nothing more. The singing were bothersome. The voices which I preferred to be unheard propagates to my mind, annoying the inches between my soul. It was nothing. Dare I say beyond nothing. But. There is always a but. It was never the musi

In the realm of stars, where dreams reside

In the realm of stars, where dreams reside,

A volition in a shackle

It's like looking at the mountains, At the top pebble shading the sun, With hands deep in pockets, and feet stuck in the mud.

Still dark even after a dawn

One a Natural background for a writer for write her poem...

A natural backgrounds

BEFORE SEPTEMBER

Reminiscing about drastic changes

Padayon: A term that means "Go On"

It's a one ticket bus ride which means one of us should stay, let me be that one; when the time's right and fate will remain patient - let's meet on the end of the platform.

AGEING and LIFE

How growing has been 🥺

Lying down writing,writing a poem.

If life had no love?😭is a question that can never be answered.Sandra is a good friend of mine,but distance has put us apart.And I still love her,it's deep down in my heart.If the sun didn't love but we had the moon,where is the love? Life is love.

My dark Shadow

In this poem my shadow will be copying me so I wrote a poem upon my shadow