Baskadia

The Reflection (a short story)

I found her to find myself

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 that describes my feelings of my Mom

My mom is my world

'A THING OF BEAUTY IS JOY FOREVER'

Daffodils

A poem for the love of nature

Whispers of leaves, rustling in the breeze Sunbeams dance, through branches' gentle ease A brook's soft song, meandering to the sea Nature's symphony, wild and carefree In forest depths, secrets are revealed Ancient wisdom, in stones and trees concealed The wind's whispers, tales of days gone by Echoes of wonder, in the natural sky Let us wander, where wildflowers bloom And in nature's embrace, find our heart's room.

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

Love : A Wild Goose Chase

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

Give Your Black Boy A Flower

Your black boy Is a garden of stumps, his heart is rooted out of a fertile ground for you to plant a dream on his Humus skin. he Is a machine Void of human language. He understands solely, his breath on your skin and the sweet nectar of your pineapple lips. Again, he is an illustrative painting of your dad. He watches you grow Into his arms like sweet alyssums sprouting in early winter as he lays on your flower bed nurturing his lovelessness into something. And of all that he deserves... the ros

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