Baskadia

'DEATH' a POEM

a poem about death, and how it is end and where we find peace,

Forever

Clouds got darker. Wind started to flow fast. It felt like the sky is going to cry hard. But nothing affected the pale man sitting in the dirty ground with the lifeless body of his lover on his lap. Not a single drop of tear left his eyes. He stared at the pale face of his lover engraving every feature into his heart. His love looked so peaceful, so calm. A small smile still visible on those blue lips. He stared and stared, his eyes emotionless until the first drop of rain fall onto his face. He

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,

DEATH

The poem is about a country's situation. Insecurity of a country,the restless mind of its people

The beyond

The mountain is my grave, I'm God's breath, I go up and down, I want the sky and the earth wants me The stars pull me by my hair and the nails of the coffin hold me by my feet The darkness screams to me "Down!" And the sun says "Up!" to me I'm the uncomforted of the horizon I'm the night watcher of countless graves Emptying his eyes in empty skulls I'm the cause of bad dreams.

The Final Goodbye

Death is a mystery, It's a journey we all must take, A journey that's unknown, A journey that's hard to make. It's a journey that's dark and cold, A journey that's hard to behold, A journey that's filled with fear, A journey that's hard to steer. It's a journey that's filled with pain, A journey that's hard to explain, A journey that's filled with sorrow, A journey that's hard to follow. It's a journey that's filled with grief, A journey that's hard to believe, A journey that's filled with tears

MELLOW DEATH

Sweet melancholy of stunning face by my crib. The Silent sound of my death rattle. I hike facets. In resplendent apparel of grace. Listening to the dark choir of the night. As the Nightingale plays the lullaby. The night of the dark moment. Whispering in the ear of every head. Do not mourn my demise! On a segue to a beautiful land. Seek solace in your storm. I live in death. I am not dead! I live daily In tranquility in one big Sauna. I bid goodbyel. © Ferdinand

An Elegy

When all the world's merely a stage As William Shakespeare famously said. You live, you grow and eventually age Then close your eyes as you're laid to bed. A soul that rises to love's soft embrace Soon retires to coldness, death abreast, Upon the echo of eternal rest, And the bell that tolls a mournful face. The earth beneath hums its own lullabies, As the wind whispers his gentle caress Of bittersweet mem'ries and goodbyes, No more pains and regrets to suppress Every heartache finally put to re

Gone

Gone I saw you on your death bed Your eyes were open , but you were unresponsive You did not blink , you gasped as your lungs begged for air I held your hand , your hand was warm I checked to see if you had a pulse , the veins on your neck showed where it formed I saw you on your death bed Your eyes were closed , you were gone No blinking , your lungs had given up in the war I held your hand , it was cold I checked your pulse , there was nothing to the touch I felt a second time and a third and

Day of Boxing

In a boxing match, Two boxers are fighting With each wanting to win. With their fight, People die. Their corps are seen Scattered. They are off both civilian and military. Blow after blow is landed, Manoeuvre after manoeuvre is performed Their drive to win, Ends up inflicting injuries to their bodies. Widows are created and orphans are made. Siblings are lost and civilians slaughtered like animals. In the end, one gives in There is a victor. But at what cost did this victory occur? How many are

DEATH - A Debt To Pay

"Please make sure you are ready for our outing; I'm on my way already" that was the last statement I told my wife I left my office joyfully around 5pm because we celebrate our 2 years wedding anniversary today. I've promised my wife and our beautiful daughter that I will take them out On my way, I called my wife to inform her that I'm on my way already. As I was going, the joy in me did not allow me to see the trailer in my front. I quickly press my car break but to no avail In a twinkle of an e

Monday's Beans

A poem about losing a loved one.

A Life in Death

The fact is that death is inevitable just because life is evitable. Life is barely a luxury but in actuality, a burden. I am alive today only means an extra time to stress over nothing. What if 'I can't eat?'. 'Can I live with food starvation?' life is not a luxury as I have been burdened to think about eating just because I need to stay alive. Many blessings upon my life for thinking of survival before accomplishments, regardless, I believe that if only I could stay alive I would accomplish a s

HELLO FOR THE TIME

**I called out for help but no one answered **Pesting my way through to peace **I gave my very all but it never mattered **They took it all, down to the last piece **They said he is fine, he is better off alone **All man to his demon, but mine is legion **They said he is lying, we can tell from his tone **Self righteous bastards, blinded by religion **I heard he died yesterday, oh rest his soul **Pay homage with your cash and flowers **I heard his life was barren, no seed to sow **He died of col

A BALLOON SELLER SELLS HIS BREATH TILL DEATH TO SPREAD HAPPINESS. WHILE HE CANT TASTE ANY OF IT.

DEATH

oh Death! who are you? speak out that people may hear! you were thought to be good and loving little did I know that you bring sorrow to many and no joy oh! how people dread you oh Death! who are you? you bark like a dog And roar like a lion your actions, like the nitrogen the serpent Oh Death! Who are you? you visit the joyful among the afflicted you are found in you dare the rich, ignoring every bribe, gratification and security the poor, you increase their sorrow you sharpen your sting at the

Death on the Seas - Contemporary Nigerian Poetry

The world is seen by some as a sea (of efforts, hope, rewards) and everyone is seen as a sailor. Some sail through while some fall. This is a tribute to all those that fell.

A têtê-a-têtê of life and death

It is a poem about a mental health patient who feels misunderstood and how he contemplates on whether to end his life or not.

DEATH (TRIBUTE TO GRANDMOTHER)

Death which brings sorrows and pain to mankind .it has no respect on man. Neither to the poor nor to the rich. It rubs like a thief. Day after Day ,My heart breaks and pricks,Hearing that the dearest person in my heart is dead. Death is a silent killer,it doesn't give permission ,it comes like a thief at night. My heart pricks cos the one i call my backbone is no more. My heart solicit for guidance,cos one who has been there for me during thick and thorns is no more . one whom has been m

Long gone

Why would it be you This feeling is so real Came out of the blues my heart said it's you Whatever it will bring I'll just take it Now this is it, should it just be? Or I just leave All our promises Till we grow old ,they are now so bold And I got nothing to hold on You just took it all Told you am so weak so don't play Probably took me for granted I guess this is what you wanted Used to pray for you not to go away Then you made me the prey Wish you were here to see how much you meant to my worl