Baskadia

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

Pakistan declares floods a ‘climate catastrophe’ as death toll tops 1,000

Passings from far and wide flooding in Pakistan have passed 1,000 since mid-June, authorities have said, as a priest called the country's dangerous rainstorm season "a serious environment disaster". Streak flooding from the weighty downpours has washed away towns and yields as troopers and safeguard laborers have cleared abandoned inhabitants to the security of help camps and gave food to great many uprooted individuals. Pakistan's National Disaster Management Authority said the loss of life fro

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 (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

SILENT DEATH...

Snake toxin is a perplexing combination of proteins and chemicals that shift from species to species. It fills various needs like immobilizing and processing prey, and at times, shielding against possible dangers. The following are a couple of instances of various kinds of snake toxin: 1. Neurotoxic Toxin: Toxin from snakes like cobras and mambas contains neurotoxins that focus on the sensory system. These poisons block synapses, prompting loss of motion, respiratory disappointment, and at last

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.

Rivers Pastor Sentenced To Death By Hanging

Pastor Chidiebere Okoroafor, the General Overseer of the Altar of Solution and Healing Assembly based in Oyigbo, Rivers State, has been handed a death sentence by a High Court sitting in Port Harcourt for multiple murders. Okoroafor was standing trial for killing his choir mistress, Orlunma Nwagba, who he allegedly impregnated. He was also facing murder charges for the killing of Orlunma’s friend, Chigozie Ezenwa, and her 11 months old baby girl, Cresabel, on December 11, 2017, in the Oyigbo Loc

Monday's Beans

A poem about losing a loved one.

IN MEMORY OF ALL LOST DADS

Losing a parent when you've barely even had a chance to know them is just something else I cannot comprehend. I lost my papa just before I turned a year old. The only memory I have of him is photos...he only had 3 existing photos left behind. I feel and know I love him;...the resemblance and the smile he left portray the hero that brought me to this world. Every Father's Day is a celebration and a moment of silence for the man I did not get a chance to pay my last respect to. I know life would have been better and different if he was present. My life choices would be guided just by the presence of his being. My family would not be broken at such a fragile age. All I can ask is "Why so soon Daddy?" I know someone else was shattered more than I could ever be....My Mama. I write this because her strength has held us two as a family and raised a strong woman inside. Her hard work and sacrifices have broken boundaries. MAY ALL THE SOULS OF OUR LOST PAPAs REST IN ETERNAL PEACE.

The haunting of are self

I write only of what ik and feel. So i pray that may oneday god will send an opportunity my way that will allow me to provide for my family befor i lose my self.

Oh Death!

An Elegy poem about my sister

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

Death and i

Death and I Death in the land living Living in the land of the dead Death has come again On his chariot of fire Walking down the streets Looking for its next victim I'm walking down the streets Oblivious Death and I Meet face to face On the battle ground of blood Fighting Clashing Until one prevails Death , may be strong But, I'm stronger Finally When the sun sets to the west And The moon rises at night I emerge victorious I Have conquered death Lone wolf

Alive, They're Overlooked. Dead, They're Celebrated: The Disconnect Between Life and Death.

Many people are overlooked and undervalued during their lives, but celebrated after their deaths. This article explores the disconnect between life and death, and offers ideas for bridging the gap.

LOST AND DESPAIR, HOPE IN REPAIR

Sometime in the distant past in a little town, there carried on with a little youngster named Lily. Lily was known for her consideration and sympathy towards everybody she met. At some point, as she was strolling through the town square, she saw an old man sitting alone on a seat, his eyes loaded up with misery. Interest and concern made Lily indescribably pleased as she moved toward the man. "Excuse me, sir. Are you okay?" she asked tenderly. The older man gazed toward Lily, and tears gushed in

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

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.

Life after Death

Life after the death of my husband