Baskadia

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

DARK HOUR

A stound of loneliness Filled with silence Gazing at the unseen shadows Silent as a wind. A period of breakdown, Time of comfort, Moment of hopelessness And hour of resilience. It's like a season, The most silent of all When one gets to reason. It is the DARK HOUR

poem

poems for mother

MEMOS

Darling mistress of Nirvana, One whose ecstasy brings fertility to the mourning mud. The reason of my own Had I abandoned thee To the reminent of this world? Certainly don’t agree. Let my departure Exhale no dereliction For the cause I had to upheld. The story I wish you could infer. Gregory have no say in this. The cambium of world chaos With his Catholic convey. I’m not at home with myself What is worse than death? Letting you go, what a torture. I crave for switch of fate, Where this never i

A letter from the heart

A LETTER FROM THE HEART Dear Lover, To think just a few minutes ago, I didn't have the strength to write to you, but thinking about you makes me want to write..... Before we proceed, I want you to know that these are words I have always wanted to tell you..... Come closer, what I am about to say is private... Shhhh You know... I miss you so deeply that, every thought of you feels me with sweet emotions... You know... I love it when you call my name... oh, what I would give to hear you whisper it

TIGHT ROPE

Dark poetry

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

A poem that describes my feelings of my Mom not being with me

LET ME

Let me maintain this smile , even when am in pain , pain that i cant explian from where , or evev say when i experieced it , for the has no right to change me Let me maintai this happiness , even in time of sorrow , sorro that comes in waves, so i dont have to show am weak, even if i cant beat that sorrow i will have to maintain that happiness. Let me say thiswords, when i have things that hurt me, hurting me very deep in my hear, letting me rain down tears. painful words keep no more in my hea

The unheard noise.

They are always loud and present.

Beauty

This is the 2nd Poem I have ever written. Same age as I wrote 'Life As A Poet.' So I'd have been 13 or 14 when I wrote this.

The Value of Friendship and Paradise (Poem)

friends, colleagues, companions, I am happy with you. we always get along This bond is the most basic function. I am proud to be your partner. Friendship is our most precious religion. Let there be no trouble between you, If this bond is ever inseparable. Affection, sympathy, affection and passion, I am with you all. Friends, to you my heart is like heaven, It is important to know that friendship can be an invaluable asset in one's life.

"Lost Connections: Solitude and Betrayal in the Digital Age"

Solitude and Betrayal in the Modern Era The disappearance of love and affection among friends and loved ones In this modern age of connectivity and technology's might, Where have you gone, dear friends and loved ones, out of sight? In the corner of cold, silent nights, The glow of televisions casts its blight. A small misunderstanding was the start, But soon it led to a chasm, tearing us apart. Where have love and affection wandered? Why do hearts feel empty and pondered? In the realm of virtual

"Whispers of the Unseen Tapestry"

In realms unseen, where dreams take flight, A tapestry woven with celestial light, Whispers of stars and secrets untold, A symphony of wonders, yet to unfold. Beneath the moon's ethereal glow, Where time stands still, and galaxies flow, Unveiling mysteries, both strange and rare, An enigmatic dance in cosmic air. Ethereal beings, with wings unfurled, Guardians of realms, ancient and surreal, They navigate through dimensions unseen, Where imagination reigns, vibrant and keen. In this realm of bou

Guiding light

Amidst the chaos, we find our way, In the night, we seize the day. In every moment, a chance to ignite, A spark of hope, a guiding light.

"Celestial Waltz: The Northern Lights' Delight"

A Poem About Northern Lights

Still dark even after a dawn

Midsummer Rain

It was in the middle of April, I was writing a new chapter of the story between you and me, of how we met and how our ship sail It started with "We were just friends" as I continue writing I reminisced the moments Ha! How I wish this never ends Suddenly I heard a whooshing by the lane I stopped writing and listened I thought it was nothing but it was surprisingly a pouring rain It was in the middle of summer How come there is rain? Is it a sign? or just a mere change of weather? Thoughts of me a

Poem

Dark And light

My mouth maybe silent My mind is the complete opposite My imagination it runs deep Of thoughts beautiful And sweet Sometimes dark And sometimes Light simutanrously spiraling within Black And white,Dark And light Both complete each other And mostly represents every Living thing Balance its MY sign but somehow Ironically its the most thing I struggle to actually find What Can i say but Trough it all having A beautifully chaotic mind Is something about me That i mostly really like 

Life

Life Life is a journey, full of ups and downs With twists and turns, and frequent rounds Of laughter and tears, of joy and pain Of sunshine and rain, that always remains. It's a rollercoaster, with peaks so high That take us to the sky, and touch the sky And valleys so low, that test our might But we rise and grow, with all our might. It's a tapestry, woven with care Of threads of hope, and threads of flair Of memories sweet, and lessons learned And love that burns, that always yearns. It's a pr