Baskadia

Poem

In the twilight's gentle hue, Where whispers of dreams renew, A lone rose blooms in quiet grace, Petals soft, a delicate embrace. Moonlight weaves through branches tall, Casting shadows like a gentle thrall, Stars above, their twinkling light, Painting stories in the night. Silent breeze, a lover's sigh, Caresses leaves as they flutter by, Nature's symphony, a whispered song, Echoes timeless, serene and strong. In this realm where time stands still, Hearts entwined, a tranquil thrill, A fleeting

Poem

Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

THE MIND

In the vast expanse of thoughts untold, Where dreams and memories gently unfold, Lies a realm of wonder, both wild and kind, A universe within—a magical mind. A canvas where ideas dance and swirl, Where imagination unfurls its pearl, The mind, a sanctuary of endless might, A symphony of colors, infinite and bright. It holds the power to shape and create, To traverse the cosmos, to contemplate, With every thought, a universe is born, A kaleidoscope of visions, reborn. The mind, a labyrinth of mys

Love Poem

In fields of stars, our love takes flight, A dance of hearts, in darkest night. Your eyes, like galaxies, shine, A universe within, entwined with mine. Your laughter, a melody, pure and sweet, In every note, my soul finds its beat. Your touch, a whisper, like a gentle breeze, A tender caress that puts me at ease. Through seasons' change, our love remains, A steadfast flame that never wanes. In every moment, I'm lost in your gaze, A love so deep, time could never erase. Hand in hand, we'll face l

Love

Love, the sweetest thing on earth, That fills our hearts with endless mirth, A force that makes the world go round, And in its grip, we are tightly bound. It starts with a spark, a glint in the eye, A feeling that makes us feel so alive, A warmth that spreads from deep within, And fills us up like a bright, shining grin. Love is a flame that burns bright and strong, A feeling that lasts our whole life long, It brings us hope, it gives us light, And it makes everything feel just right. Love is a

Poem

Say fine thanks Say thanks for all that you have Say thanks for all the love Thanks for things you have And not for shove, Say thanks for life so good, Say thanks and touch wood, For this time Happy Thanksgiving Day to you!

Mother's Longing

I dedicated this poem for my son, now in heaven. I want to express my feelings trough this poem.

Poem of Rohit Sharma

Cricket

Sad

Sadness is a heavy rain cloud; That hangs over me all day It's so hard to express out loud; The sorrow that comes my way. I'm so easily weighed down; By each thought and emotion My eyes brim with sadness; My heart is a dark ocean. It's hard to feel the warmth; When I'm surrounded by cold I try to find the strength to rise; But it's a weighted hold I give in to sadness; And let the loneliness consume I'm desperately seeking happiness; But it's become such a huge gloom. The sadness never fully lif

I am Thankfull

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Poem

Pitter-patter rain drops come to the ground Washing all the sins Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Giving his bounties Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Taking away all the sorrows Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground Spreading the happiness Pitter-patter rain drops Come to the ground

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

Shadow

Poetry

Happiness is a Choice

Happiness is a choice, A decision we make each day, To embrace the joy within us, And let our worries fade away. It's not found in wealth or power, Or the things that we possess, But in the moments that we treasure, And the people that we bless. It's the laughter of children playing, The warmth of the sun on our skin, It's the love that we give and receive, And the peace that we find within. Happiness is a journey, Not a destination to reach, It's a state of mind and heart, That we can always ch

YOU + ME

This poem tells a short tale of the character’s inability to balance loving him/herself and loving others.

Lost lover

Lost lover, where did you go? The one I loved with all my soul, Your presence once brought me light, Now my days are cloaked in night. I search for you in every place, Hoping to glimpse your loving face, But you are nowhere to be found, And my heart is left unbound. The memories of our love still remain, A bittersweet reminder of the pain, Of the moments we shared so true, When I was whole, and I had you. I know I cannot turn back time, Or undo the mistakes that were mine, But my heart still lon

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

Greatness

The journey of greatness, Though known but to a few, Can take you higher Than you ever knew. The profound feeling of triumph, As you craft a life of beauty, Can lead you to greater heights Rising up to your own greatness. Challenges you'll face, But victory will come, As with faith and courage You make greatness your own. The strong will carry on, And greatness will reign, Invincible, remarkable.

A POEM TITLED LONELINESS

To the lonely souls, don't worry, I've got you.

1. "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost: The poem presents a speaker who comes across a fork in the

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way lea