Baskadia

Vengeance

A fiery wrath that burns within, A thirst for justice to begin, A cry for retribution loud, A vow to make the guilty bow. The heart that's broken seeks to heal, But vengeance is the only meal, The pain that's felt is hard to bear, And justice seems so far, unfair. The rage that's felt is hard to tame, The hurt that's caused is not the same, The one who caused it must be punished, And justice must be truly finished. The darkness that surrounds the soul, Is hard to shake, to make it whole, The lig

A poem for my lonely grandmother

Grandmother's solitude a heavy weight,longing for love before it's too late.

Poem

Comedy

Heart with full of silence

I once had a heart that loved so deeply, But now it lies cold and lifeless within me. I built a wall around it, brick by brick, Afraid of the pain and hurt that love could inflict. The wall grew stronger with every heartbreak, A fortress that kept emotions at bay. But now I find myself alone and isolated, A heartless soul with nothing left to say. The wall I built to protect myself, Has left me feeling numb and disconnected. I long for the warmth of human connection, But the wall I built is stro

The poem daffodils has been written by William wordsworth

The poem daffodils has been written by William wordsworth. a romantic poet.In this poem he describe the beauty of nature.

Poem of life.

Enjoy the landscapes that you have in front of your eyes, each minute must be lived as if it were the last, our existence is fleeting and soon it will go out like a candle that goes out little by little

Poem: thoughts

Poem: Thoughts S.Shabeer Some mistakes are cute, But some are rude, So better to be mute, In the swings of mood. Talk your heart out, But not with crowd, As only with them, With whom you proud.

TRULY I LOVE YOU

.........How do I....... How do I tell you That your touch melt my heart like dews And your words Pierce my heart like a sword. How do I tell you That ever time I stare at you I wish I could hold your hands And lie lie by your side. How do I tell you That every word I say to you I utter with fear And a drop of tear. How do I tell you in your arms I wish to sink And from your lips I wish to drink Our heads I will link And your lovely eyes I wish to stare without a blink. How do I tell you How muc

For you Who cant be Mine

In the windowpane, a boy I see, A vision of beauty, so rare and free. His eyes, like the ocean, blue and deep, My heart, they do gently steep. His smile, a ray of sunshine bright, Lights up the day, and fills my night. I long to be with him, to hold him tight, But alas, he's out of my sight. Oh, how I wish to be his bride, To be the one he'll always abide. But fate, it seems, has other plans, And we can never be in each other's hands. So I stand here, in the street below, Watching him, with a he

Love poem

Love poem My love is like a gentle breeze, Soft and warm, like a summer day. It lifts me up and carries me away, To heights that I could never reach alone. My love is like a raging fire, Burning bright, like a star in the night. It guides me through the darkness, Giving me the courage to take flight.

Double Trouble: Falling in Love with Two

The poem describes the experience of falling in love with two people at the same time, creating a complex emotional struggle for the speaker. The speaker is torn between two individuals, both of whom they deeply care for and appreciate. The poem captures the sense of confusion and uncertainty that accompanies such a situation, as the speaker tries to reconcile their feelings and make a decision.

New month

In the realm of time, a cycle begins anew, As the old month departs, the new month breaks through. With each rise of the sun, a fresh chapter unfolds, An unwritten canvas, waiting to be told. September arrives with a gentle embrace, A month of transition, a change in its pace. Leaves whisper secrets in the autumnal breeze, Colours of amber and gold adorn the trees. The days grow shorter, the nights a bit colder, As nature prepares for its grand transformation older. In this tapestry of time, a c

Nature' Poem

Amidst the whispers of the trees so tall, Nature's symphony plays, a gentle call. Rivers dance with shimmering glee, Underneath the sky's vast tapestry. Mountains rise like ancient kings, Guardians of secrets that nature brings. Fields of flowers, a vibrant hue, Painted by a hand that's pure and true. The sun dips low, a golden fire, Painting the horizon with colors to inspire. Stars emerge, a sparkling sight, Guiding the wanderer through the night. In forests deep, secrets softly reside, Where

Poem

Sunset's glow, a sight to see A sky ablaze, a symphony Of colors, warm and bright Fading into the night Clouds of pink and orange hues Majestic beauty, nature's muse The world below in soft repose As daylight fades, so it goes A moment captured, brief but true A fleeting beauty, renewed anew In memories and in the heart A work of art, never to depart

Poet Lukman Nurudeen Biography

BIOGRAPHY OF LUKMAN NURUDEEN ADENIYI Born (on 10th January, 2002) and bred in Oyo State, Nigeria, into a devout Yoruba Muslim household, Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi, aka Lonia, is an internationally acclaimed litterateur and activist who earnestly discusses and advocates sustainable peace, human rights, democracy and justice, education, health and economic welfare for humankind, and also the existence and privilege of black race. Even though Yoruba is his language, English became his major literary

Bring me the Goddess

I called Theia But the one who showed up was Nyx I called Euphrosyne But the one who showed up was Oizys Whom should I call? Here in the times that I'm alone I want to go back But what should I find when I returned?

Contentment

Contentment Brings Joy A sweet serenity it brings In the midst of daily tasks Without it, life suffers Contentment gives you strength It touches the very core Leaves you peaceful and whole And open for more Contentment brings joy Peaceful bliss awaits It's found in everyday moments Here we truly do create Contentment renews the soul Sparking joy through and through It's such a special feeling You know only its true

Poem of Rohit Sharma

Cricket

The poem

The Rainy Day

Dreams of imagination

Dreams of Imagination. In the depths of night, when the world is still, and the stars above, shine with a tranquil thrill. In this peaceful moment, my mind begins to roam, through memories and dreams, that I have yet to know. A world of wonder, awaits beyond the door, of my imagination, where anything is possible and more. From soaring through the clouds, to diving in the sea, my mind takes me on journeys, that set my spirit free. And in these moments, I am filled with pure delight, as I explore