Baskadia

Time is of the essence

A poem about the importance of time

Graceful as a Swan

Soaring through the sky With elegance and poise Graceful as a swan Floating on the lake So delicate and light Graceful as a swan Dancing in the wind Soaring with the breeze Graceful as a swan Gently gliding through The beauty of the night Graceful as a swan

My Best Friend, A Poem of Love and Gratitude

My best friend, my confidante, My heart's companion, my soul's mate. You've been there through thick and thin, Lifting me up when I'm feeling low. Your love and support never waver, Your friendship is a blessing I'll always treasure. Your kind words and gentle touch, Fill my heart with warmth and love. Your loyalty and trust are unending, Your friendship is a gift that keeps on giving. You are my rock, my safe haven, Your friendship is a blessing from heaven. My best friend, my confidante, My he

A Chaotic World To Nurture

Superstar's first rhymes after The Existence created him. From a section of The Songs of Lexicon called Superstar's Rhymes

Good morning

Rise from slumber, refreshed and new Welcome each day with pleasure and glee Watching the sun peek over the hill Good morning, go forth and fulfill. Birds are singing cheerfully Life is beautiful and so are we The mist of the morning is quite a sight Good morning, start with a smile so bright. Days can be long or they can be short But with enthusiasm they can't be bought Reach up to the morning sky Good morning, take courage and never shy. Joy and peace, they always bring Start the day and happi

A dead soul's poem

Just me, trying to cope up with loneliness and online class.

Bird-Understander

BY CRAIG ARNOLD

The Pain In Relationships

What is this? This pain in my heart Why is it there? Because I gave away my heart That which was supposed to bring me warmth Brought me pain She who was supposed to help lick my wounds Became the source of my pain It's funny how life is Having relationships in life Simply is not easy It may be worse than being alone in life Songs From The Other Man Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

A Gust of Wind

A Gust of Wind is a page from the Words of The Betrayed from the Songs of Lexicon said by a heartbroken Man.

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.

Dangling in mid-air

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A Twisted Relationship

A twisted relationship Void of trust A one sided relationship Losing its taste Such is my relationship The Other Man's fate A man who keeps his word With a woman who does not keep her word A man who follows his time With a woman who does not follow her time These are my worries The Other Man's woes A one sided affair Well, I'll say it's not fair A one sided contract A null and void contract Such are my sorrows The Other Man cries Songs From The Other Man Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

My poem on stars

Beauty of STARS

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

A TALE OF A RABBIT....

A breakdown of humanity

Keeping Hope Alive

As long as you are still breathing, there is hope

An Uncontrollable Path

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Strength of Mind

A powerful force, yet so hard to find The strength that lies deep within our minds It's a state of being that's so divine The courage to stand up and be kind The power of choice, it's never too late To stand up and make your life great It's in the moments we have to decide That we can choose to be strong inside The strength of will, it sets us apart To strive for our goals and our hearts It's the light that guides us through the night To keep our spirits shining bright The strength of hope that

A letter to you

A gentle reminder There will be struggles There will be obstacles But never run Never push people away Take advantage of them And learn

Torment

The tears we shed are not only that of pain. It might be of torment. The torment of not knowing the unknown. We are scared of things that are yet to come. Things that are yet to form. Some might hide, and some might run. But it will always come just for fun. It lurks in the shadows, driving you insane. It enjoys the torment, it thinks it's a game. It feeds off the pain. You can only pray. We all have that fear. Some call it anxiety, and some call pain.