Baskadia

The poem

The Rainy Day

Ode to Nature's Beauty

Amidst the tapestry of time, so grand, A realm of wonder where life expands, Nature's canvas, vibrant and free, A symphony of beauty for all to see. Mountains rise, their heads in the sky, Whispering secrets to clouds passing by, Majestic trees, arms reaching high, Tell stories to the wind as it rushes nigh. Rivers dance in a shimmering trance, Carving paths through earth's expanse, Their liquid notes a soothing song, Guiding all creatures along. Oh, the oceans with depths untold, A universe wit

Poetry

Poetry (derived from the Greek poiesis, "making"), also called verse,[note 1] is a form of literature that uses aesthetic and often rhythmic[1][2][3] qualities of language − such as phonaesthetics, sound symbolism, and metre − to evoke meanings in addition to, or in place of, a prosaic ostensible meaning. A poem is a literary composition, written by a poet, using this principle. The Parnassus (1511) by Raphael: famous poets recite alongside the nine Muses atop Mount Parnassus. Poetry has a long

Joyous Sunday

The bells of Sunday ring With a joy that's all their own, And the birds in the trees above Seem to join in the song. The sun is shining bright, And the air is fresh and sweet, And the sky is a cloudless blue, And the world is at its feet. The children are out to play, And the flowers are in bloom, And the world is a happy place On this joyous Sunday morning. The cares of the week are gone, And the heart is light and free, And the soul is filled with peace On this joyous Sunday.

Hate's Painful Grasp

Shrouds of darkness blocking out the light An unrelenting scourge with a voracious appetite It's cobweb of hatred entangles our hearts Devouring us piece by piece, slowly tearing us apart. We see it in the streets and we feel it in our fears It is a feeling that brings pain and tears We can't ignore it, try as we might As its powerful grip keeps us in its sight No matter how hard our efforts, hatred won't be quashed It will continue looming large until our trembling hearts have crashed So may we

ONCE A LOVER, NOW A DEVIL by Richie Kharis

She told him "I hate you," but he took it as a joke Her smile was deceiving and her voice was relieving He only saw an angel with a figure like an eight And never bothered to take note of her repeated joke He told her, " Look, I love you—I'll take a blow for you." But she looked at him smiling as if his words were untrue Yes, I know, but I still hate you because that is what I do Again, he waved, but this time those words came sinking through I see you working, defending me, and fighting for me

Morning Delight

How beautiful is every morning

A Poem about "NATURE"

In nature's realm, where wonders dwell, Beneath the sky's expansive spell, Where rivers flow and mountains rise, And forests sing with whispered sighs. The morning dew on petals bright, Reflects the sun's awakening light, A symphony of colors, pure and true, Painted by a hand unseen, yet knew. In meadows green, where wildflowers dance, And butterflies in fleeting romance, Each breeze that whispers through the trees, Carries secrets of the ancient seas. The stars above, a timeless guide, Through

The poor grape seller boy(poem)

In the scorching heat, a boy stands tall, Selling grapes, his dreams he recalls. A humble soul, with calloused hands, He weaves his way through life's vast lands. Each grape he holds, a story untold, Of resilience and hope, so bold. With every cluster, he shares a taste, Of perseverance and strength embraced. Beneath the sun, his spirit shines bright, A symbol of courage in the harshest plight. Through dust and toil, he perseveres, A silent poet amid life's tears. In his presence, a lesson we fi

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

poem

sad love poem

Poem: Fading Initials

Love and heartbreak

The Spectators

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Poem of love

Tell me, O you whom I love, Where you feed your flock, Where you make rest at noon.

A poem for the love of nature

Whispers of leaves, rustling in the breeze Sunbeams dance, through branches' gentle ease A brook's soft song, meandering to the sea Nature's symphony, wild and carefree In forest depths, secrets are revealed Ancient wisdom, in stones and trees concealed The wind's whispers, tales of days gone by Echoes of wonder, in the natural sky Let us wander, where wildflowers bloom And in nature's embrace, find our heart's room.

Antithesis

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Alone

In the silence that stretches in the darkest night, My solitude gently whispers to me. A melancholic atmosphere adorns my heart, Like a sorrowful melody that lingers. Within the profound stillness, I contemplate in eternal solitude. Like a lone star in the vast sky, I am trapped in an untouched world. In my solitude, I feel the vibrations of my heart, Flowing in an unheard rhythm. Darkness surrounds, yet I do not feel alone, For my solitude is a true companion. In solitude, I encounter my true s

Trapped in Helplessness

A feeling of powerlessness, A sense of being trapped, The weight of the world on your shoulders, And no way to adapt. You try to break free, But the chains are too strong, You scream for help, But no one comes along. Lost in a sea of despair, With no hope in sight, You struggle and fight, But it's a losing fight. Helplessness consumes you, It's all that you know, And in the end, you realize, You're never letting go.

I know why the caged birds glew away

I know why the caged birds flew away, To escape the confines of their cage each day, To feel the wind on their feathers, and to sing, Without a care for what tomorrow may bring. For they were trapped in prison, day after day, Chained by their captors, unable to stray, Their wings clipped, unable to soar, Their hearts filled with a longing of something more. And so they took flight, and left it all behind, The cage, the rules, the limits, to free their mind, To explore the world, and to find thei

THE SWEETNESS OF LIFE ("Poem")

Life just flows through you as a certain sweetness and beauty. The sweetness of life Is found in little things, A quiet moment, a flower's bloom, A kind word, a song's tune. It's there for all to see, But only if we take the time To look and listen carefully. The sweetness of life Is in each passing day, A moment of joy, a moment of play.