Baskadia

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

King Of Love

The poem emphasis basically on how love feel to human being and how is important to human being

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.

Speak to me

Speak to me, my love, with words that flow Like a gentle stream, soft and slow Tell me of your hopes and dreams, Of all the things that make you gleam Speak to me, my love, and pour out your heart Let the words you say be a work of art Let them be a beacon of light, Guiding us through the darkest night So speak to me, my love, and let your voice be clear For it is the sound that I hold dear It is the sound that brings me peace, The sound that brings me to my knees Speak to me, my love, and let y

Distracted Poet

Dark poem

वो औरत है

This is a poem about the journey of a woman fighting against the social beliefs, breaking stereotypes and achieving her dreams, finding her true potential.

THE PHILOSOPHY OF HUMAN LIFE! Poem

The days of a man passes like a whirlwind, but the power of life and death lies in his sayings... Humanity From the day a man is born, trouble and sorrows follows him/her. One lives to experience abundance whilst the other welcomes pain and poverty.

Love poem

Un doux baisé déposé Sur tes lèvres sucrées Une caresse remplie de tendresse Une silhouette de déesse Des yeux si éclatants Un regard foudroyant Des mains si douces Et un coeur immense; La femme de ma vie Mes doux rêves de la nuit Ma princesse.

Poem of year

Poem:new year As the clock struck twelve on New Year's Eve, We bid farewell to the year that had left. A year of challenges, a year of change, A year of loss, a year of gain. The end of 2022, a time to reflect, On all that's happened, all we've neglect. But as the new year, 2023, begins, We look ahead with hope, with new sins. The future is uncertain, but we'll take the lead, And make the most of what life has to give us, indeed. We'll face the challenges, and rise to the test, With resilience a

Zubair Tarar Pakistani Poet

Zubair Tarar is a Pakistani poet and writer live-in Vehari

Poem stopping by wood on a snowy evening.

The poem stopping by wood on a snowy evening has been written by Robert frost.It tells the story of a man who is travelling to his hometown.

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

The Reign Without a Throne; A poem by Aloo Denish Obiero

Link: https://allpoetry.com/poem/18718795-The-Reign-Without-a-Throne-by-Aloo-Denish-Obiero

I love you yet I feel more

I love you  yet I feel more. Ever since I laid my eyes on you something change inside my heart. I lost my reasoning, and be impulsive. When you appear I stagnate but  thinking of you I blast in bliss  . When you look at me I fall into a trap, of looking the most enchanting being, hence I shy and look away often. My strength just dissolve in your smile. I become sweet, soft and fluffy. There is something that I feel inside, but it become lost in translation. All I can say is I love you yet I feel

MOTHER

Poem - MOTHER By - Ansh Pratap Singh (Auradeus)

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

New Halls of Knowledge

In the halls of knowledge, fresh and bright, A brand-new chapter I unfold with pure delight. I begin on a journey, full of dreams, Glad to meet new set of teams. In classrooms' embrace, we learn and inspire, Igniting passions, sets our hearts on fire. Now, let us revel on this vibrant odyssey, To live a life both blessed and socially. Our circle of friends grow wider every day, Endless laughter and joy seem to pave our way. Morning classroom chats, hiding under the sun, These are moments that ca

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

Poetry lover

Sad poetry