Baskadia

At The End Of It All

A short poem on love

Silent longing part 2

a love peom of a girl who cannot express her feeling to the guy she loves

The Poet's Realm

An amazing poem from an anonymous poet. Do you like the poem bellow?

Dreaming Wide Awake

.... How strange to dream of you, awake, I find, When sunlight bathes the world in golden hue. Your presence lingers, etched within my mind, A haunting specter, vivid and anew. In daylight's realm, where reality lies, I walk amidst the bustling, conscious throng. Yet thoughts of you, unbidden, mesmerize, As if our souls were bound, forever long. Your laughter dances in the gentle breeze, Soft whispers echo, though you're far away. A phantom touch, a fleeting moment seized, Emotions swirl, where

Monday blessing

A Monday morning blessing to you, To start the week with a heart of joy. Let peace and love fill your soul, And grant you the strength to find your goal. May you always find comfort in the small things, And the courage to take risks and spread your wings. As you rise today, may your spirit be renewed, So you can take on whatever comes your way with ease. Here's a Monday morning blessing to you, To bring you hope and courage too.

I Better Take My Leave

It's a sad story to be left alone in this world despite your effort to be a better person. This poem is full of emotion that I can't just live with.

Poem for Bitcoin

In the realm of code and byte, A currency emerged one night, Bitcoin, born in cryptic light, A digital dream that took its flight. A peer-to-peer, decentralized force, No rulers, banks, or hidden source, With blockchain's ledger, on its course, Transcending borders, with no remorse.

A Fool's Tale.

Everyone's got a Fool's Tale, it just depends on when it's told.

Top three words of love from B.J Habibie .

If you are experiencing romance problems read these words so that your relationship can be repaired again because separation is not the end.

Rain filled with tears 😢

In the pouring rain, tears streaming down, Silent screams echo without a sound. From the depths of your being, a cry released, A wound unseen, pain never ceased. When your heart plummets, heavy and low, I understand your storm, the tempest's blow. I know your melody, your soul's refrain, Though your story's secrets may remain. Diverse souls we bear, unique in our frame, Yet intertwined, connected all the same. For in shared experiences, we unite, Embracing the human journey's light.

Poem

World ends to tie every night, And begins again every morning, I don’t care about it anymore, Cause this is what life has been doing for ages, To me and the world.

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.

A feeling

So often I smile without a course, and get lost in the moment laughing alone. The felicity I have is so sone, so that I laugh alone without a joke. All this wode because of persist intuition. A feeling without dimensions and edges yet in description can exhaust all pages, and on the surfaces its my ignition for instinct. A feeling that is very exciting, yet a rumor says it can be easily be extinct. A barrier of active and passive is fine margin. A feeling of perceptions and impressions. A feelin

Rat Race

Better days are promised, but knowing we'll wake to a life full of pain, sleep eludes us. So on our beds we wrestle with sleep. Thus, we suit up hoping to go through the day without peril, in our quest to find cheeseless bread. Yet with our heads up we don't give up in this rat race, because, in these shoes we won't find protection at all cost. - TOVoM

Partner Forever

great things always come every moment times where ones are numb such a monument magnificent, some presence of relief reached out, filled belief change of life, might be red tight string of fate in both pinkies, wait also with a cute small, a cheery babe oh, God, who really? whose destined to me? might go crazy various tracks of life hard, wherever is at least, with buddy whoever it is

The Spectators

New poem for you...

I am Thankfull

-

A poem for her

Knock, knock, knock Beauty at morning's door After a night filled with adventures Dreams of christ and his unfailing love Multiple dimensions in a single world Different experiences before dawn War and chaos in a living void Death and loss like there's no law A very tough and strange night indeed And yet the princess sleeps with no worries With visions appearing like movies Five hours felt like an eternity One night feeling like twenty She is the best at it Because she got christ at the wheel Kn

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.

Day of Boxing

In a boxing match, Two boxers are fighting With each wanting to win. With their fight, People die. Their corps are seen Scattered. They are off both civilian and military. Blow after blow is landed, Manoeuvre after manoeuvre is performed Their drive to win, Ends up inflicting injuries to their bodies. Widows are created and orphans are made. Siblings are lost and civilians slaughtered like animals. In the end, one gives in There is a victor. But at what cost did this victory occur? How many are