Baskadia

Conqueror

With sword in hand and heart afire, The conqueror sets out to win, To build an empire, reach higher, And prove that he's a force within. He marches on with steadfast might, Through deserts, mountains, raging seas, His will unbroken, shining bright, He sets his sights on victory. He battles foes with skill and grace, And never once does he retreat, For he is driven by the chase, Of glory and of triumph sweet. He claims new lands with every step, And builds a legacy so grand, His name a legend, ha

Behind My Pillow

My world is peace My world is harmony My world is growth My world is joy My world is love My world is the future My world is my dream. Freedom comes after You find what enslaved you. In a realm of no pain Only inner peace That clover around your imagination Back to present Stained mud imitates blood Role play is left Unattended to, TV's no Longer have a function The movie is right in front of your pupil For now the apocalypse Has not yet come. Back to my pillow In nights of after Struggled days,

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

River of tenderness

Ladies and gentlemen good news : A lady from Massachusetts Created kingdom of happiness Where a special river flows A river for those who reflects As they see it's kindness As they Hunt it's pearls; Well decorated ones With wise words As they wash their souls They found out that The water they touched Is antidote of their faintness A handful of drops Of that water Filtered their sight Their eyes now have more light They are able to see The beauty of small things In this universe Their tongues ar

Poetry: Madness

This poetry is a satire on Shakespearean plays and also an urge for writing like him.

The betrayal

In shadows deep, where friendships fray, Lies the tale of trust led far astray. Once, they wore masks of loyalty so tight, Yet beneath the surface, darkness took flight. Their smiles masked secrets, their words were veiled, In the garden of friendship, treachery unveiled. A dagger concealed by a friendly embrace, Betrayal's bitter truth, hard to erase. They whispered sweet promises, a pact so sly, But their deceitful hearts harbored a lie. Behind your back, they plotted and schemed, In the realm

THE THIRD WORLD POLITICIAN

Here he is, The big man. He flaunts his money, To show the masses His affluent and wealth. And the rumours spread, That the big man, Was not a businessman. "But what could he be". They wondered. Which occupation, Made you as rich as a businessman? It was not carpentry, Nor was it bricklaying, Or blacksmithing, Then suddenly we knew! The big man, Was nothing but a politician. An occupation of the privileged Who never got tired of their occupation, Who did more bad than good, Whose personal intere

The tree

Inspired by the tree in my compound 😆

A Drifted Tale

002 Once upon a time, our love was blazing like the sun- warm, comforting, and suitable. Until the world played with spear and gun. We broke apart, we drifted along the brawl. We first met in front of your house's lawn, now, we end it tragically at that same place. Promises gone by, leaving feelings of affliction. All will be in memories, all those hugs and kisses. Time, distance, communication, and presence, we lose it all, and we slowly grew apart. In our promised place I felt your absence, re

"Shadows and Light: A Journey through Depression"

"Shadows and Light: A Journey through Depression" is a profound exploration of the intricate path one traverses while grappling with the depths of depression. This poignant journey delves into the interplay between darkness and illumination, unveiling the complexities, challenges, and transformative potential inherent in this struggle.

Renaissance

Call me the Duke of Silence, I resonate with the six elders at the Gala. I would rather commend a madman for saving a cat, Than applaud politicians in SUVs, Wearing first-class Royce, While we suffer in harsh economic downfall. Renaissance is my diploma, I’ve come to see through all peers, Shady thoughts and unclear actions. Living is now a matter of, “What do you bring to the table?” Youthful pride in contrast to, “Why should I answer that?” Suffering childhood memories, Seems to be the best ph

Pied Piper

007 The children laughed just by the mention of his name. They understand the meaning of liberated that he claims, they understand the happiness that he spoke of. The only one who don't understand him were the adults. He took the children to play in the mountains, to laugh and get dirty while dancing and singing non-stop. He let them remember that they are still a child, a child that's supposed to run and get wild. He freed them from the shackles of society and obedience, letting them rebel to f

FREEDOM FROM EVERYTHING

This poem basically explains the struggle that I face in my life and how I feel being different from others

Unsent Love Letters

026 Scribbles written on a piece of paper, an emotion and feelings of an admirer. Confession were marked in each pages, freeing the emotions from its cages. Black ink formed words, sealed inside the envelope as a letter should. Each lines were full of admiration, a pure and innocent adoration. On these letters, a tale was mold, a secret story that is yet to be told. On these folded papers lies the hidden feelings, a strange and crazy emotions that clings. However, these letters were remain hidde

Beautiful Nature Poems

When we take the time to examine the beauty of the world around us, we are able to see parallels within our own lives. One who in tune with nature is in tune with the practice of living. Nature moves in a spiral as do our personal lives.

She was a Poem

028 She was a poem with rhymes and rhythm, someone whose secrets are hidden. Her faithful friend was her pen, an object who witnessed her veiled shenanigan. She was a poem that only a few can understand. Someone private and hard to comprehend. The papers are her companion at night, forming her thoughts as her pen took flight. She was an unfinished poem hiding traumas behind the pages. Unraveled emotions and tears are hidden inside her cages. Millions of thoughts keep her awake at night, shadows

Mother Earth

Let us protect Mother Earth from Climate Change

poem

poems for mother

Lies

Grasses claim to be as tall as an iroko Ants claim to be as big as an elephant. The antelopes thinks they are lions. The weak feel they are strong The prey believe they are predators Everyone lives in their own fictional world, But only the strong minded know How to differentiate dreams from reality You talk about your Non existential achievements. Lies told on purpose Or perhaps on the delusions of the mind.

Unconditional

011 You and I against the rules, the boundary of what is ethical. We are souls searching for comfort, found it, but was wrong. A mark has drawn, society deems it immoral and the world would never accept. An incongruent vessel, a mistake to be shown, and a blunder to speak. But We are not a mistake, our feelings are valid, and we too, are human. Loving one another was a blessing, even though society saw it wrong, even though the world was against. We may have the same sides, We may not look like