Baskadia

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

When did we fall out of love?

.... you know that day is coming...and boy, believe me, it's coming...

"Celestial Waltz: The Northern Lights' Delight"

A Poem About Northern Lights

Resilient Dawn's Grace

MIRROR, kind and true, No judgment, just a view. BED, a friend in need, Listening as problems feed. DREAM, an escape's embrace, Reality's troubles we erase. RAIN, tears from the sky, Crying with you, never shy. DARKNESS, a hidden space, Your pain it will embrace. SHOWER, washing pain away, With each drop, a brighter day. MUSIC, healing artful sound, Heart's solace easily found. GOD, a guiding light, Through the darkest night.

Whispers of Hope Amidst Shadows

Life, life, life "Where have you taken me to" All my buckled up tears and sorrows All those emotions dwelling inside me Comes out as huge as a mountain Sometimes I wonder why life as forsake me Verse 2 "All those tears and pain burning down my pillow" Crushing dreams and defeats All those tears that I swallow Fearing that I would be weak When will all these get better Verse 3 "The soothing emotion I think of" Will my joy ever find reciprocation All those pounding moments hits my chest Will they

Rapture

Rapture The rapture of the church is near, we can see the signs every, the judgment of the lord will be nothing to compare, That is why we have to preach the gospel everywhere. At the blast of the first trumpet the dead in Christ will rise then at the second we who are alive will be caught up to meet the Lord in the clouds. We will all be changed in the twinkling of an eye, just as we fly. what a day of celebration and greeting with everyone and we will worship the Lord. I see the disease and pe

LOVE OF A MOTHER❤️by Ivy

Most of as we are a alive and able to walk, work and do other things, because of the love, support, motivation and courage that our mother's gave to us..please read this poem if your mother meant alot to you.

I Am With You

In the shadows dark or sunlight's gleam, I am with you, a guiding beam. Through trials faced, you're not alone, I am with you, steadfastly sown. When winds of change start to blow, I am with you, a calming flow. Through stormy seas and skies of blue, I am with you, forever true. In laughter shared and tears that fall, I am with you, through it all. In moments of joy and sorrow's strife, I am with you, your constant life.

Crying soul

In the tender whispers of twilight's embrace, A sweet poem weaves its grace, For a little crying soul to find solace, In verses that gently mend and erase. Through teardrops that glisten like stars above, Love's essence whispers with gentle love, In each line, a warm hug to enfold, To heal the heart, so weary and cold. With stardust ink and moonlit rhyme, The poem sings a lullaby sublime, Embracing sorrow, embracing pain, A comforting balm to ease the strain. Oh, little soul, don't you weep, For

if not

If not for you Who was on our side. When men came against us, When the world seemed to have turned their back on us, When there was no hope. But thanks be to God who was and is not just with us but in us,"Christ in me the hope of glory. Collosians 1:27 But thanks be to God who has overcome the world and has given us victory," 1 John 4:4 You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world. 1 John 5:4 for everyone born

He Wants for the Fabrics of Paradise

Had I the sky's weaved fabrics, Enwrought with brilliant and silver light, The blue and the faint and the dull fabrics Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the materials under your feet … One of Yeats' short show-stoppers, this sonnet is quite possibly of his generally renowned and broadly anthologised verse: 'Be cautious since you track on my fantasies.' It's a flawlessly expressive urging to be dealt with compassionate by one to whom one has swore one's life and heart. It was

Poem Title "Whispers of the Willow"

Amidst the twilight's gentle hue, Beneath the crescent moon's soft glow, A willow weeps beside the stream, Where dreams and whispers softly flow. Its branches sway like silken threads, Caressing zephyrs as they pass, In nature's arms, a dance it weds, A mesmerizing, graceful mass. A guardian to the secrets told, By lovers' hearts, in shadows' embrace, It listens to the young and old, And cradles memories in its space. Through seasons' change, it stands its ground, In winter's chill and summer's

poems on godhood

. "Ascension's Call" Mortals yearn for godhood, with hearts ablaze, Seeking powers divine, through endless maze, In their quest for immortality's embrace, They climb the mountaintops, seeking grace. But mortal frames cannot contain the might, Of gods who dwell in realms beyond our sight, Yet in their striving, mortals find their worth, For in the pursuit of godhood, they unearth. 2. "The Divine Within" In the depths of mortal souls, a spark ignites, A yearning for godhood, a celestial flight, Se

In Between

035 They said, "work hard if you want to be rich," so we worked until we drop. But those hardships only worth a dime, not even enough to buy meals for the day. They said, "stop being lazy if you want to improve," so we grinded until we can't move. And yet, we are still at the bottom, barely surviving the currents of life. They said, "you are not doing your best that's why you're stuck," so we gave our all until there's nothing left. But how can we be still the same old person? How can we be stil

Carry Me On

A poem that conveys not only words but also the true scenes that happens behind every painful yet silent love story, Carry Me On is one of poems that speaks for a lover and declares a question in mind, why the hope? Read and enjoy. _drichthepoet

Man and love

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,

"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.

Father's Day

On this day we celebrate The man who's always there Through thick and thin, he never falters Our rock, our guide, our care He taught us how to walk and talk And cheered us on each day He held our hands when we were scared And wiped our tears away He worked so hard to give us life And showed us how to love He sacrificed and gave his all To bless us from above So on this special day we honor The one who gave us birth We thank him for his strength and love And celebrate his worth We cherish every m

A volition in a shackle

It's like looking at the mountains, At the top pebble shading the sun, With hands deep in pockets, and feet stuck in the mud.