Baskadia

Grace

Grace, A Gift from Up Above A Gift from the Kingdom of Love A Blanket of Protection and Compassion Fills the Heart with Joy and Protection A Picture of Beauty, A Smile of Kindness A Soft Embrace with Open Arms A Butterfly more Precious than Gold It Gives us Hope to Go On Grace, Our Constant Companion It Guides Us through Life with Ease It’s a Gift of Unconditional Love To Help Us Achieve our Life Goals.

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

Journey of Life

Our life is a journey There are curves and roadbends A pattern or hello-goodbye-hello We wind in and out of each other's lives Yet each one of us is an instrument To chisel out each other edges To become like a gold tested of fire Our potentials are on the process of becoming To search for our place to live a better world The essence of humans life Is throughly cultivated by experiences Life is full of surprises and challenges Through time our personhood develops Life's cycles and stages change

"Celestial Waltz: The Northern Lights' Delight"

A Poem About Northern Lights

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

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

A poem on poverty.

The poem depicts the harsh realities of poverty, highlighting its grip on communities and the struggles faced by those affected. However, it also emphasizes the resilience and hope found within individuals, calling for unity and support to overcome these challenges and build a better world.

The Blind Old Guitarist

037 Along the dirty pavement of an old city, where each dark alleys are covered with peasants begging for alms. The blind old guitarist were cramped in the corner most of the alley, gently strumming his worn guitar, creating harmonies to get some dimes. The melody travels along the cacophony of voices, masking the reality behind the poor and dark passage. The music lives behind the curtain, overlooked by their velvet and silk dresses. T'was a horrible reality where poverty is their entourage. Th

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

Vibrations

"The lips of wisdom are closed, except to the ears of understanding"

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

The Tale of Twist (Poetry)

The beauty of art is in the confusion it brings lol

Echoes of the past

Enjoy your self

"The All-Seeing Deity: A Divine Ode"

In the realm unseen, a vigilant eye, A deity above, watching you and I. With tender care, our steps observed, Guiding us, when life's paths unnerved. A presence divine, encompassing all, Heeding our whispers, both big and small. Through darkest nights and brightest days, His guiding light forever ablaze. A merciful gaze, upon hearts burdened, Love's embrace, in moments uncertain. With grace bestowed, our worries allayed, In His embrace, solace is conveyed. Oh, divine observer, majestic and wise,

Sham

018 ANOTHER TITLE: "I LOVE YOU BUT I DON'T LOVE YOU" I know I look like a desperate idiot, For chasing after a man who doesn't care. I know I could end up in embarrassment, For being so forlorn and bizarre. I know you won't ever love me, For you have someone else you want to marry. I know you won't look at me the same way I look at you, For you have someone else that can complete you. I know that I'm not the one you need, For you have someone else to hold. I know I'm being a villain, For I am th

Winning Triumph

When victory is finally won, The taste of triumph is like none, A sweet sensation in the air, A feeling beyond compare. The thrill of the fight, the rush of the game, The battle that ends in acclaim, The cheers of the crowd, the roar of the fans, The glory of victory that never ends. The path to winning is long and tough, It takes hard work, patience, and a little luck, But when the prize is finally claimed, The joy and elation are untamed. To win is to conquer, to succeed, To fulfill a dream, t

My early morning inspiration

True love

Live A Little

For the likes of me

MOD MODE ( poem by Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi)

Loneliness

Poem about Lonelinesssss