Baskadia

Future hope poem

500words

I Dream

032 I dream a dream where I am in the stage, singing a song and dancing along the rhythm. Where they throw roses and shouts my name. It is a dream I wish to play. I dream a dream where I am travelling, to here and there to the ends of the world. Where I capture scenes and preserve in negatives. It is a dream I wish to capture. I dream a dream where my clothes will be worn, models will walk on the runway and I'll appear at end of the show. Where I can see stunning dresses I made. It is a dream I

Alone

In the silence that stretches in the darkest night, My solitude gently whispers to me. A melancholic atmosphere adorns my heart, Like a sorrowful melody that lingers. Within the profound stillness, I contemplate in eternal solitude. Like a lone star in the vast sky, I am trapped in an untouched world. In my solitude, I feel the vibrations of my heart, Flowing in an unheard rhythm. Darkness surrounds, yet I do not feel alone, For my solitude is a true companion. In solitude, I encounter my true s

Valiant

016 She's the girl full of glee, Each day she's smiling happily. She gives light to others' days, By her being bubbly. She's the girl full of dreams, In midnight cold she's burning her eyebrow on flame. She works hard to be the best, Even though it's hard she insists. She's the girl who is degraded by society, They say she dreams too big and is greedy. They said that she can't reach her goal, Because she's even lesser than a lump of coal. She's a girl who works with heart and passion, She proved

I am always deeply moved by the beauty and resilience of people with black skin.

In the tapestry of ebony hues, A symphony of grace and resilience, The people of ebony skin, A portrait of strength and brilliance. Their souls adorned with rich history, Stories etched in every line and curve, Through struggles and triumphs, They radiate a beauty that preserves. From the rhythm of their laughter, To the wisdom in their eyes, Their spirit dances with resilience, Underneath vast African skies.

THE FATHER FIGURE

A quick glance at the Family tree, He does exist legitimately for free. His presence is a treasure, And absence feels like torture. Dad reduces himself to zero, So the Kids can have a hero. In the unforgiving life of the city, He pushes to carry out his responsibility. It might not be the same as Rome, But there are loud cheers when he eventually comes home. To the woke world, his role is like that of a contractor, To the Kids, he is the ultimate protector.

At The Piano

008 Let our fingers dance. For now, let's cover ouselves with ignorance, For this too will end later Like a piano performance on the theater. Glide your fingers on the keys, Go and create perfect harmonies. Let your fingers dance on the piano. Let the music travels on the patio. Ease your mind and feel the piece's message. Play with your heart and unviel the mirage. May you hear my 'I love you' Hidden at this piano performance with you. At the piano I play, Hoping you understand what I relay. Th

LAMENTATIONS OF A LIAR - Poems of Lamentations 001 -

021 Opening the box to unveil the truth; Searching for the right answer; Deciphering the lies and deception. But can you handle the crimson-colored fact? Lift the lid to see what's inside, But—be ready for you might get ruined. Now, open up your eyes to what you desire. Is the content to your liking? People hate lies and seek the truth, Without knowing that truth is more horrible than a lie. They abhorred the beautiful lies, But desire the painful truths. Ah really, what a bunch of fools. This i

Abyss

I'm falling in an abyss, Darkness everywhere there's nothing to see, I don't think there's anything to miss, Coz I feel my soul burning from within,

In His Life, I'm Not the Female Protagonist

In a world of tales, where each heart's a book, A girl believed, with a hopeful look. That everyone's the lead in their own rhyme, She, too, the star in her own sweet time. Through life's story, she danced with glee, Her spirit waltzing, wild and free. She thought, "I'm the main, the shining one, In the story of life, I'm second to none." But one day, a twist, a plot untold, A love story with edges rough and bold. She glimpsed his eyes, a captivating sight, Yet, in his world, she was out of sigh

The Battlefield

The poem is about the teRror of battlefield do check it and give your feedback thx.

Ten Counts

030 One, two, don't let them blind your views. Beware of falsehood, beware of the shimmering lies. Three, four, guard your words, speak only the truth. Don't let them mislead your tongue with sweet rewards. Five, six, break free from the shackles, the restraint of power. Don't let the greed overcome your senses like a mermaid's lure. Seven, eight, safeguard your life for only the victors can tell a story. Don't haphazardly join a fight without a plan. Nine, ten, be the face of righteousness in t

All Back

I’ll take it all back If it meant the rewind would fix all the cracks If it means love would stroll even deeper into our hearts And break apart the cages of lust. I’ll take it all back If spaces would close up And initiate those times we made kisses spark in the dark One on one,Eyes locked up to touch And heal the deepest parts Doubts sat to eat to play it’s dirty tracks I’ll take it all back, I’ll take it all back Even if for a minute just to dispatch Every moment of weakness that made us slack

Cat love 💟

The poem captures the beauty of a cat's love. It describes how, in the quiet of the night, cats show their affection through soft purrs, cuddles, and graceful movements. Their love brings comfort and solace, and they hold a special place in our hearts. The poem encourages us to cherish the unique and gentle love that cats offer.

THE LOVE OF GOD

Let me not hide this truth, of happiness behind my minds, when everything is so peaceful, and have nothing to worry about, even if i cant fight for my own self, i know i have the love of God. Let me write this text you though you might not have noticed this love that never fades so strong that it never dies even in midest of enemies in that darkest room full of ants and scorpions this the love of God

A letter from the heart

A LETTER FROM THE HEART Dear Lover, To think just a few minutes ago, I didn't have the strength to write to you, but thinking about you makes me want to write..... Before we proceed, I want you to know that these are words I have always wanted to tell you..... Come closer, what I am about to say is private... Shhhh You know... I miss you so deeply that, every thought of you feels me with sweet emotions... You know... I love it when you call my name... oh, what I would give to hear you whisper it

LET ME

Let me maintain this smile , even when am in pain , pain that i cant explian from where , or evev say when i experieced it , for the has no right to change me Let me maintai this happiness , even in time of sorrow , sorro that comes in waves, so i dont have to show am weak, even if i cant beat that sorrow i will have to maintain that happiness. Let me say thiswords, when i have things that hurt me, hurting me very deep in my hear, letting me rain down tears. painful words keep no more in my hea

Stay

Stay Even when my kisses no longer say The words that brightens up your day Stay When my touch no longer pulls you to my side Even when your mind is miles away Stay Even when your smiles dries up quicker than yesterday And my laughter no longer drives sadness out of your face So much that your heart no longer feels the warmth of my gaze Filled with bubbles of love but all you feel is hate Stay Even when quarrels makes us wanna break All the promises we made when our heart was in the comfort of b

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,

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.