Baskadia

Flame

The Self worth

THE POET

The struggle struggled I from the buckle With strive I shuttle amidst the rubble I'm a warrior That fought through the terror I'm a poet I speak with my poem while being quiet. Despite the freckle, I sparkle Pushing through the rumble, didn't stumble In solitude, speaking to the multitude Though I'm ineptude, but in seclude my unspoken words reaching the high altitude The poem is my inner thought unspoken It reveals my inner self that's broken. My words are like the ranting of a madman But to th

Alone

The unfinished memories

TWENTY FIRST CENTURY

Sewn into these walls Are lullaby from a century ago Can you hear them? History is about to repeat itself Like it always has Sentiments and sentinel Sent on sabbaticals. No one gives a damn If the roof collapses As long as the house stands. We are all sentenced to death Hanging on gallows that we Happily built Happy that they broke Before we met our maker Here's to another chance at life Dancing, drunk on stupidity Piss for rum, tears for beer Cheers, we have earned it. Its a cozy world, cased i

When did I?

When did I lose myself? Was it when I was told their dreams were mine? Or was it when I was gonna die? Was it when I came to exist? Or when I questioned why do I exist? The day I looked upto admire someone, That day I realised what wasn't mine, My aim in life wasn't minr, Because I've been a naive little child. The show, is it really mine? Or am I a puppet in this being ruled by people behind? If I break the strings, Will I still be alive? Or will I be dead, And be refined with a knife? I am pil

Haunted Dreams

I had this problem of having nightmares early this year to the extent of not sleeping.I was afraid if sleeping but poetry kept me moving Writting out what and how i felt really helped me alot. Thank you poetry.

POISON TREE

Once upon a time, when all men were equal No rich, no poor No law, no war And they thought they were FREE But, there lived a Poison TREE One bite, denied freedom for all. (c) Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.

IF YOU ARE A TOURIST

IF YOU ARE A TOURIST Worldwide beings! Is anyone a tourist? Aiming for gest, best and repose? Nigeria for you, there for you! A list of comely places incomplete! Never in this world of ours! Without Nigeria being for every hue! Nicest and neatest, freshest and shiniest! West Africa to other cardinal points! All they say: 'Nigeria is beautiful!' © Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi

The Reflection (a short story)

I found her to find myself

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Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

A Friend

It's my happiness

THE MUSE BEHIND THE POET

A thousand times you must wonder, While sitting down and you ponder, On what makes a poet such a wonder. Why his poems are so good, Why his words seem as though food. Does he ever gets tired? Or like some Devine, is he wired? You feel his every pulse, You wish to know his muse, And why his words though piercing bear no abuse. You feel better after reading his every piece, For it soothes your craving for deeper piece. Is he a god? For he wields his quill like a rod. He gives you much joy, And yet

Matters Of The Heart ❤️

This talks about feelings, actions, that affects decisions made by our heart, its also a poem to help motivate. Thanks.

Breath

One of the poems from my book of poetry ‘Journey to Self’ available on Amazon

The points accounts only when, millions others, follow now and then

A Beacon of Hope: Finding Strength in Difficult Times

A ray of hope, a glimmer in the darkness A lighthouse, a source of joy When everything appears to be gone in times of sorrow A ray of hope will never be broken. It represents bravery, strength, and love. Whatever happens, it will never leave us. It serves as a reminder that we can get through this. No matter how hard we work or what we do It demonstrates our resilience and hope that we may find strength in challenging situations. A ray of optimism will never go out of style. It will always be th

LIFE IS A ROLLER COASTER

Life is a roller coaster Oh! Life is a roller coaster We all undergo moments of bliss As well as moments of sorrow! We cannot ever say it's over An answer to Failure is Success Opportunity so abounds today and tomorrow! Aim for success ever and ever Overmatch a deficit of self-confidence Worry is an effluvium of barrow! © Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi

Don't You Ever Love a Poet

015 Don't you ever love a poet for they are a fool. Playing with deep and flowery words to write their unexpressed emotion. They don't have anything to offer. They don't have money nor gigantic castle, They can't give you your desire nor your needs. Really, they are useless. Holding a pen day and night, Conquering things with all their might. Thinking bloody words to write, Setting the candle as the light In this darkness that blocks their sight. During this midnight's cold, A poem is mold. Emot

The spots in the spotlight

THE SPOTS IN THE  SPOTLIGHT In the spotlight is the blossoming moulded smiles of Miranda, The clear shots of Miranda, a catapult of stares But under covers is  the dreaded melting crown on her head. The toughness of the late night's Dark sacrifices to trap and rule minds. The fake morning is a sentence. The contempt of nude hustles The ugly scammed face that let out the huge ransome. That body where artful beauty doctors tried their talents, poking with many knives, twisting and clipping to forg

A Bound that Refuses to Die (by Poet Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi)

A Bond that Refuses to Die We are, but a sole brotherhood, Let us nourish oneness of humanity To live in strength and progression. Life is humane and benignant indeed, That is, with love and amity Whosoever wants peace in the creation. Those who cultivate it are blessed, Why would God deny the utility? Lofty boon is for the edification. © Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi