Baskadia

'DEATH' a POEM

a poem about death, and how it is end and where we find peace,

King Of Love

The poem emphasis basically on how love feel to human being and how is important to human being

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

I Am A Poet

A poet with victorious inkn

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.

Midnight Battles

027 12:49 AM. It's still vividly written in my mind, how my fingers twitched with pain, how the bitter coffee went down under my throat, how my eyes begged for rest, how my back shouts comfort, and how the lamp is holding on. Those memories during midnight. The memories of persevering to chase the deadlines, the memoir of studying for an upcoming recitation, the crumpled notes with an almost unreadable scribbles, and the pictures witnessed by the four walls of my room, will forever be locked ins

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

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

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

There was a country

Once! There was a country That held hope for her people Whose leaders were the youths role models Whose people were the most disciplined Whose military were the nation's pride Whose students were the nation's erudite Whose economy prospered and flourished Yes! There was a country Whose neighbours were envious Whose citizens were contented Whose environment was friendly and peaceful Whose military strength, Was nothing compared to her neighbour's Yet she was satisfied and happy There was a countr

Mending a Shattered Heart: A Journey of Healing and Hope

A heart that's been broken, a love that's been lost A pain that's too deep to ever be crossed The journey of healing is a long, hard road It's a winding path that can't be foretold But with courage and strength, and a will to survive We can mend our broken hearts and learn to thrive We must take the time to grieve and to heal And find the courage to start to feel We must learn to forgive and to let go And find the strength to start anew We must learn to accept and to move on And find a way to be

Million Little Miracles

Wonder why there is so much questions in your mind that brought about is God real?. Find out in this peom if he is .

MESSANGERS OF PEACE by Poet LUKMAN NURUDEEN ADENIYI

Messengers of Peace They, too, are messengers of peace, Indelible reformers of heroism and nobility Bred but to spread peace around. In service of God for oneness Bliss for the world and humanity, The hope for every soul, dismayed. Behold the poets and their muse! Totally, they too are of amity Inking quills & parchments in this world © Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi

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

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

IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou

A Friend

It's my happiness

The Voice

The Voice Why not hearken to the voice? You are as unyielding as wanton, But why temptable, and not temperate? Yoruba has taught me unerring things Bad manners aye make one none Worldly opulence is nothing but bait. Believe God's plan & follow your dreams Whatever setbacks, you just go on Yours is victory, don't forget that. © Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi

MINDSET FOR SUCCESS

Mindset For Success Success is vital, integral for fruition Is the need of every spirit That is what drives us high! It's now you decide the aspiration Think positive; develop a growth mindset Strengthen your willpower and don't sigh! The fact is, live with motivation Sedulity, effort, troth, grit, and faith Indispensable are all these to ply! © Lukman Nurudeen Adeniyi

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.