Baskadia

Nature's Beauty

A new poem from an anonymous poet...

DINNER TABLE

My old lover showed up out of nowhere unannounced Without an invite Without an apology My old lover showed up hoping to once more drink from my cup This wounded cub dragged it's self to my door hoping to be nursed back to health Because that is what I do I breath life into you at your lowest You came as a block of wood and I carved you into a marvel After my waters ran dry you left to chase waterfalls and when the drought hit you dragged yourself over to my table You have no business being here

A tautogram

a poem where every word starts with the same letter.

Surrender.

Lights were out, she curled up in bed Against her will, her mind flooded with memories In the quiet night, she could hear her silent cries She shivered and her heart ached The sky was as black as soot, not a ray of sunlight Mixed feelings in an endless loop, like the figure of eight It took bravery to say goodbyes when feelings died. With the passing of time, she was pacified Time was all it took to mend the heart-or what was left of it Muscular yet fragile, like a poorly wired circuit So it was

flowers in autumn

In autumn's gentle embrace they bloom, Flowers of every color, dispelling gloom, A symphony of petals, nature's art, Whispering tales from the heart. Amidst the golden leaves, they sway, A dance of beauty in the sun's last ray, Bold and fragile, a paradox so true, Capturing time's essence in every hue. The air grows crisp, the days grow cool, Yet the flowers flourish, defying the rule, For in this season of change and decay, They remind us that beauty never fades away.

The Tiny Stranger At George

One day at a pet shop, I met a man selling socks, For money he wanted to swap, But I really wanted some white fox. "Got any white fox?" asked I. "For that's how I'll spend my money." "No white fox here!" said the guy. He seemed to find it quite funny. "We've got some lovely crisps, I'll give you a very fine price." "I'd rather have some wisps." The man blinked rapidly thrice. The man seemed exceptionally energetic, And his manner was strangely amused. He wasn't what I would call electromagnetic,

Scent of Hiding

029 Friendly as she is, always gives advice and answers queries. She laughs at every tiny parody, smiles at every little thing---so silly. Her charm was her beauty, a beauty she was insecure and shaky. She attracts souls who need therapy, a normal occurrence of hers every day. Her confidence was seasonal, she's cold but lowkey emotional. But beneath those facades, a stash was hidden, full of worries with no endin'. Midnight was her sweet haven, a time when she was free and in heaven. In the dark

"The Tide of Life"

This poem reflects on the ever-changing nature of life and how it brings both joy and strife. It encourages us to bravely ride through life's ups and downs, and even when things are still, to take the time to appreciate them.

The Echo Of Me

Is the person reflected in the mirror truly a version of yourself? Or are they merely a figment of your imagination? This piece touches on the subject of finding the best version of one's self in a world filled with doubt and dreams.

"Reflections of Inner Peace"

In the stillness of morn, as the sun first awakes, I find solace within, where tranquility takes. Reflections of inner peace begin to unfold, A sanctuary of serenity, like stories untold. In the depth of my soul, I find a sacred space, Where worries and struggles gently erase. A mirror of peace, reflecting inner light, I bathe in its glory, surrendering to its might. The chaos outside seems to fade away, As I immerse in this haven, day after day. Each breath a whisper, embracing my core, A gentl

Negative Thinking.

Definition. Negative thoughts are cognitions about the self, others, or the world in general that are characterized by negative perceptions, expectations, and attributions and are associated with unpleasant emotions and adverse behavioral, physiological, and health outcomes.

No Goodbye

My head became buried deep in her neck, The odor of her hair delivered consolation To my as soon as-lonely heart...

Spot the difference

We can differ but still respect each other

Effluxion

Of all the machinations of the divine. Man if'en thou feareth none, thoust must fear Time and its authority to corrode, erode and corrupt. It is time that undoes man and its effluxion that reduces mass and matter. Reader, in two centuries time would've reduced you to dust and obscurity! Such is! -Kudi Msughter (For the year 2100)

Night

Poetry on night

Dreams of imagination

Dreams of Imagination. In the depths of night, when the world is still, and the stars above, shine with a tranquil thrill. In this peaceful moment, my mind begins to roam, through memories and dreams, that I have yet to know. A world of wonder, awaits beyond the door, of my imagination, where anything is possible and more. From soaring through the clouds, to diving in the sea, my mind takes me on journeys, that set my spirit free. And in these moments, I am filled with pure delight, as I explore

Title: Embracing My Passions Poetry, Badminton, Books, Movies, and Music

the explore of passions that light up my life and inspiration.I have discovered a world of self-expression and comforts. poetry is to express depths of my emotions, thought. And I Enjoy of playing badminton. Books enhance my vocabulary, imagination and inspiration, learning and Movies are my comforters, providing solace teach me about life, I find solace in the embrace of music.transport me to a serene sea, where I can sit on the sand and let my imagination free, comforting me.

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I'm just one (poetry)

They say I'm two, but I'm just one, A mystery to unravel, yet to be undone. I stand before them, flesh and bone, But they see two, a duality unknown. They question my existence, my very being, As if two souls within me are disagreeing. But I assure them, with every breath I take, That I am one, my heart and soul at stake. They point to my contradictions, my every flaw, As if two personas within me are at war. But I tell them, with every word I speak, That I am one, my identity not weak. For I am

Islamic

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