Baskadia

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.

A Broken Heart: For My Friend (Girl)

Everyone has a bittersweet memory with the beloved one. We can be friend with anyone we feel comfortable with. Somehow, the feel we kept for so long can kill us inside. Crush culture, stranger-friend-stranger. That's all

Dancing Embers of Souls

A new poem from an anonymous poet...

If You Think

Thinking is thought or reasoning. An example of thinking is when someone takes the time to work out a problem in their head.

ONCE A LOVER, NOW A DEVIL by Richie Kharis

She told him "I hate you," but he took it as a joke Her smile was deceiving and her voice was relieving He only saw an angel with a figure like an eight And never bothered to take note of her repeated joke He told her, " Look, I love you—I'll take a blow for you." But she looked at him smiling as if his words were untrue Yes, I know, but I still hate you because that is what I do Again, he waved, but this time those words came sinking through I see you working, defending me, and fighting for me

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Days count in dance when you amount and glance

Amazing Poem By THE DARKEST STRANGER

My Mother Has A Photo Album In Heaven

My mother doesn't read books, she reads people who read books. like she read my cousin who was pregnant at 16 because she tasted lemon dewdrops in early sunrise and the bittersweet experience of motherhood never left her palm like a written note. my mother could read fever just by placing hands on the forehead of her child, you could say she was the MOM in therMOMeter because my mom never kept us in a room temperature... to say, she didn't want us to get spoilt, she tightened up every corner tha

Alice and the hatters curse

Mad

Doubts

God’s Knife

New poem for you...

Rights of a Child

I am a child which I can do different things Each and every things which my parents told on me. Be good at all times and don't forget to pray God Because God protects me from any harm or in danger. I have the rights to be born and to lived once As I can see, the happy, happy, morning sun Their tender love and care make me be more lively. Through their gently touching makes me more been smiling. As a child, I have a right to play and have fun And to listen my beautiful teacher at school Who teaches me in a good manner and right conduct. As I grew up and molded to be a better man. Thanks for my Mama and Papa for schooling me. They are the one who guide me when I'm growing up, To make myself respectful and courteous. And to be a good leader and a follower.

KESSY 🌹

A little summary about a friend of mine 😅🌹

LOVE ❤️

My personal opinion on what love should be or what it is. ❤️

When We Fall

In the face of darkness, we stand tall, For hope is a beacon that conquers all, It's the strength to rise when we fall, In the grand symphony of life's call. When storms rage fierce and clouds obscure, Hope's the anchor, steadfast and sure, With each challenge, it grows more pure, A force within, forever to endure. In the depths of despair, it takes flight, Guiding us through the darkest night, With hope in our hearts, we'll ignite, A future where everything's set right. So hold onto hope with a

ANHEDONIA

In this condition a person is totally shuttered and he often feels uneasy in a pleasant situation.

Summer breeze

The winter comes, In the disguise of a rainy day. I felt so cold, I can't make you stay. You gave me, a short-time warmth. a love I thought, would stay in my arms.

How Do You Want to Die?

A Poem by: Danje E.B

Do I Care? Yes I Do!

One may ask what are friends for? Send this to a friend.

LEGACY

Setting up a good pace