Baskadia

Crazy Death

A poem to those we have lost in time past and we really miss them

The Woman Who Came In From the Night

The second of Picasso's two full-length plays from the 1940s, Les Quatre Petites Filles, has been translated by Jerome Rothenberg from work he started a few years ago. The passage that Rothenberg uploaded on Poems and Poetics is witty and lovely, evoking Mac Wellman's play Jennie Richee and Ashbery's Girls on the Run. We'd love to read the complete play, but perhaps the Henry Darger connection is too obvious. Note from the translator: Although there may not be as much flash as in the more well-k

ONCE WAS I

Once was I in love, When I spent all my time in that love, Love that bored no fruits, Yet I didn't recognize this, For I had nobody to tell me, Until today I got myself to know. Once was I in those parties, Parties that I attended daily, Accompanied by all friends, Friends that gave no advice Yet I kept them, Just for friendships. Once was I very strong, Physically and mentally indeed, Strong like a lion Powerful like Samson, But today, Once was I. Once was more time I spent, Not in hard work, B

Time is of the essence

A poem about the importance of time

A Chaotic World To Nurture

Superstar's first rhymes after The Existence created him. From a section of The Songs of Lexicon called Superstar's Rhymes

Torment

The tears we shed are not only that of pain. It might be of torment. The torment of not knowing the unknown. We are scared of things that are yet to come. Things that are yet to form. Some might hide, and some might run. But it will always come just for fun. It lurks in the shadows, driving you insane. It enjoys the torment, it thinks it's a game. It feeds off the pain. You can only pray. We all have that fear. Some call it anxiety, and some call pain.

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.

FAR AWAY FROM HOME

Is just the ideas of how home is important and memories we shared in it. written by me.

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

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

No summary for my darkest poetry, Darkest Stranger Led a peaceable life, When they were not troubled With other folks' strife. -Some random rhymes in summary for users to help what to make with these

How Do You Want to Die?

A Poem by: Danje E.B

'DEATH' a POEM

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

LOVE ❤️

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

THE CHILDREN OF WORLD - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS POETRY

The tears of a child, the pain of a mother! A heart full of memories of a dead father!

Father's Day

On this day we celebrate The man who's always there Through thick and thin, he never falters Our rock, our guide, our care He taught us how to walk and talk And cheered us on each day He held our hands when we were scared And wiped our tears away He worked so hard to give us life And showed us how to love He sacrificed and gave his all To bless us from above So on this special day we honor The one who gave us birth We thank him for his strength and love And celebrate his worth We cherish every m

Mercy

Mercy is a gentle rain, That falls on the thirsty soul, It brings refreshment and peace, And makes the heart to grow whole. Mercy is a healing balm, That soothes the aching heart, It brings hope and comfort, And makes the darkness depart. Mercy is a guiding light, That shows the way through the night, It brings courage and strength, And makes the journey seem bright. Mercy is a precious gift, That comes from God above, It is a blessing beyond measure, And it is a gift of love.

Trapped in Helplessness

I'm drowning in a sea of doubt My mind consumed by fear and drought I'm lost, alone, and cannot cope In this vast abyss without hope My hands are tied, my feet are bound As I struggle to break free, no sound Escapes my lips, my voice is gone In this darkness, I am undone I cry out for help, but no one hears As I'm consumed by my own fears I'm trapped in this cycle of despair With no way out, no one to care My heart beats fast, my mind races As I'm consumed by this familiar place Of helplessness,

KESSY 🌹

A little summary about a friend of mine 😅🌹

Cry, it's never a Crime

Even if cry last for the night,joy cometh in the morning

King Of Love

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