Baskadia

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,

DESTINED FOR DOMINION

I had been shattered, I had seen hell on earth. Realities of life has been the order of day in my life. I had been stroke with illness, Stroke With the fear that am not gonna make it, Stroke by the enemies of frustrations. I had heard voices that said, i won't be on the top most top.. I had mingled with people who call their selves my friends and family but deep in their heart is clustered with jealousy and strive. I had seen and heard a daughter of Jezebel who once said in quote "you are useles

KESSY 🌹

A little summary about a friend of mine 😅🌹

The thunder of a distant gun

This poem is written by Tamina Anderson from Canada. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

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

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

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.

World unity

In a world so vast, we all reside, Under the same sun and stars, side by side. With colors, cultures, and dreams so diverse, Together we weave this cosmic verse. Amidst the chaos, let love be our guide, A bridge to connect, to heal, and to confide.

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

DEATH (TRIBUTE TO GRANDMOTHER)

Death which brings sorrows and pain to mankind .it has no respect on man. Neither to the poor nor to the rich. It rubs like a thief. Day after Day ,My heart breaks and pricks,Hearing that the dearest person in my heart is dead. Death is a silent killer,it doesn't give permission ,it comes like a thief at night. My heart pricks cos the one i call my backbone is no more. My heart solicit for guidance,cos one who has been there for me during thick and thorns is no more . one whom has been m

POEM

This is a poem about a woman, her beauty and stregth.

Doubts

Doubts beat my mind Confusion sets me behind They say love looks beautiful But pain still has me confined They say love crowns Queens and Kings in delight But heartbreak sets mine in a broken Kingdom of doubts and denial And with nobody to hold through the malign Effect of distress and trials The disease of loneliness rejoices For the failure of love continues to inspire. Doubts beat my mind and set my heart Apart in confusion leaving it behind And out of line to be crowned as king in delights.

"Whispers of the Unseen Tapestry"

In realms unseen, where dreams take flight, A tapestry woven with celestial light, Whispers of stars and secrets untold, A symphony of wonders, yet to unfold. Beneath the moon's ethereal glow, Where time stands still, and galaxies flow, Unveiling mysteries, both strange and rare, An enigmatic dance in cosmic air. Ethereal beings, with wings unfurled, Guardians of realms, ancient and surreal, They navigate through dimensions unseen, Where imagination reigns, vibrant and keen. In this realm of bou

Clarion call

This is a poems call for people to come back to their cross

THE LOVE OF GOD

Let me not hide this truth, of happiness behind my minds, when everything is so peaceful, and have nothing to worry about, even if i cant fight for my own self, i know i have the love of God. Let me write this text you though you might not have noticed this love that never fades so strong that it never dies even in midest of enemies in that darkest room full of ants and scorpions this the love of God

Poetry

The cost of living May cost the living Life of the living What preys on one Is a prey to another On the hunt for food The hunter gets hunted And the cycle continues A cycle that hunts us all Life is a jungle The weak is subdued Even the strong is subdued by a stronger force

Not super hero

In capes of ordinary guise, No super strength, nor soaring skies. Just an everyday heart that beats, Facing life's challenges on its feet. No powers grand, no cape that flows, Yet within, a strength that glows. I'm not a hero of comic lore, But in life's battles, I'll explore. With flaws and fears that I embrace, I'll stand my ground, find my place. No superhuman feats to show, Just determination that continues to grow.