Baskadia

Another world

Have you ever closed your eyes and wandered inside your head only to find yourself in the wrong address Because I did These aren't my thoughts This isn't my mind I wandered too far and now I am losing myself in someone else's head, drifting away to a place no beloved one can reach to save me. The faces, the vibes, the pattern of thinking Even the colors aren't the same I once painted my world in the colors of sunset, I lit the horizon with pink and lilac flames But this, inside this mind there w

Thorns Love at first sight I saw thou with my two eyes I hoped thou brings the light.

A man hopes to find a perfect partner, and he loves someone very much. Although he expects that love can give happiness to him, but it did not happen. At last he feels lonesome.

Eirlys

000 A snowdrop sprout below the blanket of snow, Fighting the cold and letting its roots flow. Spring will soon arrive and the snow will thaw, Winter will soon end and so is your sorrow. —Eirlysss💧

Humpty

Just a poem i made up lol

Miscellaneous

I think the scariest place to be is in your 20s, Everything changes, confused on who we are and what we want, So many friends but yet we're all alone, Dying to succeed because we don’t want society to belittle us. No, we can’t cry for help because we are adults but we are far too young to understand life itself. Maybe this stage of our lives is light years away from pretty and where we find ourselves become the new us.

Dream deferred

What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up,like a raisin in the sun? Or foster like a sore,and then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over,like a syrup sweet? Maybe it just says,like a heavy load Or does it explode? What happens to justice deferred? What happens to love deferred?

Poetry co

I am a boy who lives in Colombia and my dream to be a writer, I share a poem from my book thoughts of the heart, I hope you like it.I'll be the prince who heals any wound that exists in your heart, with my tenderness I will wrap your soul.

The Red Wheelbarrow

BY WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens

Infant Sorrow

My mother groaned,my father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt Helpless,naked,piping, loud Like a friend hid in a cloud Struggling in my father's hands Striving against my swaddling-bands Bound and weary I thought best To suck upon my mother's breast

The Valence of Cynicism

Poem: The Valence of Cynicism (I)With money, love from people comes around People's interest towards you abound They want relationship with you Their interest is hidden from your view Some want  you to have intimacy with them Their 'want-back-in return' you won't condemn When they are satisfied with they want, they say outside your hearing what you are not. You want to show altruism But they depict Cynicism. (Ii) Diogenes was a character of transparency His mannerism was void of hypocrisy The tr

MA - The poem by habu

Mother is very valuable person in the whole world. In your bad time, no one will help you, there is no one care about you without your mother. So love your mother, care your mother because only she deserved it from you.Love your Other cause she aspects it from you in her every single time.

Puppet

Your beauty bewitched me, Just like a moth drawn to a flame, You pulled me and I couldn't resist And just like a puppet You made me dance to your rhythm I was a hopeless romantic A slave to your love

Spot the difference

We can differ but still respect each other

Happy birthday poem to a friend

Happy birthday to such a wonderful soul, Plentiful with love, you made it to become one more year old, Still slaying like ever before, Serving prettiness and sexiness, Hope you enjoy your day to the fullest, And this chapter will be plentiful with happiness, Happy birthday to you my friend.

My Feelings For You

Secretly In Love

I am Thankfull

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Muse

I saw this image somewhere and it inspired me to pen this short but lovely poem down, hope you like it

Life is funny so is love

It’s actually funny how we got here How we’ve framed our fragile love story into existence And how fast our chapters went by with no trail It’s funny how the aspiration of wanting you Scares the hell out of me And still choose to want you anyways

Overwhelmed

i wrote this poem a while ago

MUSIC

Music is a poem about a woman seeking the acknowledgment of her lover.