Baskadia

HEART OF MAN

The heart of man is sensational. The heart of man is emotional, it is magnificent. The heart of man is cruel. The heart of man is either fragile or desperately wicked. It signifies the nature of human cos man's attitude and characteristics is as a result of his heart. Every step he takes is from the thought he thinks, cos as a man thinks so he is. The condition of his heart is as a gives birth to what he vomits out of his mouth and exhibits. Should the heart be in a good condition, he pours or r

Different Worlds

A poem that brings to light the different worlds that we live in. Taken from different worlds from the Songs of Lexicon.

Seldom

I was lonely one night and an inspiration came,so i thought of making that thiught into words. You are never alone out there,trust me

One more

QUOTES BY ALEXIS KARPOUZOS

Quotes by Alexis karpouzos

The Blooming Love

The season is right I can smell the rains in the air It's time for my love to bloom again

My Name Means Darkness

Short Poem about Depression

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

Love Unknown

Written thoughts of how it feels to be in love with someone not existing.

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)

Castle on the Cloud

034 Agony is the description of my life, a word that's my everyday's companion. My sleeves are always wet, not because of the water nor rain, but of my overflowing tears. But I seldom dreamed of a castle on the clouds. There, I have someone to hug me when I'm afraid. There are foods to eat when my stomach's grumbling. There are blankets to warm me during the night. At the castle on the clouds, I was not hurt. I don't have bruises nor wounds. I don't have dirt nor molds. I don't have an empty sto

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Failure

Failure, oh failure, you haunting friend, A bitter pill to swallow, a bitter end. You lurk in shadows, ready to pounce, And when you strike, it hurts like a thousand ounce. You bring with you sadness, you bring with you pain, You make us doubt ourselves, you make us feel insane. But maybe, just maybe, you're not so bad, Perhaps you're just a lesson we should have had. For in your wake, we often find, A newfound strength, a clearer mind. We pick ourselves up, and start anew, With a better plan, a

Broken

A poem that describes my whole emotional state 🥺 .... like if you can relate

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

In His Life, I'm Not the Female Protagonist

In a world of tales, where each heart's a book, A girl believed, with a hopeful look. That everyone's the lead in their own rhyme, She, too, the star in her own sweet time. Through life's story, she danced with glee, Her spirit waltzing, wild and free. She thought, "I'm the main, the shining one, In the story of life, I'm second to none." But one day, a twist, a plot untold, A love story with edges rough and bold. She glimpsed his eyes, a captivating sight, Yet, in his world, she was out of sigh

America

This is a poem about America, past, present, and where the author wonders about the countries future as impacted by the proliferation of TV. (and now, by extension, social media) Written by my father in 1990, posting with permission after his passing.

Mother's Longing

I dedicated this poem for my son, now in heaven. I want to express my feelings trough this poem.

YOU + ME

This poem tells a short tale of the character’s inability to balance loving him/herself and loving others.

"In the Shade of Simplicity: Ode to the Poor Man's Grace"

In a world of riches, where gold's embrace, A tale unfolds of a different grace. A humble soul, with dreams unfurled, A son of toil, a gem, the poor man of the world. In tattered clothes, his spirit unbowed, Through life's harsh storms, he has plowed. With calloused hands and weary eyes, He seeks solace under vast, open skies. No silver spoon, no fortunes vast, Yet resilience within, steadfast. His heart, a treasury of dreams untold, In the symphony of struggle, a story unfolds. With every sunri