Baskadia

POEM

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

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

"Reflections of Inner Peace"

In the stillness of morn, as the sun first awakes, I find solace within, where tranquility takes. Reflections of inner peace begin to unfold, A sanctuary of serenity, like stories untold. In the depth of my soul, I find a sacred space, Where worries and struggles gently erase. A mirror of peace, reflecting inner light, I bathe in its glory, surrendering to its might. The chaos outside seems to fade away, As I immerse in this haven, day after day. Each breath a whisper, embracing my core, A gentl

There was a country

Once! There was a country That held hope for her people Whose leaders were the youths role models Whose people were the most disciplined Whose military were the nation's pride Whose students were the nation's erudite Whose economy prospered and flourished Yes! There was a country Whose neighbours were envious Whose citizens were contented Whose environment was friendly and peaceful Whose military strength, Was nothing compared to her neighbour's Yet she was satisfied and happy There was a countr

All the love that I forswore

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Mother's Longing

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

Tears

It's unfair I can't fight you back So I just let my tears out of the dark You've just open a faucet in my eyes Letting my angriness turn into cries But man, don't you recognize I'm just now trying to be nice I can kill you with kindness When I'm in my madness Well I guess I'm a good actress So don't let me undress

What are the Iraqi cultures and the popular cultures of the people in their regions?

Iraq is a country with a rich and diverse culture that has been influenced by various civilizations and empires throughout its history. • Music: Iraqi music is a blend of Arabic and Persian influences and includes a variety of instruments such as the oud, wanna, and darbuka. Hospitality is seen as an important virtue in Iraqi culture, and it is expected that guests will show gratitude and appreciation for their host's generosity.

A new day

There it is! The beginning of a new day Dawn arrives!!! And gives to the world A little light to sustain us And then again! It gives birth to sunrise Which according to some Is the real beginning of a new day The day gracefully progresses into noon And men sheltered about Trying to hide From the sun's hot rays Alas!! Nothing lasts forever! So the sun again progresses Slowly to the sunset Which is a short period of time Before being succeeded by dusk And darkness all over As children are tucked i

Loving you keeps on becoming easier

Loving you keeps on becoming easier Some people want to hit the rainbow nation, I just want to make you my nation. Taking you on a very romantic vacation, and have some good times in island nation. Since we became a unit, my life had a few tweaks. How I am ignoring and ditching my friends. As weird as it sounds I even missed my team’s games because your love is competing with my interests. With you emotional intelligence is growing bigger, my love for you keeps on getting deeper. As these love c

I am Thankfull

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What I wish for you

I wish to rain on you a shower of Sakura petals to keep your fire ablaze When it feels like You are in the middle of the ocean and your boat is slowly sinking down I wish to lead you to a field of sunflowers to fill you up with rainbows and sunshine When the clouds are black and you are lost and staggering in a heavy storm and I wish to give you A bonquent of white roses Whenever you let out a smile and you feel like a stray butterfly ~Zanur

Sonnet 7: will you still love me?

Sonnet 7: will you still love me? When this beauty fades will you still love me? This was her words questioning my intentions. I dwell in my mind before I manifest my Revelations, being analytical and honest not to be crème. My answer is the truth it do not decay with time for I don't want to be a subject of prosecution, and only truth will be my protection. Here is my answer for "will you still love me?" The subject of my love is the subject of your conduct. I love the peace that has bonded int

The Storm Is Over

The poem is about the peace that comes after trying time

Is That a Giant Still Wearing a Pant?

IS THAT A GIANT STILL WEARING A PANT? Indeed there was a country Now a cynical kind of Eden And in this Eden things fall apart Ties ripping apart Blamed on devil's tit for tat. Wait o, is that a giant still wearing a pant?! A grand neither where it was nor where it should be? With rivers where fishes drown or even die of thirst? Where the abnormal is normal and the normal, abnormal? Where the most expensive is cheap and the cheapest, costly? The beautiful is ugly and the ugly is beautiful? Is th

"PULL THE PLUG"

My life is now owned delusion Happiness is no longer illusion If Life is a bitch- then dig me a ditch If i pull the plug now I'll free my demons They say i'll be caged in the tunnel of Mammon But, Humans used to say 'There's light at the end of a tunnel- Still, Humans used to pray 'Master, save me from the tunnel' It calls me closer It calls me near Just once and it'll be over Death whispers in my ear. (c) Alex O'bor, 2020. All rights reserved.

Gratitude

Gratitude, oh sweet gratitude, How you make our hearts uplifted, With every moment that we breathe, You remind us how we're gifted. For every dawn that breaks the night, And every bird that sings its song, For every friend that brings us light, We thank you, gratitude, so strong. With every challenge that we face, You show us how to persevere, And with your gentle, loving grace, We find the strength to conquer fear. In every smile that we receive, And every kindness that we see, We feel your war

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

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

Shadow

Poetry