Baskadia

A feeling

So often I smile without a course, and get lost in the moment laughing alone. The felicity I have is so sone, so that I laugh alone without a joke. All this wode because of persist intuition. A feeling without dimensions and edges yet in description can exhaust all pages, and on the surfaces its my ignition for instinct. A feeling that is very exciting, yet a rumor says it can be easily be extinct. A barrier of active and passive is fine margin. A feeling of perceptions and impressions. A feelin

In the tall grass

Warning: This is a dark poem, some people might be triggered, others comforted, read at your own risk

flowers in autumn

In autumn's gentle embrace they bloom, Flowers of every color, dispelling gloom, A symphony of petals, nature's art, Whispering tales from the heart. Amidst the golden leaves, they sway, A dance of beauty in the sun's last ray, Bold and fragile, a paradox so true, Capturing time's essence in every hue. The air grows crisp, the days grow cool, Yet the flowers flourish, defying the rule, For in this season of change and decay, They remind us that beauty never fades away.

I Am With You

In the shadows dark or sunlight's gleam, I am with you, a guiding beam. Through trials faced, you're not alone, I am with you, steadfastly sown. When winds of change start to blow, I am with you, a calming flow. Through stormy seas and skies of blue, I am with you, forever true. In laughter shared and tears that fall, I am with you, through it all. In moments of joy and sorrow's strife, I am with you, your constant life.

Forbidden

012 I'm a fish with gills, And swimming is my skill. You're a bird with wings, With the air you do your thing. I'm always looking up at you, While you look down at me. No matter how hard I try to reach, I can't and end up hurt. I'll die if I go with you, Because I can't breathe above. You'll drown if you go with me, Because water is your weakness. No matter how hard we try, We can't be together and just end up hurting each other. For our love is forbidden. The love that shouldn't happen in the f

Haunted Dreams

I had this problem of having nightmares early this year to the extent of not sleeping.I was afraid if sleeping but poetry kept me moving Writting out what and how i felt really helped me alot. Thank you poetry.

love

In the realm of love, my heart took flight, A melody of emotions, pure and bright. Boundless passion, like an eternal flame, Love's enchantment, I can never tame. With every beat, my heart whispers your name, A symphony of longing, a burning flame. In your embrace, I find solace and peace, Love's sweet surrender, a divine release. Your touch, a gentle breeze upon my skin, Ignites a fire, a love that's never been. In your eyes, I see a reflection of my soul, A love story written, destined to unfo

Underwater

Everything went dark before my eyes I tried to take my last breath But my lungs filled with water That seems to be the end The last thing I remembered Was how I slowly sank to the bottom of the pool And passed out A sinking mermaid What a stupid situation I just wanted attention Because my parents ignored me since childhood

Beautiful Beyond Compare

A page from Superstar's Rhymes from The Songs of Lexicon about Belinda's true form.

Poem on name Harika

In the fields of gold, Where the sunflowers sway, There stands a girl, so bold, Harika, is her name. With hair like silk, and eyes like stars, She walks with grace and poise, She tends to the crops and mends the bars, With her gentle, loving voice. She sings to the wind, and the wind replies, With a symphony of sound, And in her presence, all the world sighs, With love that knows no bound. For Harika is not just a girl, But a force of nature too, She brings light to the world, And makes all thin

These thoughts...

Have you ever been driven mad by thoughts?

To the rose that is red.

To unending love, to an enduring heart. "To the rose that is red," is a tail about a lover that never finds his true love but this never stops him from continuing to search for it.

That which was supposed to bring warmth

What is this? This pain in my heart Why is it there? Because I gave away my heart That which was supposed to bring me warmth Brought me pain She who was supposed to help lick my wounds Became the source of my pain It's funny how life is Having relationships in life Simply is not easy It may be worse than being alone in life Words Of The Betrayed Songs of Lexicon LEXICON'S LEXICONS

QUESTIONS

How can you appreciate love When you have never experienced hate How can you appreciate satisfaction When you have never experienced lack How can you appreciate the beauty of nature When you have never experienced blindness How can you appreciate the sound of music When you have never experienced deafness How can you appreciate peace When you have never experienced war How can you appreciate success When you have never experienced failure How can you appreciate light When you have never experien

Overwhelmed

i wrote this poem a while ago

Atheism : Truth is like poetry, and most people hates poetry

Atheism is a belief system that holds that there is no deity or deities. It is often contrasted with theism, which is the belief in the existence of a deity or deities. While atheism is not a religion, it is a worldview that many people hold and it has a long history. Atheism can be traced back to ancient Greece, where philosophers such as Democritus and Epicurus rejected the idea of gods and instead advocated for natural explanations for the universe and human existence. In the modern era, athe

The New Modernism Fate

This poem is written by Jennifer Dowson from United States of America. Poet's photo is attached with the poem. 🔥

Summer breeze

The winter comes, In the disguise of a rainy day. I felt so cold, I can't make you stay. You gave me, a short-time warmth. a love I thought, would stay in my arms.

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

Let me spit these rhymes first, before I get, to the points, and topic worst, Then the pick, of your crimes, sicking artist, to rehearse, From the core, sweating pore, swearing shore, with the daily chore, To study, with a buddy, for a lady, to be daddy, and be quite shady, With the quiet passion, tearing nights, with compassion, wearing whites, onto mansion, Gearing diet, with a pension, while hearing, me right from, the pension, Cheating the bloody, diddy tension, to beat the Jade e-invasion,

IF HEAVEN HAD VISITING HOURS

If heaven had visiting hours, I would talk to God like I talk to myself, I want to see him shrug when I tell him I'm losing faith. I want to watch him stay quiet for a while, and say, God? What's on your mind? If heaven had visiting hours, I would take a stroll with Jesus when I feel depressed, I want his hands on my shoulder when I pour out my heart so I can look up in his eyes and say, you feel me right? cause friends are supposed to feel each other. If heaven had visiting hours, I wish we cou