Baskadia

Resilient Dawn's Grace

MIRROR, kind and true, No judgment, just a view. BED, a friend in need, Listening as problems feed. DREAM, an escape's embrace, Reality's troubles we erase. RAIN, tears from the sky, Crying with you, never shy. DARKNESS, a hidden space, Your pain it will embrace. SHOWER, washing pain away, With each drop, a brighter day. MUSIC, healing artful sound, Heart's solace easily found. GOD, a guiding light, Through the darkest night.

A poem about winter

Here's a humorous poem about a grumpy old man who doesn't want to participate in winter activities: Oh Rajab Zamstran, oh grumpy old man, Why do you resist the winter plan? The snow is fallin g, the fire is lit, But you refuse to join in the fun and grit. You scowl and grumble, you shake your head, "I won't play in the snow," you say instead. You cross your arms, you furrow your brow, Like a grouchy cat, you won't let go. But why, dear Rajab, must you be so sour? Winter's joy is worth much more.

Nigeria my pride

Nigeria is renowned for its diversity, with a mix of cultures, religions, and traditions that make up its people. Despite facing various challenges, such as poverty and corruption, Nigerians are known for their strength and resilience. They have a vibrant energy and an unbreakable spirit, which allows them to overcome obstacles and strive for a better future. This combination of diversity, and strength makes Nigeria a unique and dynamic country with great potential for growth and success.

Crazy Death

A poem to those we have lost in time past and we really miss them

Ten Counts

030 One, two, don't let them blind your views. Beware of falsehood, beware of the shimmering lies. Three, four, guard your words, speak only the truth. Don't let them mislead your tongue with sweet rewards. Five, six, break free from the shackles, the restraint of power. Don't let the greed overcome your senses like a mermaid's lure. Seven, eight, safeguard your life for only the victors can tell a story. Don't haphazardly join a fight without a plan. Nine, ten, be the face of righteousness in t

How Do You Want to Die?

A Poem by: Danje E.B

Boundaries

017 Day and night I think of you. Since the day I laid my eyes on you, Your features are engraved in my mind And my feelings for you are bound. When you smile, you take my breath away. When you laugh you made my mind disarray. I wanted to walk by your side, And in your arms, I want to reside. The way you bite your lips, And the way you hold my hips; Sends me electrifying feelings That feels like there's magic in my surroundings. I want to be with you in this lifetime And love you until the end o

In Between

035 They said, "work hard if you want to be rich," so we worked until we drop. But those hardships only worth a dime, not even enough to buy meals for the day. They said, "stop being lazy if you want to improve," so we grinded until we can't move. And yet, we are still at the bottom, barely surviving the currents of life. They said, "you are not doing your best that's why you're stuck," so we gave our all until there's nothing left. But how can we be still the same old person? How can we be stil

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

Colors of Youth

003 There are certain moments of our lives that we are the brightest. Moments that we are the bravest, persistent, and reckless. We fight for our friends, beliefs, values, love, and dreams. We gave it all, a fight of all or nothing is what it screams. Moments where we believed we can have both love and friendships, full of hopes, promises, plans and building relationships. Moments where we thought that would last forever, moments that we hoped to never end-ever. Laughters would echo on all four

The View From The Summit

010 Did you see that mountain's peak? It's so high and so hard to climb. I'm always behind its shadows and I'm so sick. But I am just me, So ordinary, I'm not strong. So I will not be able to climb that mountain peak. Did you see that high summit? I wonder how far my feet can take me there. But I'm just me, So mediocre, Far from strong. So I will not be able to step unto that summit. So I will just hide in its shadows, Never be able to see that sun ahead. I will just bury my self in my sorrows,

Selfless Soul

A heart that beats for others' sake, A mind that thinks of their well-being, A soul that gives without the take, This is the essence of selfless being. With actions pure and intentions kind, The selfless soul spreads love and light, And leaves a trail of goodness behind, In a world that often lacks in sight. For selflessness is not about sacrifice, But a way of life, a noble art, To lift others up, to pay the price, And mend the broken world apart. So let us strive to be selfless souls, And make

Don't You Ever Love a Poet

015 Don't you ever love a poet for they are a fool. Playing with deep and flowery words to write their unexpressed emotion. They don't have anything to offer. They don't have money nor gigantic castle, They can't give you your desire nor your needs. Really, they are useless. Holding a pen day and night, Conquering things with all their might. Thinking bloody words to write, Setting the candle as the light In this darkness that blocks their sight. During this midnight's cold, A poem is mold. Emot

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Poetry: Madness

This poetry is a satire on Shakespearean plays and also an urge for writing like him.

As Above, So Below

The Principle of Hermetic Philosophy

You Are My Home

Home is not a place but the one we cherish.

The Blind Old Guitarist

037 Along the dirty pavement of an old city, where each dark alleys are covered with peasants begging for alms. The blind old guitarist were cramped in the corner most of the alley, gently strumming his worn guitar, creating harmonies to get some dimes. The melody travels along the cacophony of voices, masking the reality behind the poor and dark passage. The music lives behind the curtain, overlooked by their velvet and silk dresses. T'was a horrible reality where poverty is their entourage. Th

The Tattoo On My Ring Finger (Inspired from TXT's Song)

020 Together, we bought that shiny ring, our promises and dreams, on this piece of metal cling. The smiles and laughter that we shared, the warmth of your kisses and hugs are now lost in the maze's dead-end. Your traces are gone, vanished without a trace. All that's left is this mark on my ring finger that I always caressed. Your place beside the bed feels cold, I'm missing your smell, my life feels void. The tattoo on my ring finger is now a memory, a memory where you are mine in my every day.

Live

We may not have the time we think we have.