Baskadia

Short poem

Rain drops with a desire To wash away some undesires... The cold wind flows as it has no destination Touches our soul with a sweet shiver.... Thunders struck with flash Unraveling the darkness around.... Clouds mingle with each other Creating a grey canvas of an unknown artist.... The environment dances without any tune Making our mind and thoughts sway with it....

A Fool's Tale.

Everyone's got a Fool's Tale, it just depends on when it's told.

Poem: short

A piece of jerk Following around your work. So irritating That someone monitors your work, Moves and successes And you feel their stare. And glare. Well, who cares? I live my life the way I feel. Not bothered by what you assume of me. Cause assumption is not always the truth For I know my own reasons for actions I make.

Poem 'Friends'

This is the poem of friends ,to express that friends are important in every field of life .The poem tells us that friends are important in our life and we enjoy a lot playing games which means we are same .We play together in the bright sunshine and enjoy together in sunshine.

Short poem for bird lovers

In skies so wide, the birds take flight, Their feathers painted with dawn's soft light. With melodies sweet, they serenade the day, In nature's orchestra, they proudly play. Their wings of grace, a sight to behold, In every color, a story's told. In trees they nest, in freedom they soar, Birds of wonder, we forever adore. From sparrows humble to eagles grand, In every land, they make their stand. Oh, bird lovers' hearts, forever they'll sing, For in these creatures, such joy they bring.

Monday's Beans

A poem about losing a loved one.

POVERTY #SHORT POEM_✍🏾

I cried loudly for help ...I turn round looked back Nobody seemed to answer I see only a bleak future The land of the wicked Reeling off in sobs Dignity vanished into the air... Come to me for arrogance, disrespect and wealth... said money in a proud voice

"WHEN THE NIGHT DIES" (A Short Poem by ALEX O'BOR)

From dusks till dawns The sunrise and the sun dies Everyday is smiles and frowns Time flies, Life dies and phoenix rise WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll wake-up and then embrace my labour suits Lace-up my touring boots And walk-up my paths on the soily sunny miles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll walk my dreams in due times I'll make haste whilest the sun shines And drink life from the pool niles WHEN THE NIGHT DIES I'll sing hosana hosana to the deity I'll recite my psalm-ons, for i am awake Because maybe some

The Reflection (a short story)

I found her to find myself