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Magsyatika
Magsyatika
24/F/Nowhere A girl with a loud mind and a silent voice
I’m the type to believe That love is something fast, something quick You’ll know it the moment your eyes meet But that didn’t happen At least for us, it was different My heart just started to beat to a weird rhythm Slowly, carefully, scared of what could be But then steady, like a love song Devoiding my mind of what could go wrong It was terrifying, and I was crying But you held my hand like I wasn’t dying So maybe this time I’ll try living - and maybe soon, loving.
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Apr 7, 2025
Apr 7, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
A slowburn type of love
We met in the worst possible way,
 Two hearts left broken, led astray.
 You said, "You know what? Love isn’t real,
 So let’s just start to play." No longer was she the lover girl,
 Who believed that love’s a twirl— 
A dance, a whirlwind romance No longer was he the gentleman,
 Who buys you flowers, who takes your hand,
 Someone who believes love’s something grand Because they’ve both loved someone before,
 Built a home, then closed the door,
 Both left crying on the floor So when they met,
 They didn’t believe
 That love was something they could give So they just played—
 There’s a spark, “It’ll just fade,” they said
 Because they met each other in their worst state,
 Not expecting love to find a way.
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Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
I wish we met differently
I will die on this hill Of never letting you know how I feel Because that’s just too silly I don’t know you really You’re a figment of my imagination A man of my own creation A newly made hyper fixation Maybe a fleeting fascination Yet I think of you in the quietest nights Building stories, chasing distant lights But it’s safer to keep this all concealed, Because how can you hurt, what’s never revealed?
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Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 12:19 AM UTC
A figment of my imagination
Ang nais ko lang naman ay iyong maging tahanan Sa tuwing ika’y nasasaktan, nanlalamig, at nahihirapan Kaya’t bakit ako’y ginawang panandaliang silungan? Iniwan at kinalimutan nang natapos ang ulan
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Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 12:12 PM UTC
Nang natapos ang ulan
The greatest pain is felt When the physical tears are gone And they think that you are fine ‘Cause they don’t see the broken soul That’s weeping deeply inside
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Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 10:19 PM UTC
What is pain?
We both live Two worlds apart I live, not worrying about what tomorrow brings for right now, everything’s okay He lives, lonely every day, but holding on for a better someday I live for what is here, close to me, something I can reach, someone I can touch He lives for what will be, far away, something he will reach, someone he will touch I live for the daily laughters, the ongoing memories, afraid of what is to come He lives for that better day, somewhere far away, forgetting to live in what is now We both live two worlds apart That’s why we forget to meet In the in-between Of what is now, and what is to come
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Aug 6, 2020
Aug 6, 2020 at 7:30 PM UTC
Two worlds apart
Don’t worry, it’s okay To hit the pause button Whenever it’s too much You can’t hit replay You can’t fast forward But you can take a break Then you hit play again When you’re ready When you’re better So you can fix what You wished to replay So you can live on And move forward
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
Pause
Mahal, tahan na Di mo kasalanan Kung hindi ikaw Ang pinili niya Mahal, tahan na Di ka nagkulang Di niya lang batid Ang iyong nararamdaman Mahal, tahan na Di na magbabago Ang sakit at pighati Na ramdam ng ‘yong puso
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Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 10:21 PM UTC
Tahan na
Every day she walked Trailing people she loves Wishing they’d look back Give her a glance Or stop for a little while Though they never did So she begun to collect scraps Like pieces they left over Or trash they throw at her Useless little things That she kept as mementos For when she goes to sleep Because she believes Its a little better To have a piece of them Than nothing at all
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Jul 8, 2020
Jul 8, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
She collects scraps
Everyone loves the sun Who brightens everyone’s day They talk about her light, her warmth, her radiance on display She’s perfect, they always say But what happens when The clouds begin to form When the sun’s brightness dims and out comes the storm? She’s still there, isn’t she? But why isn’t she loved the same way anymore?
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Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 1:41 AM UTC
The Sun