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elaizabanasig
elaizabanasig
Filipino My goal is God Himself, not joy nor peace, nor even blessing, but Himself, my God.
she wants to say good bye to the shouting the daily shouting the sudden shouting the surprise shouting that buries her dignity though she's not involved every single day holiday morning night midnight, too maybe in heaven there is no shouting only love and good mornings maybe in heaven they won't hurt each other disrespect each other rather honor each other happy to see in the morning the family you dream to live
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Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 6:05 AM UTC
the sound of
Ayos lang naman Le na sa panahong ito ka nasaktan Sa panahon ng kawalan walang kasiguraduhan Hindi mo naman kasalanan na ngayon ka nya iniwan hindi mo naman masisisi na hindi ikaw ang pinili tinanong mo kung lilipas rin to baka bukas? siguro... baka sa susunod? siguro... baka sakaling mawala bumalik ang sakit o ang pag-ibig? ano ang pipiliin? wariy parehas lang din ang sakit. puno ng kawalan walang kasiguraduhan walang patutunguhan
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Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
Para kay Le
Nakabibinging katahimikan Nakaririnding paninindigan Ikaw aking Ulan Mabanggit nino man Hindi masilayan Pag-ibig hanggang laylayan Hinati ng kasalanan Ala-ala nating tangan Tangan-tangan ng nagmamahalan Ikaw, aking Mahal Nawa'y magpagal.
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC
Silka
When I don't talk about you, When I don't tell the world of your love, When I don't seek you or praise your name, I feel nothing. for when you created me, and when you came down to tell me, that when you became a man to die on the cross, that's when you gave me a life filled with purpose, so when your love came down to give me a crown, it's when you became my portion, my savior, my king, and my everything. I will always be selfish. I can never say I loved you first. But I know for sure. Without you, I am nothing.
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
IAN
Once upon a time, I met this star in front of the cross one morning while praying the star caught my attention I thought it didn't notice me but every time I pass by this star every time we're in the same vicinity It never fails to give a glitter glance at me and I to it Many times it's the first one I see when I open my eyes after praying It never failed to bid hello It never failed to throw a smile It never failed to give a stare that says it cares One day I saw my star dancing with a diamond star the star he's been dancing with light years beyond and back I waited for his caring glance and still caught it the diamond star casts a glance at me as well a glance so sharp my eyes hurt I had to close them I tried to close them tried to not seek his glance for surely I'd be burned again the diamond star enveloped our sky our cross our vicinity suddenly my star faded
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 4:28 AM UTC
The Legend of the Star that Faded
Today I didn't think I'd let go of something truly dear to me. My favorite umbrella. The first umbrella I didn't lose or break. I bought it with a special someone. Held onto it even when he left. I felt like it was me. It was overturned and threatened by strong winds and falls, graciously protecting it's Master under the strong heat of the Son, and from the batting of the Reyn. It served me well. I also, did well. We survived two years of wandering actually running three next month, but Umbra just had to go unexpectedly found a diversion when we saw a legless old woman whose old wheelchair is slowly being pushed under the heat of December. Her old man wearing a cap, and she, wearing a small towel on her head. Traversing the highway perhaps coz of the fare they can't afford. Slowly nearing us. Umbra came out of my bag. Jumped out quickly but gripped me to bid me a final goodbye. My hands thinking between taking a last picture of my umbra and feeling her last grip. Then the old woman smiled. Umbra shook her hand. And let me go. I bowed to both Umbra and the grateful lady. My eyes followed their acquaintance. the sight of the lady's delight while opening Umbra seeing Umbra at her most beautiful- like a butterfly sprouting her wings regretting that I didn't wash her as planned had I known we'd part unplanned Surely I will miss my Umbra but I am utmost proud that finally she has found a purpose full of purpose
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Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 12:45 PM UTC
Umbra
And this sheet asked me about the happiest 10 seconds of my life I didn't know what it is until I had to answer that it's that humid Friday night when I was surrounded by pineapples milk carrots and rice along with busy grocers on that opening night I lost you for a while then so I looked around calmly... calmly searching around to see where you're up to feeling pretty sure that I'll find you in time but I didn't. you were the one who found me instead and shouted my name from 7 meters away. for the first time in my life, I felt Found
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Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 12:51 AM UTC
at the Orchard Road
Sometimes I feel alone not because I'm alone but because nobody has time to ask me how I am. It's always them I should care for, pamper and make happy. I miss you because you were the only one who's fair enough to ask me how I am even on your worst day. Now that you're gone, I'm back to my own. Figuring things out alone.
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May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 10:38 AM UTC
Give and Give
They invaded our land. They invaded our culture. The invaded our fashion. They invaded our social media. They invaded our fast food. They invaded our television dramas. They invaded our music. They invaded our dance. They invaded our education. They invaded our schools. They invaded our businesses. They invaded our dining. They invaded our gin. They invaded our children’s songs. They invaded our show business.  They invaded our language. They invaded our mobile phones. They invaded our cosmetics. They invaded our people. They invaded our hearts- then left. One day in the future we will be talking about the tell-tale stories of how they came, conquered and left.
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May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 7:13 AM UTC
The Modern Koreanquerors
your soft gaze in the warm sunset your whispers of good night and sleep tight your sweaty palm brushing my nape in the midst of ache I can't escape
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Feb 24, 2013
Feb 24, 2013 at 9:26 PM UTC
Tenderness