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estelle-deamor
estelle-deamor
Waray | Writer | Wanderer / / Every day is a reason to write. / / http://about.me/estelle_deamor
Once my heart was dead Then You revived it So now it is desiring this That I will hear its beat with the same rhythm as Yours And its pumping will go as fast and slow and hard and flowing Longing for that joy when a soul comes to their knees and pleads May it break for what is breaking You, seeing this world so lost Then loving, truly loving Them whom You gave your life on the cross for Because my heart started living When You first gave life to it Now my heart is alive like never before
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 2:51 AM UTC
Cardiac
It is those nights again Just after you switched off the lights And hurried beneath your blankets You were trying to shut your eyes But then the world started to brighten up Ray of sun breaks through your broken window pane You washed your face Checking on the mirror “Okay, not bad.” Looks up at the sky and asked: “Did you talk to him today?” “Did I talk to him today?” Looks up the night sky and said: “Okay not bad.” Checked on the mirror Washed my face As soft light came through our broken window pane The world started to dim down I tried to shut my eyes Hurried beneath my blankets Switched off the lights It has been those nights again
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May 1, 2017
May 1, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC
My way of saying, good night
It is freezing here Since the last time I saw you Since your last hello
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 3:05 AM UTC
Coldness
I have never been drunk my whole life, Until today. It started with a sip, then a shot; Until I had a glass almost empty. I couldn’t stop, I needed more; Every words slipping out aroused my whole being; Every letter, every pause, every rhyme; I felt a stranger’s heart, it became my reality. My head was spinning hard, I didn’t want it to stop. So this is how it feels to be drunk. Can I have more? Please, just one more shot.
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 3:58 AM UTC
Poetry Intoxication
Ninety mornings passed Since I last wrote you a poem The sun was down since
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
Last Poetry Since
Tumambad sa akin ang rehas Na may tuklap-tuklap na nakaraan, Minsa’y puti, ngayo’y sinag na ng araw. May mga banderitas ding panlayag Siyang simbolo ng mainit na pagbati. Nakaririnig din ako ng padyak ng mga paa Sabik sa halik ng lupaing hindi naman pag-aari. Ang pagtatampisaw sa putikang May sirit ng pagmamadali. Ang pagkalampag ng pintuang walang tirahan At ako’y maiiwan, nakatali sa silyang lupain. Sampung minuto raw Sampung minuto ring tumatagas ang mga alaala Sampung minutong pagiging saksi ng ebolusyon Ng waring walang himpil na pagtatantya ng pagkakataon. Nilalatag ko nang paulit-ulit Ang mga kwento ng bawat katauhang kasapi sa kwento Sa kwento nilang paulit-ulit na binabasa Buhat sa matatapang na mga matang Hindi ko man lamang masuyo. Nililingon ko sila sa aking paghihintay Ako’y hindi kilala, bagkus binabalikan. Malaya ko silang pagbubuksan, Yayapusin ng buo kong pagkatao. Hindi ako mapapagod sa pagkukutya sakin ng kalsada Sa’king mga pagal na mga paang rumorolyo. Patuloy kong iindahin ang bawat misteryo ng lubak at patag, Maihatid lamang sila, sa panibagong kwento ng paglisan.
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
Stop Over
One of the most beautiful moments of my life is when I witness Tatay, in one corner silently, reading his Bible. Nanay, on the other side of her world silently, meditating His Word. Oh, such a beautiful moment of my life when I witness Tatay, in one corner solemnly, head bowed in prayer. Nanay, on the other side of her world solemnly, hands folded in prayer.
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC
Those Beautiful Moments
Away. You are so away. The very word that comes into my mind when I think of you— when I think of us. For years now, we have been thousands of miles away from each other’s arms. We have been used to it. This distance never came nearer. Even becoming farther as time pass, with us, treading on different directions. You are sure and happy that you are there; I am sure and happy that I am here. And so we stayed, wherever we are. Nobody wants to give up. Nobody wants to pull the other one to his or her side of the world. We both wanted to stay, from where we are— away.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 2:09 PM UTC
Away
You were sealed in a box when I first saw you I was hesitant to approach you, since you seem far beyond my reach But the red tea I’m holding don’t excite me anymore So I tried, though I’m uncertain Pouring out the hot water, your scent captivated me I felt your warmth as I held my cup And when I had that one first sip Can’t wait to have another and another So invigorating, so stimulating Moments with you made me alive again I wanted another cup of you But I had to sit back and wait At least I know, your box is now opened
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Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC
You’re My Cup of Peppermint Tea
Please, for once, just look his way He waited for this day Or else He’ll go home To hide in his tomb And write his tears away Please, for once, just give him a shot He worked hard for this slot Or else He’ll go crazy If you, he can’t marry And it’s going to be your fault
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Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 3:14 PM UTC
Please, fall in love with a poet