Witness the flowers bloom, and the grasses grow green,
Sense the leafless trees that endured the winter cold,
For it remains to be sturdy and it enlivens with its bud.
Be alarmed of squawking magpie that flies above
As it's ready to swoop or **** around a shaggy head...
Nevertheless,
Many gardens are welcoming for kids to embrace
To express the nature’s serenity and its grace
Be captivated by its colours and refreshing ambiance,
Adore the spring’s picturesque, coz' it deserves your praise.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 5:36 PM UTC
I am a poet
That’s what I believe
I do write a lot
That's what I can give;
I have full of thought
But all in my head.
I am a poet
Tough with syllable
Choosy with my plot
Gold should I receive?
Funny poems I sought
For people to read.
I am a poet
Since I was aged twelve
I like a donut
To rhyme it above;
Now I just think nought
I can’t find my lead.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 11:55 PM UTC
Katulad ko, ang tao’y sadyang mapaglinlang kung minsan
Hindi lubos maisip na kayang gawin ng sino man
Sa mga nagtitiwala sa iyong karunungan
At ito’y maging sanhi ng sugat sa munting tahanan.
Ang mga nakapaligid ay apektado rin naman
Ngunit hindi kailanman na mas binibigyang-pansin
Ang mga mapanglait at mapanghusgang katauhan
Kaysa hinagpis ng mga nagmamahal na magulang.
Ako di’y nasasaktan sa kanilang pagdaramdam
Salitang binitiwan ng mga taong malapit man
Ang lakas ng loob ay unti-unting napapawi rin
‘Tsaka mag-isang nagkukubli sa loob ng tirahan.
Hirap mang unawain aking naging karanasan
Hirap ding tamuhin na ika’y kanilang tanggihan
Bunga ng kasalanan ay buong-pusong tanggapin
Akin ring susuurin kung ano man ang nailaan.
Natitirang lakas at tapang ay aking gagamitin
Tuloy pa rin ang laban sa likod ng kabiguan
Hanggang masalimuot na pangyayari’y maliwanagan
Namnamin pati ang nalalabi pang kasiyahan.
Taos-puso kong panalangin sa iyo, Panginoon
Na ipagkaloob ang hinihinging kapatawaran,
Ipinagdadasal ko ang minimithing kapayapaan
At ipagdiwang ang dalisay na bagong kabuhayan.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 10:13 PM UTC
My beloved, you drove yours, I drove mine.
So selfish! Nothing more surreal after making that wrong turn,
Which had taken us into the deep ravine, wounded and hurt.
We lived in solitude and glorified of being alone,
Surviving the pain and learning the partiality of man,
Consequences we endure while gathering our strengths,
Slowly, we are healing from our broken memories
A past that’s seared with scars; bringing forth to God for its cure.
Voila! Great things happen, we're always blessed!
No longer driving yours or driving mine,
Not even you drive mine nor I drive yours,
But take turns and trust in each other’s arms,
And to drive together following the path that God has shown.
Happy Valentine, my love!
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 5:44 AM UTC