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 Sep 2018 Sheer
Semicolon
Wilted
 Sep 2018 Sheer
Semicolon
In the end, even
wilted and withered roses,  
are, well, roses too.
Broken doesn't mean not beautiful;
don't let broken mean not beautiful.

©Semicolon
 Aug 2018 Sheer
tobi
bad poetry
 Aug 2018 Sheer
tobi
thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright
hurting is healing
 Aug 2018 Sheer
Glen Castillo
Ang mabuti sa akin ay masama sa’yo
Ang nagpatawa sa akin ay nagpaiyak sayo
Ang simula ko ay siya mo namang dulo
Ang pakanan ko ay pakaliwa naman sa’yo

Bakit nga ba kailangang magkaiba pa tayo?
Ikaw at ako na kapwa Pilipino
Hanggang saan tayo dadalhin ng kanya-kanyang paniniwala?
Hanggang kailan tayo paghihiwalayin
Ng ‘’ikaw ang mali at ako ang tama’’.




© 2018 Glen Castillo
All Rights Reserved.
Walang kapayapaan hangga't mayroong ''Ikaw ang Mali at Ako ang Tama''.
 Aug 2018 Sheer
Ivan Brooks Sr
Poetry is a blank canvas
From the start, you'll be nervous.
Remember, it's about creativity,
And styles and individuality.

Let your inner voice paint
Try your best even if you can't.
Some will be like a blurry picture
And some will even lack structure.

Some will turn up so beautiful
And some will be very wonderful.
Just choose the right color line
And let your muse shine.

Talk to it like a pretty lady
Even if it appears ugly.
Make each and every line thine,
Make it slay beyond the borderline.

Appreciate it in the morning,
Worship it in the evening.
Do it daily or do it hourly,
Do it weekly or do it monthly.

Water it like a flower
Give your words power.
Roll it like Snoop does his joints,
And smoke it like weekend's blunts.


©IvanBrooksPoetry
23/8/2018
Whatever you write as poetry, be it likable or acceptable..it's yours.
 Aug 2018 Sheer
She Writes
You asked me why I like you
But I didn’t want to tell
Some of my reasons are cheesy...
But here is why I fell

I love the way your lips curve
When I make you smile
It makes me want to pull you close
And kiss you for awhile

I love the way your eyes twinkle
When you talk about things you love
I truely believe
You are a gift from above

I love that you are compassionate
You have such a big heart
That was the first thing I noticed
Right from the start

I love the way it feels
When you hold me tight
I finally feel safe
Like I could sleep through the night

I love that you don’t judge me
For my less than perfect self
That is more attractive
Than any amount of wealth

There are so many more reasons
But I’ll start with just this few
Maybe someday
I’ll give this poem to you

:)
 Aug 2018 Sheer
Her
Saving
 Aug 2018 Sheer
Her
his skin like the pale
white hospital room walls
my soul like the
patient they're dying to save
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