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 Mar 2017
the lost girl
You
Like crystal  *****
You could separate my light
To million colors
To still make me feel alive
But I was dead inside
Like a little kite
Lost in dark
Suffered and afraid of hight
But somehow
You tought me to glide
Trough wind
Trough the streams
To reach my dreams
 Mar 2017
Adele
It all started in the town Warwickshire,
within Stratford-upon-Avon
a magician invented a spell
a thaumaturgy from Ovid's
magnum opus and Holinshed Chronicles
that whispered an image
of kings and battles
which turned into a game of bewitchment!

Hail the Globe Theatre
where the throng gathered
and witness the sorcery
ensorcelled by the conjurer
though spell cast into ashes
and turn dreams
into a nightmare

Yet, 'Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.'
The summary of master Shakespeare's life. The last quoted line is from 'The Tempest', his last solo masterpiece.
 Mar 2017
the lost girl
I wish I could
hold memories in my arms
and cry until the dawn
said you'll love me till death
death never came I can still
feel your breath
I still try to smile
but don't ask me anything
I can't even talk
not because I'm sad
but maybe I became mad
said you'll love me till death
but I could never tell
that I'll love you not even till death
but also when I struggle in hell
I would only call your name
 Mar 2017
the lost girl
The dirt on our shoes
Is not because we're poor
We are only rude*
Ruining all the rules
 Mar 2017
the lost girl
we are lost..........................and we want to die
as the dust.........................has covered our lies
first we killed..............................all our dreams
and we built....................our hopes on streams
we are gone..........................but still too young
we just run....without knowing what's wrong
we just try.............................. to have some fun
and live our youth
till we die young...
 Mar 2017
the lost girl
tidal waves may seem brave
but they never can leave
because of the grave
so if you want to seem bold
you can shout or scream
but it won't work
first break the chains
that you hold
then stop walking in the way
that you've always been told
 Mar 2017
the lost girl
If you've got no heart
Then never try to
Describe art.
 Mar 2017
Druzzayne Rika
Poetry connect lives ,
each word
fill a canvas with
different shades .
It draws the outline
of many emotions .
The art drafts
the stories of lives
people all around the world
 Mar 2017
Sjr1000
he won't shut up
when he's around
he wants to write everything
keeps on formulating phrases
hallucinating
couches into flying carpets
swearing that he's seen
the ground from the sky

The Poet
we never know what he's doing -
turning black sheep
into heaven
he's stuck on the inside
looking out

The Poet
he won't shut up
but when I really need him
he's no where to be found

when he wants what
he wants
in these poems of his
I know I'll wind up
embarrassed humiliated and forlorn

The Poet
when he's around
he won't shut up
he keeps going on and on

And when he's gone
Silence.
 Mar 2017
Crissel Famorcan
Sa minsan kong paghawak ng isang panulat
At sa sandaling panahon na mata'y idinilat
Masakit na katotohanan ang sa aki'y sumambulat
At mga katiwaliang di man lang maisiwalat

At kaya nga nabuo ang una kong tula,
Punong - puno ng emosyon na pawang mga luha
sa kahabaan tila ba naging dula,
Dalawampu't limang berso:pawang may tugma

Hindi ko alam kung bakit at paano
Sa mga isyung pambansa,wala ngang alam gaano
Pero basta't tinamaan ako ng inspirasyon,
Biglang gumagana itong imahinasyon

Mga salita ay rumaragasang tuloy - tuloy,
Parang tubig sa ilog,walang tigil sa pagdaloy
Nag - uumapaw sa kaisipan at sadyang matalinhaga
Tunay na nagmumula sa puso ng makata
 Mar 2017
Crissel Famorcan
Noong mga panahon na akoy natutong mangarap,
Sa puso ko ikaw na agad ang hinanap
Hindi ka nawawala sa aking hinagap
para sa iyo,kakayanin ko lahat ng hirap

Nang tumuntong ako ng sekondarya
Ikaw pa rin ang gusto at wala nang iba
ikaw ang tanging saki'y nagpapaligaya
Ngunit sadyang mapaglaro ang tadhana
Nang ako'y malapit na,inilayo kang bigla
Sa guhit ng palad ko, bigla kang nawala
Naglaho ka nalang na para bang bula

O kay sakit isipin aking mahal
Aking mga ilusyon di na kayang magtagal
hinahangad kong mga parangal
Tila mananatiling isang mahabang dasal

Madalas ko ngang nadarama
malapit ka nalang talaga
pero hanggang pangarap na lang ba?
Dahil sadyang maraming humahadlang
Kahit na pag -asa ang pananggalang
Sadya kang ipinagkakait sa akin
Pilit kang inaalis sa aking landasin
Kaya't patawad kung susuko na ako
Pagkat di kita makakamit kahit na anong gawin ko !
On a distant summer
a girl walked four miles
to sell fruits at the haat
and mowed by the May heat
fell asleep on a patch of concrete.

The noon dusts played around her
sleep little girl rest your feet
the winds will play you a song
refresh you with dreams so sweet
the walk back home won't be long.


The sun had slid the shadows grown
when opened her dream dazed eyes
there she was at the haat all alone
her fruits in the basket had dried.

She had dreamed a round dime
clutched in her palm
colored gold with her wish

she had slept thru the time
and when the winds calmed
held nothing to buy home a fish.

Time has flown those dusts far away
years have grown her wise
yet when the winds blow lonely in May
her tears she cannot disguise.
Culled from real life, I thought of writing it for an adult mind, but ended up doing it for the child in me, or maybe, there's really no dividing line.
(Today I complete four years on HP, thanks to all my poet friends for being with me on the journey)
 Mar 2017
phil roberts
When I was still young and fresh
A million years ago
I walked on edges
Always on the edge of something
Something wild

Bright lights and long nights
Lots of laughter and music
Always music
Singing with the band
Dodging the flying glass
When fights broke out
Howling to the moon
Oh, wild indeed were we

All shadows now, alas
Visions from an addled brain
Pubs, clubs and smoky dumps
Leave no turn unstoned was the cry
More fun than fundamental
And fundamentally flawed, it was
A couple of hours sleep 'fore the day job
With eye-lids stuck together
And walking into walls
But still I wouldn't have swapped it
For all the strait laced straight faced
Wealth in the world

                                 By Phil Roberts
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