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 Jan 2018 Nyah
mvvenkataraman
Don't lose your confidence
Never distrust Providence
Remove your ignorance
Accumulate tolerance

Patience is a must
Your mind, you dust
Body mustn't rust
Always be honest

Hopefully you live
In God, ever believe
The best, you give
Better to forgive

Choose the right path
To toil, take an oath
God and hope, trust both
Don't die like a brittle moth

God-faith helps thrive
As He makes us survive
Our belief, He does revive
He helps peace to be alive

Take efforts and await
After showing your might
Being happy is right
As joy, you can sight

True efforts never die
They appeal to the Sky
God keeps His eye
Upon those who try

Good luck my dear
Pursue without fear
If hard-work is here
No place for tear

mvvenkataraman
We must hope and live, The best to all, we must give, When we live with joy and mirth, We make Heaven out of this Earth.
 Oct 2016 Nyah
kahel
Kahit 'Yun Lang
 Oct 2016 Nyah
kahel
Kahit hindi na ako yung maging una o yung huli mo
Kahit ako na lang yung na sa gitna niyo
Yung pwedeng sumagot ng oo o hindi
Yung madalas mang-aya gumala o mangtokis
Ituring bilang isang kaibigan, ka-ibigan o pareho, wala naman itong kaibahan

Ako na lang yung taga-salo ng mabibigat **** luha kapag hindi mo na kaya pigilan 'to
Ako na lang yung magpapaalala sayo kung gaano ka na kalayo mula sa pinanggalingan mo
Ako na lang yung magsisilbing checkpoint mo kung sakaling hindi mo pa kaya papuntang dulo
Ako na lang yung magiging gabay kapag hindi mo na alam kung saang daan tutungo
Ako na lang yung magbibigay liwanag pagkatapos ng gerang pinasok mo
Ako na lang yung taga-sabi sayo ng "tiwala lang, kaya yan" kapag tambak ka sa dami ng trabaho
Ako na lang yung magpupulot ng bawat piraso ng pagkatao mo na nadurog sa nagdaang mga bagyo
Ako na lang yung susuporta sayo sa laban kapag malapit ka ng matalo
Ako na lang yung mag-aabang sayo kapag malapit ka na sa may kanto
Ako na lang yung magpapayo kapag naguguluhan ka na sa pag-ikot ng mundo
Ako na lang yung mapagkakatiwalaan mo na pwedeng sabihan ng mga pinakatatagong sikreto

Ako na lang. Ako na lang yung gaganap sa parteng to
Yung di ganon ka-importante, hindi din kawalan
Laging maaasahan kaya ayun, laging umaasa
Ang magbabalanse sa daloy ng kwento
Kahit yun na lang tayo; sayo.
 Oct 2016 Nyah
lilac
You approach me, and a smirk is dangling by the side of your lips.
My heart is beating, because I very much do Love you.
I'm excited.

You come closer to me, and our bodies are merely inches away,
and I can feel the contagious Smile blossoming on my face as our hands
lace together every so gently.
Your hands are warm.

You untangle one hand from me, and it's placed on the small of my back.
I'm pulled closer to you, but instead of it feeling like you're doing the work,
it feels as if a sudden force is doing it for you.
Our lips touch.

A burst of explosion is around me, just like they say.
It is Fireworks, it really is.
I am now hugging you,
pressing you to my body.

And we are kissing.
The explosions continue.

My Love for you grows stronger, and
there's nothing more I want than for it to continue,
but I know the explosions must stop soon, because I know
they will always have to.

So we do.
We pull away, and I'm breathing heavily, sparks shooting out of my mouth,
and you're breathing heavily, the words I Love You slipping out over and over again.

I tell you, I Love You Too.
a love as strong as yours makes /me/ fall madly in love with you
 Oct 2016 Nyah
David Lessard
There's nothing quite so grand as hiking,
to some secluded, green and grassy knoll;
where views show unobstructed beauty,
then I can say it's well, within my soul.

When I've reached the summit of success,
and I've realized the treasured goal;
then I can bask, in quiet satisfaction,
for it's well, so very well, within my soul.

When I ask myself the haunting question,
who it is, for whom the bell does toll;
I recall the captain of salvation,
and I can say, it's well, within my soul.

When I know, that without Him, I am lost,
when I'm aware, it's Him, that makes me whole;
then there's that peace that passes understanding,
and it is well, so very well, within my soul.

When I see waves, that kiss the fertile shore,
white-tipped water, on its merry roll;
then I have seen, a view of heaven's glory.
and all is well, so very well, within my soul.
 Oct 2016 Nyah
Ravanna Dee
Our thoughts are like an ocean.
For they make up most of who we are.
They can be very deep and vast,
And impossible to completely explore.
Sometimes you must tread lightly.
Watch what you do and think.
For there is the occasional drop off.
And with just one wrong step; you might sink.
Though sometimes it may seem scary,
Swimming in the dark and unknown...
It can also be quite beautiful,
With all that life, you don't feel so alone.
There is so many wondrous things,
Going on in our minds.
If we all just choose to open up a bit more,
Who knows what unique things we might find?
We don't seem to realize how incredibly lucky we are sometimes, to be created the way we are. It's so magnificent the things we could do if only we put our minds together! If we loved one another. If we respected one another. If more of us shared  who we are inside, without the cover up or the masks, but who we are really made to be, our stories; we could inspire so many! Imagine a world like that. It's beautiful, isn't it?
 Oct 2016 Nyah
Viseract
How do you perceive the world
A world as dark and happy,
Suppressive and full of opportunity,
As another headache or painkiller,
Or as much of a heartbreak
Or heart-filler?

Where does one draw the line
In the figurative dirt of
Trust or mistrust,
Of isolation and lust?

How have you been conditioned to view this world?
Through two windows to a compact machine
Cogs and gears turning, calculating...
What am I seeing?
also on allpoetry.com if you're interested
 Nov 2015 Nyah
Ash Rose
Tired
 Nov 2015 Nyah
Ash Rose
"Just stay strong,"
they tell me.
"Just keep holding on,"
they scream at me.
Their voices like needles,
poking me, prodding me, deflating my balloon.
******* the air out of my lungs.
In the hardest times, this is all I hear.
"Hold on,
you'll make it through this."
But it's not that easy.
Sometimes the world throws one at me,
a foul ball that I can't seem to dodge.
It takes over my life, takes control of my thoughts, my feelings.
It's not up to me, take my word for it!
I try to be happy, I try to get past it,
but it doesn't help.
All I feel is this big hole of nothingness,
a pit of loneliness in the biggest crowd,
a steel bubble separating me from the rest of the world.
"Stay with us, don't try to leave.
You are loved, you are wanted,"
but it doesn't feel like it,
because half the time, the ones I thought would stay by me,
are actually rushing to run away from me.
The ones I thought would defend me and love me,
are actually the ones whispering.
They tell me I can make it,
but I don't think they've really thought about it.
"I know how you feel,
but don't forget to never let go."
No you don't!
You don't know what depression feels like,
it's not just sadness!
You don't know how empty I feel,
it's not just anger!
You don't know that I cry myself to sleep every night,
it's not just anxiety!
You don't know why every single morning,
I have to paint a smile on my face, for the rest of the world,
it's definitely not easy.
Because I'm looked down on if I show this,
if I show any sign of having human emotions,
I am ridiculed.
So instead I have to put on a mask,
I have to pretend to be just fine,
even though inside, I've been crumbling away for years and years.
The outside never reflects the inside,
that's what I've learned.
Even when you think I'm strong,
even when you think I'm holding on,
even when you think I'm making it through this,
even when you think I'm staying with you,
I'm not,
and I'm tired of pretending that I am.
 Nov 2015 Nyah
Lizzy Love
A father's love...
whether throughout times of sorrow,
or times of glory, is all but shallow.

A father's love is a thunderstorm,
rumbling through a once peaceful sleep,
finding my awakened soul as company.
On the back porch, we seek credence,
as we share stories, and simple silence.

A father's love is a music tune,
carried from good intentions,
deep in the lungs.
Becoming bellowing blues
from a harmonica.

A father's love is rolling mountains,
as endless as eyes can see,
resonating with nature's peace.
Where he finds sacred hollows,
and gains perspective on his woes.

A father's love is a blissful brew,
aromatic, donning a frothy cover,
incredibly complex underneath.
It is a multifaceted flavor,
sweet, bitter, delicate, of earth.

A father's love is in the now.
It is there when the water is muddy;
it is there when the mud has settled,
and the water is clear.
It has nothing but patience.

A father's love...
whether throughout times of sorrow,
or times of glory, is all but shallow.
For my Dad's birthday this year :)
© Lizzy Collins
 Nov 2015 Nyah
Wanderer
Untitled
 Nov 2015 Nyah
Wanderer
It was curious to me
That he told me his deepest secrets
And trusted me
He didn't even say
don't tell anyone
He just trusted whole heartedly
Everything he had kept inside
Boiling up for years
Close to exploding out of him
But now that it is out
He never says for it to stay between us
He just assumes it will
No one has ever trusted me like this
I like it
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