Every poem is Poem Of Hope -
From before it sits there to the final finesse,
From the slow motion stumbling and lope,
All clumsy arms and gangled legs,
To the heads-up "I Am Here" of its very first breath.
Every birth is a Birth of Hope -
Pushing upwards into the light however dark,
Crying out in joy and anguish both,
Life is poetry in a blazing arc,
From the first "What Am I?" to its fading spark.
We are Children doing childish things -
Daubing the pages of our lives with words,
Living our days in moments filled with meanings,
Every second, every hope, denying the absurd
As the last "Who Was I?" goes unread and unheard.
As often as a human's breath,
deadlines and restrictions pop up
simultaneous with emergencies
chores, and necessities...all in a fast
pace, many things are prioritized
...though, most are unnecessary and
occupy precious space in our lives...
everyday, we struggle...silent battles
and tribulations stir the soul...
for some reason, some things cannot
be changed...some people play deaf
and stay the same.....neither could
thoughts towards them, be altered...
sometimes, our ties with useless stuff,
and useless people...need to be severed.
moments come when, we've had enough
..............of rules and regulations.
...................we just get fed up...
life is short, but precious.....a part of me
....awaits a break......a cold phase,
.........when all my discontent would freeze
..............when all queasy feelings
...................this fidgeting within,
........................would turn to ice
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
(an old unposted poem from 2014)
Feed it with a smile
blossom fresh walk
Pause and wait for while
You miss something?
Yes, you miss yourself
being happy all by your own.
Take a deep breath
Jump into the ocean
of loving oneself
Make more art
Immerge into books
nourish your soul
the struggles of people
Finding you ashore
You are not alone.
Find yourself free
Minimize what you don't need
And fill it up with what you need.
Abandon the turmoil
of heart and mind
Life is too short to be caged inside
do what you need to do.
Cry, smile and laugh out loud.
Make sure you take
'You' with you
When figuring out life, we tend to forget everything and keep chasing every other thing. Let's pause and decide what can we do to change our life and do something go for others.
It feels like He is right here waiting
Yet he is just full of deceit
Just moments ago I planned for today
When today seemed like long years to come
But now Today is finally here
Time has played his trick again
I have had brief awesome moments
I have been swallowed by pain but spewed
All these moments simply varnish
And leave me with memories
Truly nothing will last forever
Today was tomorrow just yesterday
Today will be yesterday by tomorrow
Thats how tricky Time is
passing while making me feel he is here
He walks away and leaves me broken
I am wishing I never let him go
Was it me?or him?who is to blame?
While I push blames,he moves further away
Far away from me,not minding my feelings
I began to ask questions about his past
I was not the first he has cheated
Yet I found some who beat him in his game
Then I realised Time is always on the move
He simply cant stay commited to just me
But I can be steps ahead,I wont wait for Him
Im moving,no room for idleness
No room for wishful thoughts
So I accept Him back into my life
But this time,Im am smarter
I see him play his old tricks
Moving away as he always would
But I smile , knowing I am moving too
I have choosen to always be steps ahead
I agree that he is pracious and valuable
Yet cunning and always playing games
But I am not worried,two can play the game
Morning write:life is short,time is always on the move,but you can beat time.
That story in a poem
I see my naked reflection painted on the glass as I look out upon the night sky
the delicate sparkles make me smile like a little girl, lost in a daydream
The pungent smell of farmland gone bad disrupts the serenity of my scene
But no bother
I will not let the grandeur be tainted
As I gaze out at the romantic splendor
The song in the background transports me to a time when I danced with reckless abandonment
when my main priority was a game of kickball or maybe a long bike ride where I got lost in myself til the fading light of day guided me home.
Youth is never lost on the young if you pay attention
— The End —