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Beneath the twilight’s soft embrace,
I wander through dreams of you—
A universe of fire and grace,
Where every star sings a love true.

Your eyes, like distant galaxies aglow,
Illuminate the corridors of my heart,
In every whispered breeze they bestow
A promise that we’ll never be apart.

Your voice, a river of tender notes,
Carries the secrets of the ancient skies,
Where love in every fleeting moment floats,
And time in your eternal presence lies.

In the garden of our shared desire,
Roses bloom with fervent, crimson fire,
Their petals drenched in passion’s refrain,
A symphony of longing, free of pain.

So let our souls entwine in endless flight,
A dance of shadows, light, and fervent grace,
For in this sacred, ever-blazing night,
Our love becomes the cosmos we embrace.
Maria Leslie Mar 27
It's tiring to cry too
Sometimes you have to stop crying too
Because sometimes you also need to be happy and make yourself happy
But you should know when to stop

You don't need to cry all the time
Even if you are hurt hour by hour and day by day
Even if you hide the tears
There are still sorrows in your eyes and there is a feeling of sadness in the air.

But there's something inside you that wants to be free
Just hide all the tears in your smiles and show others that you are happy
Try to hide your sadness
With them you will also forget the tears for a while

Put aside tears and sadness when you are with other people
Think about yourself first
Have fun, work and get on with life

Then you just release everything at the right time and season
When you have a chance, you will cry again
Think and heal the wounded heart inside

Fight even for yourself and your job
No one else is there for you but you
Only “You” know your true feelings inside, pain and tears
You and God know that and understand

When you feel discouraged
Take your time to rest your heart
Endurance of feelings with him God at the top
Take strength from him, not from your failures and defeats
In the thick of it, you won't lose if you cling to him.

keep it a secret, I know
Those are just tears behind the smiles
No matter what time you think and remember the things that cause tears will appear

Sometimes you secrete the tears first
It's not necessary that you always cry in front of them, right?
There's no need to inform right away, right?
It's not always that they know you're crying and show them, right?

It's enough to cry alone
show that you can and you are a tall person
Strong in achieving your dreams
You can handle it behind the tears you hide.
Carry it despite the hidden tears in your heart.

God is with you in your pain and tears with him it's no secret.

************

"𝕊𝕚𝕜𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕃𝕦𝕙𝕒"

Nakakapagod din palang umiyak
Minsan kailangan mo din tumigil sa pag iyak
Dahil minsan kailangan mo din maging masaya at paligayahin ang sarili mo
Pero dapat alam mo kung kailan ka titigil

Hindi naman kailangan palagi kang umiiyak
Kahit oras oras at araw araw kang nasasaktan
Kahit maitago mo man ang mga luha
May mga lungkot parin nababasa sa iyong mga mata at may pakiramdam ang himpapawid sa kalungkutan

Ngunit mayroon sa loob na gusto mo ng makalaya
Itago mo nalang sa mga ngiti mo ang lahat ng luha at ipakita sa iba na masaya ka
Pilitin mo sarili mo itago ang lungkot
Kasama nila makakalimutan mo din saglit ang mga luha

Itabi mo muna ang luha at lungkot kapag kasama mo ang ibang tao
Isipin mo muna ang sarili mo
Mag libang, mag trabaho at magpatuloy sa buhay

Saka mo nalang ilabas lahat sa tamang oras at panahon
Kapag may pagkakataon ka saka mo na iiyak ulit
Isipin at gamutin ang pusong nasusugatan sa loob

Lumaban ka kahit para sa sarili mo nalang at sa trabaho mo
Walang ibang taong nanjan para sayo kundi ikaw lang
Ikaw lang naman ang nakakaalam ng mga totoo **** nararamdaman sa loob, sakit at mga luha
Ikaw at ang Diyos ang nakakaalam nyan at nakakaintindi

Kapag napanghihinaan ka ng loob
Tibayan mo ang loob mo
Tibay ng damdamin kasama sya sa taas
Sa kanya ka kumuha ng lakas huwag sa mga kabiguan at pagkatalo mo
Sa may kapal hindi ka talo kung kakapit ka sa kanya.

ilihim mo man yan alam ko
Nanjan lang yan luha sa likod ng mga ngiti
Kahit ano oras lalabas kapag inisip at naalala mo ang mga bagay na sanhi ng pag luha

Minsan isikreto mo muna ang luha
Hindi naman kailangan na palagi kang umiiyak sa harapan nila diba?
Hindi naman kailangan na ipaalam agad diba?
Hindi naman palagi na nalalaman nila na umiiyak ka at ipakita sa kanila diba?

Tama na at sapat na ang lumuha mag isa
ipakita mo na kaya mo at mataas kang tao
Matibay sa pag abot ng mga pangarap mo
Kayanin mo sa likod ng mga tinatago **** mga luha.
Buhatin mo sa kabila ng mga nakatagong luha sa puso mo.

Kasama mo ang Diyos sa mga sakit at luha mo sa kanya hindi ito sikreto.
Written: 10.26.2024
Savva Emanon Mar 26
In the quiet chambers of the soul,
Where whispers weave and echoes roll,
A sacred bond, a whispered vow,
Between us two, sealed here and now.

No eyes shall see, no ears shall hear,
The tender truths we hold so near.
For this must ever be our thread,
Unbroken, though by time misled.

The world may beckon, loud and grand,
Its curious reach, its prying hand,
Yet what we share, they'll never see,
A universe gently spun silently.

Oh, how the stars conspire to hide
This luminous fire we hold inside!
A treasure buried, rich, unseen,
In fields of shadows, evergreen.

Your voice, a song no bard could sing,
Your touch, a feathered, fleeting thing.
The words we speak in twilight's glow
Are whispers only we can know.

No keys can turn, no locks shall break,
The solemn oath we dared to make.
Not even time, with ceaseless tread,
Can strip this secret we have bred.

Between us flows a current deep,
A river dreams itself to keep,
And in its depths, the truth shall stay,
Unmoved by night, untouched by day.

Let others chase the fleeting gleam,
The transient glow of waking dream.
For ours is hidden, vast, and free,
A realm that lives with only thee.

And so, this secret, bound in grace,
Will linger in our timeless space.
A covenant no eye can see,
Just you, my heart, and only me.
Copyright 2025 Savva Emanon ©
The Poets Loft is my new YouTube Channel.
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Jay Mar 24
I write of love, my words soft as blooming flowers, outshining the silence. They drink from my verses, offering praise, yet never seeing through hollow eyes. They trace my ink with their pens, searching between the lines, yet always missing the rot woven into the rhymes. I only ever meant to heal, to imagine a world that would never falter. But as echoes tremble and shatter, the voices grow louder in my wake. Hearts lie broken along my path, split and bruised, marked by both my hands and the words I chose. The tales I spun, the dreams I wove, just layers of silk concealing the screams of the past. Each whispered line, each lullaby sung, was a betrayal wrapped in delicate deception. I thought I gave my all, shining bright, yet I only ever left them shattered and cold. A poet’s sin, unknowingly blind. Now, the weight of it all is too much to bear, even my own hand too heavy to hold. The ink thickens, choking the page, my verses darkened by buried rage. I once believed myself gentle, kind, a guiding light for even the quietest of minds. But I was blind to the wounds I inflicted, to the trust I fractured, left to wither in the dark. Each tear they shed, I was the reason why. I swore I loved, I swore I cared, yet I was the reason they were afraid. I was begged to change, yet failed to see where the cracks needed mending. Blind to the truth, I led them further away. And now, regret clings to me like a ghost, whispering of what could have been, of a future where things might have been okay. Every poet holds a secret, buried deep within their lines, whether the ink glows faint as a whisper or bleeds dark as sin.
Sanama Mar 13
In public,
I wear it well —
A mask of smiles,
Words sharp and light,
Jokes like armor,
Eyes that never seem to waver.

You see the me I've crafted —
But not the pain,
Not the struggles,
Not the tears,
Not the humiliations I've endured.

All of it — covered, hidden by:
Persona, protege me ab ulterius hominibus qui de me ridebant, semel ostendi infirmitatem meam, et ideo omnes non solum curaverunt, sed etiam me contumeliis affecerunt.

But with the mask,
All seems like fine, smooth glass —
Perfect, flawless,
Untouched.

Yet beneath that glass,
Cracks grow deeper,
Thin lines of truth,
Splitting under pressure.

Waiting for the moment
It all will break —
And when it breaks,
Will they see me?
Or just the shattered pieces?
Will they reach out,
Or step on the shards?
Will I be free,
Or filled with insults of my weakness?

And so, I wear the mask.
I hide it like an art — like a brush of paint, covering every crack and shadow. A mask painted in smiles and light words, hiding the pain and weakness beneath.
i am a literal thinker
something not verY useful for a pOet
for everyone else writes Using metaphors
and Dreamlike language that i dOn't kNow how
To replicate
Unless i caN somehow teach myself to
write like a poet Does
i will forEveR be loST in this ethereAl world
but at least everyoNe will think i
Dont truly mean what i say
People in real life take me too seriously. But people here don't take me seriously enough
ChinHooi Ng Mar 3
I remember the rain, heavy on our umbrellas,  
the scent of wet earth as we walked,  
silent, yet knowing.  
You handed me the slippers first,  
a small kindness that opened a password door in my heart.  

In our classroom filled with murmurs and pages turning,  
you sat in the last row,  
your glasses catching the fluorescent light and time,  
your hairband keeping time with your movements
You were a tomboy, you said,  
but to me, you were softer than the world allowed.

A quiet building, an empty hallway,  
fries shared between words that meant everything and nothing
The pull of something unspoken  
led us up the stairs, past the classrooms where fans hummed  
to a moment that rewrote us.  

Afterward, we laughed in daylight,  
separate yet tangled,  
our conversations shifting between equations and longing.  
You had friends; I had you in the quiet.  
And then time carried us away,  
first to different cities, then to different lives.  

You reappeared in pixels and midnight messages,  
a voice from the past steadying me in my new world
But distance is a slow tide,  
pulling even the strongest memories apart
I spoke too much, stupidly shared too much, or maybe just enough,  
and you drifted again,  
this time with no promise of return.  

Now, I hold you in flashes
the rain, the fries, the hush of a stairwell,  
the echo of a name I can no longer address.
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