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Kassey Sep 28
Sa bawat araw na lumilipas
Simula ng nagtagpo ang ating landas
Hindi ko inakalang
Ang paglalapit ng ating mga mata
Magiging daan sa hindi inaasahang
Pagkakakilala at pagkakaibigan
Sa isang ihip ng hangin
Agad kang napansin
Hindi man natin aminin
Sa isa't isa'y tayo'y may pagtingin


Pilit nating nililihim
Ngunit nadarama'y
Ating diningin
Sa paglapit ng tadhana
Ikaw pala'y mamahalin
Ng totoo at labis
Lahat kayang gawin

Dumating man ang alitan
Tayo man ay magkasakitan
Mawala man ang kasiyahan
Sa piling mo ako'y laging andiyan
Pipiliin ka, kahit ano pa man
Pipiliin ka, kahit nasan ka man
Pipiliin ka, sa dulo ng hangganan
Pipiliin ka, kahit man masaktan
Pipiliin ka, sa gitna ng kalungkutan
Pipiliin ka, dahil ikaw lang ang nais
Nais mahalin at alagaan
Pipiliin ka, sa araw araw
Inspired by listening to ben&ben's "Araw- Araw"
Nichole Sep 21
hindi ko na lalagyan ng title to
para san pa
wala na din naman tayong titulo

Naranasan mo ba ?
Yung biglang may lalabas
Pangalan mula sa nakalipas
Nakakagulat diba

Kasi ang alam mo tapos na
Naka move on ka na
pero heto nanaman ba ?
Babalik ka kasi di ka na masaya sa kanya

Minsan ako'y napapaisip kung ako'y minahal mo,
At lalong kung ang nararamdaman mo ay totoo.
Higit pa nga ito sa iniisip ko.
pero pinutol ko kasi ano na ba tayo?

Alam ko sa sarili kong pampalipas lang ako ng oras mo
Na diyan ako magaling ang maging past time sa tulad mo
Tinanong ko nga sarili ko?
Sino ba talaga ko sayo?

Oo heto tayo naging masaya sa sandaling panahon
pero ako ay unti unti ng bumabangon
subalit nung nagparadam ka na naman
pinaalala mo na naman na dapat wag kitang makalimutan

Sorry na
Eto kasing tulad ko
Naging loyal sa isa
kahit wala na ikaw pa din ang sinisinta

Wag ka magalala
Darating yung panahon na
Masaya na ko sa iba
At kaya ko ng tignan ka sa mata
at ipamukha kung gaano na ako kasaya sa kanya

Siya na nagpapangiti
ng mga panahong sawing sawi
Bumangon ako
Kasama siya na bumuo sa pagkatao ko

Magiging masaya ako kahit wala ka
dahil eto siya
siya na akin talaga
hiiiii
Panashe Sep 8
She dressed up into her best smile
But it was one size too small
For it failed to cover the broken lines
That ran down her light skinned youthful cheeks
As they uncovered the darkness that lingered within.
Drowned by her own despair
She broke down bit by bit until one day she began to wreak
She wreaked of bad decisions and daring adventures.
She became a blank portrait of uncertainty
Unformed and misunderstood, an empty void of utter lack of ardour
Consumed by her silence and yet so loud in the way she walked.
For she had become obvious to the world.
She uttered, "if only the smile was one size fits all."
The Vault Aug 30
From your lips
Poetry never sounded so good
Rolled off your tongue
And into the air
And I breathed it in
A high like no other
From just words
I have always said I hate liars,
it's probably not a coincidence that I also hate myself,
they say lying is a sin,
to me,
it is a language I heard spoken so often in my home,
I have become fluent in it.
No, I am not afraid of going to hell,
I've been paying rent to live there with the quarters from the lying jar my parents started the first time I learned that my mouth is a weapon,
it's not much of a home,
but who am I to tell anyone what a home is,
the last ten years,
there is not one single place I have felt comfortable existing in,
that statement includes my own flesh,
So when I tell you that I've been living there,
I mean to tell you that my body has become a forest fire,
That the only difference between me and the Amazon rain forest,
is I did this to myself,
that humanity will not suffer in my absence,
I am down to my last acre,
I am coughing up the ashes of every person I have hurt by only using my tongue,
it is not a talent I take pride in,
it is a self-defense mechanism,
I want to believe that if a snake knew it's venom would **** you, it wouldn't bite,
that if a lion knew how your mother looked at you when you were  first born, it wouldn't feed on your flesh,
but animals act in ways that they have been taught to survive,
there's a difference between me and a lion,
I have seen the way my mother looks at her child,
the child who wasn't an addict,
so when my tongue becomes a weapon and tells her I'm sober again,
and my insides are swallowed by flames,
the only difference between my tongue and a gun,
is the intentions I have are not to cause harm,
if that was the case I would simply tell the truth,
tell me is lying a sin,
if the only reason I did it was so that no one else has to choke on the smoke of the fire I started?
japheth Aug 29
there are poetries

meant to be read,

there are poetries

meant to be spoken,

but all poetries

are meant to be felt.
Panashe Aug 28
Let it be known
Let be heard when they scream my name before the masses
Causing the ground beneath me to shake
My voice will echo the sound of greatness
All my past transgression Will be long forgotten
And l will become the the definition of the word itself
I will be renowned
For l am
I have always been
But l've only just become
So let it be known.
Let the words echo to the end of the earth
Let it be known that my presence is felt by the numbest of people
Let their eyes be open as the shock runs down their bottomless spins
For l say let it be known
Not just because I was
But because l am
M e l l o Aug 19
"Nagbago ka na"
salitang pagbinitiwan
ng mga taong mahalaga sayo
sobrang laki ng epekto
kadalasan huhulaan ko pa
kung masama ba ang pagbabagong
nakikita nila sa pagkatao ko
o maganda ba naman ang dulot nito
hindi masabi ng harapan
kaya idinadaan na lang
sa maliliit na komento
ibubulong kuno para kahit paano
hindi marinig at iwas argumento
pahapyaw lang pero
tagos hanggang buto
ang tanong, mali bang magbago?
mga pagbabagong
sinanay ng panahon
pagsubok sa pananampalataya
at temptasyon
sa huli ay natuto din ng mga leksyon
pero kahit ano pa sabihin niyo
kung kilala niyo talaga ako
ako pa din naman 'to
may ilang nagbago
pero lahat naman tayo
dumaan sa ganito
hinahanap yung totoong silbi
ng buhay na 'to?


Oo nagbago na ako.
Nahanap ko na kasi ang sagot
sa huling tanong ko.
Poem of the day. Aug. 19
ang siglong magulo
wala namang multo
pero bakit maraming nawawala nalang bigla
na parang mga multo
kinuha ba sila ng mga kulto?
nakalilito
liko sa kaliwa
sa kanan
sa kanina
kina
kian
ina

ka!
wala
na sila
alis
baka mapatay ka
yata?
KABAhan ka na
M e l l o Jul 29
hindi ko na mabilang
kung ilang beses na ako
nabasa sa ulan
may mga panahong
dahil sa aking katangahan
biglang bumuhos ang
napakalakas na ulan
may mga pagkakataong
sinasadya din magpaulan
wala gusto ko lang
kailangan ba laging
may dahilan?
simula nang araw ay
makulilim na langit ang bungad
ang payong na isinantabi
pagdinila ko'y walang ulan
na nangyayari
nagbibiro na naman ang langit
sa panahong gusto kong magbabad
at maglakad sa ilalim ng ulan
hindi lumapat sa tuyong lupa
na siyang aking apak
Poem of the day. July 23
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