#bookpoemchallenge
bato-bato sa lawak ng langit
hinde tamaan wag magagalit
sa aking apat na sulok ng panitik
mensahe ko sa quadro ay hitik
ang lihim sa likod ng lalim
may gintong butil na di patitigil
lantaran man ang talinghaga
patagong kaway agwat ng kataga
sapagkat sa bawat pag-ani
ng parirala sa aking balarila
muli ngang sisibol itong binhi
at para sa kanya...ako ay nag-punla
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
there are skulls and ghosts
and an aura of death
and the king, he walks still
along the rooftops and gallows
until helios chases him dead.
and ophelia, she went gasping
beneath the weight of her thoughts,
finding air only in death.
and hamlet, he screamed his lungs out
before taking his mother's legacy
and drowning in her blood.
and if you think for too long,
you'll learn the real poison is...
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
I'm not just 'fine'
I'm fine and.....
I'm fine
As in I'm alive
The 'and' is for everything else
I'm fine and...
Sad
Fine and...
Lonely
Fine and...
Scared
Fine and...
Worried
Fine and...
Stressed
Fine and...
Dying
As you can see,
That silent 'and' in
"I'm fine and..."
Is very important
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 8:11 PM UTC
I want to give you my heart
So you will know my passion
I want to give you my love
So you will never doubt my loyalty
I want to give you my hands
So you may hold them in your own
I want to give you my eyes
So you will see they are only for you
I want to give you my smile
So you may share in my happiness
I want to give you my secrets
So you will know that I trust you
I want to give you my soul
So you will know I have held nothing back
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 3:57 PM UTC
A number cannot describe
what it felt
to die
A portion was taken
and you
weren't even shaken
My body is but a number to you
but I
refuse
You now hold a piece of my heart
all because
I wasn't smart
A fraction is all I have to hold,
and honestly?
it's getting quite old
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
Fall on me
I've been waiting for you
Grab my hand
I won't let you go
I'll hold you dear
This heart beats for you
Don't fear
I won't hurt you,
no one will...
Let me kiss you
and your doubts away
I'll be with you
I won't leave you
I'll wake you
from the nightmares
that haunts you
There'll be no other
Only but you
So come to my embrace
I'll leap from heaven for you
If you'll fall on me
and take my hand,
don't let go...
They will try
to keep me away from you
They'll destroy me,
and the love I have ..
only for you...
But I won't let them..
So trust me...
My heart is yours
You hold the key,
key to my paradise
If you'll let me fall
all on my own
Hell, prepare for me..
for I lost my only treasure
Darkness will soon consume me
Let the fire swallow me
Let the beasts have me
They are now prepared
To shatter every piece of me
Destroy every hope I have
And bound me in chains
So I'll be ****** forever
won't reach my Heaven no more
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 1:53 PM UTC
A threat as thin as the love between us
As thin as the promises you gave
A threat as thin as the coffee you made me that morning
As thin as the cup that broke when it hit the floor
That morning
A threat as thin as that other girl you were seeing
As thin as my own confidence
A threat so thin that you can’t even call it a string
So thin that you can barely see it
So thin that it barely exists
So thin I’m not even sure it’s there any longer
So real that it keeps us apart
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
*I cannot think of anything to describe you
& yet each day and every night
my mind occupies you
I don't know if this is my whole imagination
or it's just my heart that skips a beat
when every time I see you.
This whole track of reproducing
my insanity feeling, why oh why
must it be you?*
*Is this normal?
Is this a human fate?
or is it just me who always*
think *of you, when you're not?
Why oh why?
This is so crazyyy!
or is this too much for me?
Is this what they called
"like"? or perhaps more than that;*
love?
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 6:49 PM UTC
For you I've got no more worries
For you I've got no tears
For you I've got no respect
For you I've got no gifts
For you I've got no heart
For you I've got no soul,
partly because I'm a ginger
For you I've got no letters
For you I've got no words
For you Iv'e got no sign
For you I've got no objects
For you I've got no sheets
For you I've got no eyes
For you I've got no time
For you I've got no recognition
For you I've got everything.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
"Court, you can't die with him. You have to let go."
But what if I need to?
I can't go to that coffee shop without losing my ability to breathe, as if I was hanging next to you.
I can't listen to "Chasing Cars" with thinking about lying next to you and forgetting the world and myself.
I see your cousin at school and I see so much of you in him.
I can't go to the movies without wishing our fingers were intertwined.
I see flowers on the side of the road and all I can remember is your parents in all black kneeling at an alter in prayer.
Snow globes, hot chocolate, super hero movies and all the things that reflect us pull me through our timeline and remind me that I can't bear to look at rocks without seeing your name in that stone.
I can't drink coffee without tasting your vanilla kisses.
I can't look at ropes or strings or laces or ribbons without seeing your body hanging from your ceiling.
You used to leave me with smiles and stupid jokes but on October 13th, all you left me with was our history. And now its slowly carving my name into a rock and that's all I've ever known about letting go.
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
Thank you
For the body that has defined, gleaming muscles
So lined and lean, like fire and rope all twisted into you
Thank you
For the hair that it constantly slicked back into that perpetual wave
The sideburns that come down to your chin and turn into stubble
Thank you
For the awesome acting
And insane explosions you can walk away from unharmed
Thank you
For the face that could make angels weep
That holds so much beauty that I crumble inside
Thank you
For the accent that takes on a lilt from Britain when you aren't on set
A hint of something else enriching the tone
Thank you
For being 40 something
Because otherwise you wouldn't be safe from me
Thank you
For being Hugh Jackman
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
All I have
Is
Everything
I have ever and will ever
Need.
Want not
For want is
As useful as plastic
For sealing in freshness of fruits
You were about to enjoy
Anyway.
Eat up,
Drink slow,
There is more to learn than know
And I
Am so grateful
To be a cell
In this
Whole.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
brittle thoughts,
in fragile times.
brittle bones
and stick and stones,
leave marks upon
the mind.
speak softly,
to the broken heart
speak gently,
to the shattered mind,
lest we leave,
a generation,
of maimed souls
on the road behind.
kindness becomes
the creed ...
each to another,
for under each man's skin,
beats the heart of brother.
and ideology
is just a thought...
hard pressed,
in overdrive...
be not a drone
think now,
outside the hive...
to the individual,
that lives within.
the one with
little, brittle
thoughts,
residing,
hiding,
biding,
to break,
the soul
and ****
the hope.
shatter
the mind,
find the rope,
take the life
and cause
strife.....
so speak softly, talk gently,
create hope, nurture life become unity, in this
and every life.....
or brittle anger wins...
like a vengeful voodoo
master with a swag of
pins...
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
They say I'm off my hinges,
That I'm spiraling into nothing
And welcoming insanity with open arms.
The voices sing me songs
About love and loss,
Of great battles
Fought at the birth of dawn
And others in back alley ways.
They whisper dark things
Along side the melody of light...
They tell me I'm off my hinges
But who's gonna believe a voice under the bed...?
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 5:16 PM UTC
God-King of the Heavens;
usurper of the throne of Saturn-
his Father,
the Titan-God of Time and Agriculture.
Saturn:
the personification of Time.
Also known as Chronos; Odin.
But, back to Jove-
that is to say, Jupiter:
archetype for Masculinity.
To some, the true Patriarch.
He's said to have once called himself YHWH,
but some know him as Yahweh, Jehovah, or Allah.
Others swear he goes by Zeus or Ammon,
and yet others, by Thor.
Or, perhaps
that name brings to mind
the largest planet in our Solar System.
The fifth from the Sun,
and largest by mass and volume:
Jupiter alone has 2.5 times the mass
of all the other planets combined.
It has a diameter of roughly 11 times that of Earth,
or about a 1/10th of that of the Sun.
I venture to say
that the Scientific and Mythological namesakes
both tend to have a similar temperament
and gravity
for they who are caught
within his sphere of influence.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
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The challenge I created. Check it out #bookpoemchallenge
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 9:07 PM UTC
The sun isn't present today
tears are streaming down their faces
not a story to tell
my stupidity has emerged out of the blue
I was supposed to write a poem about the word "the"
but unfortunately all I could think of is the misery I am in
after I boarded a time machine and travelled into the past and realized that I wasn't present anymore
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
Thinking of parks, gardens, and yards..
Not a single minute of wonder
Not even a street to wander
Sitting in silence at home,
Not even a window to look out of
Not a single door to open
Imprisoned in the darkest place
a person can dream of
Just wishing I could have a glimpse,
of what the world looks like
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:22 PM UTC
Its wild in here
yet so peaceful
your love has made a forest out of me
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 7:18 PM UTC
in my mind
we played by love
red roses
and sweet words to speak of
but
in your mind
we played by points
each new lie
another check on your score board
and
yes I know
that when I go
this game will turn into something
much more
still
no matter the blood
and guts that may spill
I'll take that
rather than losing this to
you
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 2:57 PM UTC
[for Ellie's book poem challenge]
In last,
the brat
pointed
to the slate,
to the grid
chalked there.
"And then
he found a way out
of the maze!",
he said,
and as he spoke
he erased a line
in that last square.
He smiled,
toothless,
to his best friend:
now
both of them
had it wrong
but that cage
of loneliness
was open wide
- at last!
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 3:30 PM UTC
When you were interested in me,
I didn't know how to react
Was I gonna allow you to deeply see?
Or just pass through the facts?
I didn't know it then,
but both choices had their consequences.
I chose what I thought was the best for me,
but was it really?
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 2:26 PM UTC
Hey everyone,
I'd like to propose a challenge.
Grab a book, any book, and open to page 49.
6th line.
5th word.
Make a poem, and use that word as its title.
Be sure to make sense, and relate the topic to title!
Tag your poems as bookpoemchallenge so I can check them out. I'll be sure to like, comment, add to collection, share the poems which I enjoyed reading.
Best of luck.
Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC