#notitle - Hello Poetry

Nang ‘di masilayan ang iyong mukha, Ako’y tila ba nanlumo’t nanghina. Salitang “mahal kita”, Bakit ba ‘kay hirap sabihin? Nakita ko ang iyong litrato, Kailan pa naging ganoon kaliwanag ang mga ngiti mo? Na para bang ito’y konektado, At kumikislap ‘yan mga mata mo. Abutin mo ang aking kamay, Halina’t sabay tayong maglakbay, Laban sa mundong puno ng lumbay, Ikaw at ikaw pa rin, Ang nais na makasama, habang buhay.

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC

annerprx

Walang Pamagat

Nang ‘di masilayan ang iyong mukha, Ako’y tila ba nanlumo’t nanghina. Salitang “mahal kita”, Bakit ba ‘kay hirap sabihin? Nakita ko ang iyong litrato, Kailan pa naging ganoon kaliwanag ang mga ngiti mo? Na para bang ito’y konektado, At kumikislap ‘yan mga mata mo. Abutin mo ang aking kamay, Halina’t sabay tayong maglakbay, Laban sa mundong puno ng lumbay, Ikaw at ikaw pa rin, Ang nais na makasama, habang buhay.

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Sad people and dark shadows in a multi-leveled palace of misfortune, aversion to anything, internal hostility towards everyone, my mask exposed to a test of time... Will I endure? I do not know. I run away to the farthest corners of my palace, to hide from the world.

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Sep 6, 2017

Sep 6, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC

konkubina_polkrwi

No title.

Sad people and dark shadows in a multi-leveled palace of misfortune, aversion to anything, internal hostility towards everyone, my mask exposed to a test of time... Will I endure? I do not know. I run away to the farthest corners of my palace, to hide from the world.

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I... don't love you. I... don't know you.

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May 29, 2016

May 29, 2016 at 9:00 AM UTC

marhia-cruz

Untitled

I... don't love you. I... don't know you.

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I always think of her at night, the loneliness has time to spread from my heart to my brain to tell it what I miss and who I need.

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Apr 16, 2016

Apr 16, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC

killerbluebell

Untitled

I always think of her at night, the loneliness has time to spread from my heart to my brain to tell it what I miss and who I need.

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it seems to be a split whether a title is significant or not while poems are written freely, a title requires much thought a meaningful title which embodies the piece as a whole or perhaps a non-intrusive title to present the work is the goal to place trivial importance on an irrelevant aspect of presentation but some may see a meaningful gesture that requires much contemplation there are those who see titles as creative outlets that require an imagination unbridled however that is a point that is tough to argue when so many poems are still called Untitled

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Mar 8, 2016

Mar 8, 2016 at 11:37 PM UTC

pedrogarcia

Nontitled

it seems to be a split whether a title is significant or not while poems are written freely, a title requires much thought a meaningful title which embodies the piece as a whole or perhaps a non-intrusive title to present the work is the goal to place trivial importance on an irrelevant aspect of presentation but some may see a meaningful gesture that requires much contemplation there are those who see titles as creative outlets that require an imagination unbridled however that is a point that is tough to argue when so many poems are still called Untitled

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Lately she's felt empty, raw emotions. The only thing that made her feel alive were the razors pressed hard on her skin. She then knew that very second she wasn't as dead as she felt.

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Mar 9, 2015

Mar 9, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC

paulette-martinez

Trying to live

Lately she's felt empty, raw emotions. The only thing that made her feel alive were the razors pressed hard on her skin. She then knew that very second she wasn't as dead as she felt.

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