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A poem written for a patriotic mean
To describe the values engraved on my genes
Words combined to express each scene
That contributes to my one patriotic theme

A country filled with different cultures and traditions
Extravagant spots for unique destination
Values and norms which enhanced my identity
To stand up straight with good morality

To farmers of the land to pilots of the sky
Each family desires for their state to be high
Not in riches but in tradition and ties
Truth and happiness lay on their eyes

Now to express my patriotic and gratitude side
Read the following stanzas and let each words guide
Nor maybe the first letters and see what I mean
I am a Filipino and that's on my gene

I am a Filipino
An individual ready to reshape tomorrow
Making each second susceptible for growth
Producing outcomes relevant to our oath

Reshaped by the morals and values of my country
Observing justice for the benefits of the many
Understanding the concept of time and space
Delivering peace in various ways

To lived in a country full of smiles and dreams
Overflowing love from land and streams
Believing on the existence of the Superior above
Entrusting everything to express an unconditional love

Allowing changes to cross each waves
Finally learning our right to save
Influenced by heroes and family ties
Letting go of predicaments and lies

Independently striving for the best
Purely challenging my heart to a test
Indulging myself to create a patriotic oath
Open our hearts for our country's final growth.
A poem for my country
The night is passing by
It's time for me to say goodbye
Leave nothing like a ghost or a phantom
Walk away without saying anything at random

The joy of being with you has already elapsed
Dreams and hope finally collapsed
Tears stream down in writing this poem
To say my final words for the broken

Agony reigns over joyous days
Watching each tears fall down while I pray
Being consumed by darkness alone
Heavily breathing while being unknown

Running away from fear and isolation
Is not a choice but a dreadful solution
Overcome the night as it swallows the wicked
Run away and leave me from this hatred.
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Shivering nights accompanied by endless fear
Attempting to find something in exchange of cold tears
Questions unanswerable by yes or no
Questions that I don't even know

Incapacitated by curiosity and agony
Maybe death is soon my destiny
How I longed to let everyone know
The wicked schemes that I can't show

But, had you ever hear the scream of silence?
So deafening that we can't even sense
Ruptured throat because of endless scream
Inflated eyes with blood on its stream

Being lost in the midst of joy and depression
Slowly devouring my ability of sensation
Enclosed by bars made of regrets
Drowned in fear that I can't forget

I can no longer feel my heart
So dark, shattered into parts
Nor feel my hands, my legs, my voice
Don't ask me this is not my choice

Now please end this constant mourning
Let the sun shine in my morning
Please **** me, I'm begging you please
Make my life come to its ease
Fear of isolation
The world which holds a hundred fold of legends
Will sooner or later come to an end
Destiny and Faith that will soon broke and bend
Of darkness conquering our faithful trend

devils go wilder as angels isolate,
Tell me, Is saving this world really too late?
If chosen generations are now held as bait
By demons devouring our human faith

Our world now filled with hate and darkness;
Are you prepared to face your darkest nightmares?
For salvation will not come and peace will evaporate
Love will turn to hate and you will isolate

A world now filled with agony and blood
Which makes anger higher than diamonds and odd;
If humanity now is at the peak of extinction
Tell me, is the destiny of this world now in the peak of destruction?
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Dividing the sky,
Into half with streaming lights.
Soaring High, Dying.
Haiku!
A soul lost in the midst of lonesome
A man staring at the blink of gruesome
The existence of zero probability
corresponding to his ruptured identity

Overthinking every morning
As a result of his unexplained mourning
Actions leading to detrimental thoughts
Enduring everything until it hurts

Occurrence of impulsiveness starts to appear
Happiness over the day starts to disappear
Certain thoughts making things unclear
Making her as the subject of his fear

His life drowned in the oceans of "what if'"
His hope desperately hanging on a cliff
A man completely devoted to a nymph
A dream only visible while his asleep

Now the day is almost ending
Another moment with her descending
Hi? Hello? Can she still recall
Please! Please... are his deepest call.
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