"dionisio" poems
Sa kulay-kape **** mga mata,
nakita niya ang kanyang halaga.
Ang iyong ngiti ang silbing niyang liwanag,
nagbigay sa diwa niya ng tatag.
Yakap mo'y kanyang tahanan,
siyang nagbibigay ng gaan.
Hindi man mabigkas ng bibig ang salita,
siya'y kuntento na sa iyong gawa.
Ika'y isang wikang walang tinig,
ngunit sa kanya'y isang magandang himig.
-Steph Dionisio, September 09, 2015
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 6:27 AM UTC
You said that she's beautiful like a garden.
Filled with glowing beauty;
drenched in the warmth of sunshine.
But little did you know,
this beautiful garden has grown wildflowers.
They are in every corner, even on the path.
And the time you noticed these unwanted flowers,
you stepped on every blossom and left the garden.
-Steph Dionisio, March 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
I have found myself related to Gomer;
yes, I am also a hustler.
She had relationships with different men,
while I engaged myself with my own selfish plans.
She slept with them for so many nights,
while I slept with selfless thoughts, unaware it wasn't right.
She had correlation thinking it was alright,
while I linked myself with faulty motives and to it I delight.
We were ****** in our different ways.
Unrighteous deeds we both had praised.
It corrupted her mind and body,
while it made me a ********** spiritually.
In the midst of my unfaithfulness and cruelness,
I have found love and forgiveness.
For love came down and bought me with a price,
showed me the beautiful meaning of sacrifice.
The blood of the lamb cleansed and restored my impure soul.
An enough reason that makes me whole.
-Steph Dionisio, December 02, 2015
Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
I recall how you tried to peek.
You were there with us,
and you hardly speak.
It was me who made a move,
for us to become friends.
Then something between us improved.
The bond became so tight,
and that was you whom I looked for.
Those were the days it seemed so right.
Your feelings got deeper;
you assumed for more.
Hoping for things to become sweeter.
I began to be opened and it felt good.
I strived for something new, but...
it became complicated and we misunderstood.
Then a day came,
where everything was so silent.
No whisper of each others name.
The feeling that once became mutual,
is now forgotten.
By words, things could become fatal.
No, I don't regret that kind of relation,
for somehow it taught me numerous things.
And by the next time, it won't be another temporary affection.
-Steph Dionisio, May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
The strings
the way I pluck it
gives extra strength
to my soul.
The notes
I try to read
drives my thirst
spirit.
The lyrics
I write in a paper
expresses every single
emotion.
The music
I hear and I make
mends shattered
feeling.
But
The passion
I have
and truly love
seems fading.
The comparison
I get from others
is breaking every
notes.
The people
who are showing that
I am no good
made my paper empty.
Discouragement
scrapes the willing
and hoping
heart.
-Steph Dionisio, July 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC
Our eyes have met in an unexpected way.
He had caught my attention,
and I started to behold.
Things became a bit puzzling;
but I kept myself descrying.
As I perceived for so many days,
weeks, months...
something in me unfold.
Things were revealed;
then it showed complicated scenes.
As I closed my eyes,
he showed up in my dream.
My heart beat for him;
it felt good and seemed true.
A tiny part of me loved him in a land of
fantasy.
Then I woke up-
I am back in the reality,
where my feeling for him is like forbidden.
Now I couldn't wait for another night,
to love him in my dreams.
-Steph Dionisio, May 28, 2015
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
*You are trying to be the lead;
like a famous book
that people will read.
Wanting to get the title of "unbeaten",
no single thing to you is hidden.
You are favored because of thy name.
Overwhelmed by the sound of fame.
Be watchful, you big-headed;
there are things that you devastated.
-Steph Dionisio*
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:23 AM UTC
Together, they built footprints on the
sand, mud, clay, floor
and even on each other's heart.
They took thousands of steps
to keep love running.
Then one of them stopped.
Perhaps,
tired
wearisome,
running became senseless.
They both knew,
it won't keep going.
As they separated ways,
one, took a hundred steps away.
While the other, for only one step away,
and still hoping for a familiar footprint to follow.
-Steph Dionisio, August 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 2:16 AM UTC
Beautiful soul is what you are.
In some dark days you are my star.
You are an extension of God's love.
I can't deny the fact that you are blessing from above.
Everything of you is a part of me.
Your beautiful side is what I always see.
You are a person who fights for what is right.
And sometimes this cause you to cry at night.
Since before, you've been always thoughtful.
I saw the times when you became fearful.
Deep down I felt the tears you've shed,
and courageously to God you prayed and pled.
The time I met you was one of the best-
the best time to say that I am blessed!
We both know that I am not a perfect friend,
but you offered me something that will last 'til the end.
Fun things are what we always do.
Remember the days when we tried to fly and climbed trees, too?
I remembered a day when you cried a lot,
because you were playing and had a deep cut.
Rainy days! One of our favorite days!
We were excited to run and play.
Laughing, running, throwing mud.
We even tried to play in the flood.
Impossible things became possible to us,
There were many things that we liked to discuss.
We became fake animals and superheroes.
We had a pet frog- oh yeah, we were weirdos!
Each day was a time to had fun.
We didn't care about the heat of the sun.
We embraced every bruises we had.
Friends come and go- we were always glad.
Now that we are grown ups and at our 20's,
no more plays and doing important duties.
Memories and friendship will remain the same.
Some things about us, now I acclaim.
Dear best friend, I pray and hope all the best for you.
I and God will always help you to get through.
Let's look on forward to what is best,
and stick together, for we know that God will do the rest.
-Steph Dionisio, February 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 3:18 AM UTC
He left her with a tight hug,
but her soul stung.
He left her with unsaid words,
but her heart shattered.
He left her in the most tranquil way,
but it made her broken.
She couldn't find the answer,
but she knows, silence is a killer.
-Steph Dionisio, August 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
Being your friend makes me feel blessed.
Distance between us cannot make me love you less.
Our culture and religion doesn't matter.
You are a beautiful friend and a good brother.
Everyday I am praying for you;
whether you are feeling good or blue.
Cause all I want for you is to be happy,
and make this friendship deep like a sea.
Someday- somehow, we will see each other.
I hope by that time our friendship is stronger.
You are someone who are loved by many.
Most especially loved by the Almighty.
Thank you for being my "net buddy",
and at the same time for being my dear besty.
I'm hoping for more talks with you,
cause every time we do it feels like there is something new.
You deserved this poem I am offering,
because of the happiness you're bringing.
You will always have me as friend,
and that's the one thing that will surely won't end.
-Steph Dionisio, December 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
How could I keep myself away from admiring you so deeply, when the breathe of my heart is dying to know you deeply?
How could I run away from this disturbed emotion, when you to me is a beautiful distraction?
How could I make myself believe that I am only daydreaming, when every words you say my heart is pounding?
How could I end this reverie?
From your beautiful soul, I cannot flee.
-Steph Dionisio, October 08, 2015
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
You speak to me in Your own way.
You know if I'm okay or feeling gray.
You know exactly what words to tell me.
You are the One, that I want to be.
You speak to me through different people.
You are telling me that I have always someone to call.
It may be friends, family or neighbors;
someone I can share life's beautiful colors.
You speak to me when I'm alone.
You can even see when my heart groans.
I don't know how You give me rest,
but one thing is for sure, Your way is the best.
You speak to me through difficult times.
You're pushing me up when it's hard to climb.
I know You're telling me to cling onto Your Words,
even when things look so absurd.
You speak to me even if I don't talk to You.
It is still my heart that You want to pursue.
All You want for me is to be happy-
to be loved by You and win the victory.
You speak to me in so many ways,
and for some reasons I don't hear what You say.
But You never get tired of speaking daily.
I know it's Your way of saying You love me.
-Steph Dionisio, September 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 7:33 AM UTC
*You to me are totally nothing,
but you gave me a look with something.
I wondered what you were thinking;
was it the same as I was feeling?
I knew that you were reading my action,
and I was trying not to give an emotion.
I wanted to know your impression,
but it was just a thing that doesn't need an explanation.
Perhaps, someday- somehow,
our eyes will meet again.
Something unexpected might suddenly happen.
For now let us keep it hidden;
wait until something in us awaken.*
-Steph Dionisio, July 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 10:16 AM UTC
A solitary place
in the middle of nowhere.
Great distance from perfection.
The horrible look is incomparable.
Covered with dirt;
no marks of hope.
The shadow of dark
surrounds every part of it.
Abandoned
Hopeless
now unknown
deserved to be gone.
Then a man came,
from a paradise.
The place awaiting to be destroyed
given a dot of hope.
Pleased
Optimistic
and for some reason
the man stayed.
Alone for years,
the man removed every single dirt.
From irrecovable
it turned into something
abrupt.
It can be "something"
from nowhere.
Unforseen
A day approached
the man said goodbye.
Away
the place still looked beautiful.
But
it has no value.
Empty
Unworthy
The changes are insignificant.
Certainly it needed more than
how it looked.
Even so, its new beauty
without the man
remained
a solitary place.
-Steph Dionisio, July 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
To you,
who's feeling empty,
whose life is lost in the sea,
who's broken into pieces,
whose body is full of bruises,
who's full of hatred,
whose love has just faded,
who's behind the bars,
whose night has no stars,
who's suffering from sickness,
whose spirit is as its weakness,
who's in so much pain,
whose thoughts can't be explained,
who's having a troubled heart,
whose living is like an unattractive art,
who's thinking what this life means,
whose soul is unclean,
who's filled up with this world's love,
whose eyes aren't focus above,
who's just waiting to die,
whose eyes are full of sighs,
You must have cried hard,
for your life's scarred.
No reason for you to be merry,
and all you want is to be set free.
May this season be a reminder to you,
that love came down for you and yes it's true.
Jesus the Son of God was born for you,
to save you from sins– a priceless rescue!
He will be the hope of your heart,
the One who will give you a beautiful start.
Today, choose to look at God Almighty,
and He will be an enough reason for your heart to be merry.
-Steph Dionisio, December 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
This giant eye
let's you see every thing.
Steals your heart
while you are smiling.
Showing sky 'til you stun,
pauses every second.
Takes your breathe away
by showing lights on display.
Yet, after giving a good spell,
it will just lead to farewell.
-Steph Dionisio, July 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
I still remember that sad day, it was May 24, 2013;
the last time I saw you with the body that so thin.
You looked so weak and your eyes were scared.
You held my hand softly- I wasn't prepared.
I hated the way you suffered a lot.
But I've witnessed how you bravely fought.
It has been more than a year,
but what happened are still clear.
Oh hundreds of days are passing by,
You know I love you that my heart can't say goodbye.
Though now I know you're in the best place,
I still miss the moment when we don't have space.
Last night I saw you- in my dream.
You were wearing green and your smile gleamed.
I ran so fast and hugged you tightly.
I knew to myself that I miss you so badly.
I guess it God's way of saying, you are in peace,
and dreaming of you is saying, my love for you won't cease.
Seeing you in my dream is good enough,
believing that you're with the Lord is more than enough.
-Steph Dionisio, October 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 6:47 AM UTC
Her lips try not to utter a single word about you,
and her heart is restraining from letting you feel it.
So she hides your name in every poem she makes;
where there is freedom to say that–
your smile gives her warm,
the look in your eyes is her weakness,
your touch leaves verses,
and your presence is an embrace.
You are the beautiful idea of her poetry–
the reason behind her glee.
-Steph Dionisio, January 11, 2017
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 7:13 AM UTC
My life was occupied with many things.
My mind was overwhelmed with thoughts.
I drowned myself with trifling feelings,
and made myself forgot of how beautiful
things could be.
One night, as I was doing my thing,
I got ****** took a deep breathe and stopped.
For a moment, I looked up.
I saw myself under the moon,
where its light shines brightly.
My life paused for awhile.
I stared at the moon and then closed my eyes.
I felt peace within.
Then for a short time I've realized,
that when you see yourself engaged
with tons to do,
try look up and take a breath.
For the meantime, forget the things,
and let yourself appreciate the calmness in you.
-Steph Dionisio, June 02, 2015
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 6:11 AM UTC
It just came into my mind, to write you something.
Though you don't deserve, and to you I am nothing.
Oh hundreds of days passed us by,
and I still remember that look into your eye.
You know, I was caught by your charm.
Oh how I wanted to be in your arms.
But it feels like a forbidden thing,
so I did what is right, to you I didn't cling.
Here I am, with my pen and reminiscing.
I can till feel the thrill- I am still smiling.
One day I hope to see you around,
I want to be enraptured by your sound.
However, there might be someone who owns your heart.
And perhaps, for you it is a beautiful start.
I will be delighted and won't demand for more things to happen.
To see you...just to see you again- I will be truly gladdened.
-Steph Dionisio, Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 6:57 AM UTC
Levanten sus copas
que hoy la suerte
se cierne a la botella
Dionisio pagó con sangre
el trago amargo de la pérdida.
Laureada la seda que envuelve
el óbito de tu destino,
sobre el tinto que ateza de luto tu pecho
atribulan sus enemigos
en la cómplice oscuridad de un bar olvidado
que arrulla en secreto la muerte bajo un mar de Ginebra
Que aguarda entre mentiras al
íntimo ritual que sienta el pulso
y añeja el vértigo de tus palabras
Petaca en mano que enciende tu aliento
desgaja tus venas de oporto y ron
y pinta de sanguinos matices
la náusea ...
que apacigua el lamento
de tu Ménade solitaria
que entre espectros alcoholizados
maldice el acre juicio del azar
Danza macabra que
funde sus lenguas profanas,
en la misma apática letanía
Maldita esa noche de julio
parda como el veneno que rezuman tus vísceras
parda como la trama endeble
que corrompe tu hígado enfermo
Maldita la sed en tus ojos vidriosos
negros como el nectar que escancian la Nísiades
en la viña de tu cárdena mortaja.
Maldito el recuerdo
que aún te ve
Sentado con beoda inocencia
donde van a morir las ratas
y un perro viejo sella
con vos su pródigo pacto secuaz
Que entre pitada y pitada
escapan a vos en susurros los versos del turco Jayyam
batiendo suspiros al aire
flotando en castillos de alquitrán
Que pensando en la muerte
borracho y con voz cansada
solías preguntar
¿Habrá allí una pizca de lima que bese
el salitre de sus dedos renegridos?
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 1:31 PM UTC
*She was undeniably warm.
The spirit in her is as balmy as summer.
A soul brimful of hopes and desires.
Until a sudden day came,
when everything feels bleak and inexplicable.
Fear created a room in her.
The tangled mind she has is devouring her spirit
and she started losing spark.
Things are slowly becoming halfhearted in her eyes;
even prayer becomes a tough battle.
Her mornings are frigid.
Her smile turned into misery.
The cold vibe she's facing,
made a winter in her heart.*
-Steph Dionisio, August 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
A wild flower grew from nowhere
and so her feelings for you
As dark as night without the moon
that's how you see her desire for you
Even if she walks ten thousand steps
she will never reach you
A grain of sand— that's all her chance
But would you believe she still prays and hoping?
She's make-believing
-Steph Dionisio, October 02, 2015
Oct 2, 2015
Oct 2, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC
You are her perfect definition of almost.
The lost piece of puzzle,
the half-done painting;
the imperfect photo.
You are her unfinished sonata,
the music she can never sing
and the song that can never be played.
You are her unread pages and torn sheets.
You are her unfinished poem-
her untold thoughts;
the scribbled words in her paper.
You are the unrevealed story-
the almost lover.
-Steph Dionisio, November 14, 2017
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC