"dioniso" poems
*Who would have thought
your smile would create butterflies in her stomach,
your words would become music to her ears,
the look in your eyes would be her cravings?
And who would have thought
she has this kind feelings for you?
The smiles she get from you,
the prayers she has said,
the silent act of care she tried to give,
and the love she would like to show,
are the things you will never know..
For some things are better kept hidden.*
-Steph Dioniso, January 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 2:36 AM UTC
Love, I will wait for you like Jacob did.
He waited for Rachel and some things he bid.
To God I pray for a longer patience,
for in the future this will make a difference.
Love, I will give you friendship like Jonathan to David.
The relationship we'll have is that one that's "blessed".
You will be loved by me, as my own soul.
It is God that will make us whole.
Love, I will stay by your side like Ruth to Naomi.
Being apart won't happen, for I commit everything to Thee.
Every step of the way I will be with you.
Together, the heart of God, we'll both pursue.
Love, I will be faithful to you like Hosea.
Trials will come, but we have the Alpha and Omega.
I will show you my full loyalty,
and to God I will bring you closely.
Love, we will grow old together like Abraham and Sarah.
The fire of love in us will burn like magma.
I will make a covenant with you,
and it is something that I will hold on to.
Love, it is God who will be in our center.
It is the love of the Lord that will make us better.
The future I will have with you will be a great journey,
for we are loved and guided by the Almighty.
-Steph Dioniso, March 03, 2015
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
People see my futile side,
how I hold on to truth so tight.
People heed to words I say,
and some are amaze while I pray.
People exalt the things I do,
and how I respond to crucible too.
But
People should see how I stumble,
or how at times I mumble.
People should see my real cry,
and how I try myself to be denied.
When people see the goodness in me,
and when I'm actually unworthy,
there I hide at the back of the Almighty.
-Steph Dioniso, August 23, 2015
Aug 24, 2015
Aug 24, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC
Sevilla es una torre
llena de arqueros finos.
Sevilla para herir.
Córdoba para morir.
Una ciudad que acecha
largos ritmos,
y los enrosca
como laberintos.
Como tallos de parra
encendidos.
¡Sevilla para herir!
Bajo el arco del cielo,
sobre su llano limpio,
dispara la constante
saeta de su río.
¡Córdoba para morir!
Y loca de horizonte,
mezcla en su vino
lo amargo de Don Juan
y lo perfecto de Dioniso.
Sevilla para herir.
¡Siempre Sevilla para herir!
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