"kadin" poems - Hello Poetry

Ayoko mag mahal sa totoo lang hinihintay ko ang tamang panahon ng tamang pag mamahal hinihintay ang taong makakasama sa pang habang buhay ngunit dumating ka pinakita ang pagmamahal na hindi nakita sa iba hindi ko alam kung masaya ba ako sa aking nararamdaman o hindi lang ako handa wag kang magkamali.. mahal kita.. ngunit.. iniingatan ko ang aking puso.. ayokong masaktan takot ako magmahal. lalo na takot akong mahalin. sa lahat ng taong nagpakita ng interes o pagmamahal sa akin pag ibig mo ang pinaka dalisay sinasabi **** ako na nga.. at wala ng iba ngunit mahal... masyado kang maaga nag bitaw ng salita.. salita na balang araw masisira pangarap na balang araw... hindi matutupad ayoko magmahal.. ng taong sa tingin ko hindi ko din naman mapapasaya mahal... balang araw may mahahanap ka din na iba. taong para sa iyo taong magmamahal higit sa akin taong mapapasaya ka. sa ngayon aking nanam namin muna ang pag ibig nating dalawa hihintayin nalang na dumating ang araw na mawawala kadin sa aking piling..

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Feb 18, 2019

Feb 18, 2019 at 8:38 PM UTC

Hawke

Sa Totoo Lang..

Ayoko mag mahal sa totoo lang hinihintay ko ang tamang panahon ng tamang pag mamahal hinihintay ang taong makakasama sa pang habang buhay ngunit dumating ka pinakita ang pagmamahal na hindi nakita sa iba hindi ko alam kung masaya ba ako sa aking nararamdaman o hindi lang ako handa wag kang magkamali.. mahal kita.. ngunit.. iniingatan ko ang aking puso.. ayokong masaktan takot ako magmahal. lalo na takot akong mahalin. sa lahat ng taong nagpakita ng interes o pagmamahal sa akin pag ibig mo ang pinaka dalisay sinasabi **** ako na nga.. at wala ng iba ngunit mahal... masyado kang maaga nag bitaw ng salita.. salita na balang araw masisira pangarap na balang araw... hindi matutupad ayoko magmahal.. ng taong sa tingin ko hindi ko din naman mapapasaya mahal... balang araw may mahahanap ka din na iba. taong para sa iyo taong magmamahal higit sa akin taong mapapasaya ka. sa ngayon aking nanam namin muna ang pag ibig nating dalawa hihintayin nalang na dumating ang araw na mawawala kadin sa aking piling..

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torpe ako kagaya ng iba hindi ako kagaya ng iba na makakapal ang mukha na puro lang salita matatamis na salita sa umpisa lang palagawa puro lang dada pero pag dating sa dulo iiwanan kadin naman pala

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Mar 26, 2018

Mar 26, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC

patrickbarcelita

Oo Torpe ako pero hindi kagaya ng iba

torpe ako kagaya ng iba hindi ako kagaya ng iba na makakapal ang mukha na puro lang salita matatamis na salita sa umpisa lang palagawa puro lang dada pero pag dating sa dulo iiwanan kadin naman pala

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She was wearing red shoes, I was wearing nothing At least that’s how it felt when she kissed me With her lips fuller than a Thanksgiving meal Paper slipping through my finger, cutting like butter Gravity pulling the plasma toward the bottom of my feet Leaving behind a dark red laceration with a pulse A barrel that is 30 years old, filled with fine wine I turn the nozzle, which bleeds a perfectly ripe, healthy red And lands into a smaller barrel with a handle on its side A brown mosquito lands on its first meal. He drinks and drinks and drinks and never feels full Until finally he takes his last drink, ever, And becomes more red than brown Brighter than the ocean’s reflection of the sun, Sink your teeth in deep to the crispy skin of a red apple Then absorb what it has been producing it's whole life A bouquet of red roses face down in a trash can A man picks them up with a smile on his face He walks away but soon it won't be the roses prickling his hand Red. By: Kadin Bowling

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Sep 13, 2017

Sep 13, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC

deadboeo

Red

She was wearing red shoes, I was wearing nothing At least that’s how it felt when she kissed me With her lips fuller than a Thanksgiving meal Paper slipping through my finger, cutting like butter Gravity pulling the plasma toward the bottom of my feet Leaving behind a dark red laceration with a pulse A barrel that is 30 years old, filled with fine wine I turn the nozzle, which bleeds a perfectly ripe, healthy red And lands into a smaller barrel with a handle on its side A brown mosquito lands on its first meal. He drinks and drinks and drinks and never feels full Until finally he takes his last drink, ever, And becomes more red than brown Brighter than the ocean’s reflection of the sun, Sink your teeth in deep to the crispy skin of a red apple Then absorb what it has been producing it's whole life A bouquet of red roses face down in a trash can A man picks them up with a smile on his face He walks away but soon it won't be the roses prickling his hand Red. By: Kadin Bowling

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