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"lovestory" poems
Our lovestory may not be the sweetest story, It may not taste like a berry, It may not be as famous as cherry, But I assure you that you are the man I want to marry! So, if the time comes that you need to choose... Please, don't let my heart be bruised Because if that happens, I'll be in a bad case of blues For I don't want to be in bemuse... For my love for you is genuine And I don't want it to be ruined. For as long as we have faith with each other, Our fate will never be bothered.
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Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
Genuine Love
Bilang na ang aking maliligayang araw. dalawa na lang. Kung isasama yung pangakong panlilibre ng lomi ng mga kasamahan sa pabrika sa unang restday matapos ang endo- tatlo. At ganito pala ang feeling ng may taning. Para kang nasa nilulumot na aquarium na walang oxygen at goldfish kang kasama ng dalawang golden arowana. Hindi ka makahinga. Sa a kinse, matuloy man o hindi ang balitang super-bagyo Tapos na ang limang buwang kontrata. Matatapos na rin ba ang hindi naumpisahang pagsinta? Tulad ng paghahanap ng mga skater sa kanilang skate park, matatagpuan ko rin ba ang lakas loob at habambuhay na hindi na? Kaya naman kaninang tanghalian, wala akong kwentong maihain sa iyo. Parang habambuhay ko ngang uubusin yung inorder kong BBQ kanin at RC. Paano ko ba sasabihing baka isa na ito sa huling dalawang tanghalian na sabay tayong kakain? Paano ko ba sasabihin na sa maraming pagkakataon na sabay tayong kumakain, nagtitipid ako at hindi naman talaga ako nagugutom. Gusto lang kita makasama kasi parang gusto na kita. Pero tulad ng inililihim kong pagtatapos ng aking kontrata Hindi mo alam. Hindi mo alam na ikaw ang dahilan kung bakit masarap ang simoy ng hangin sa loob ng pabrika kahit wala naman talagang bintana at inuubong industrial fan lang ang meron tayo. Hindi mo alam kung anong kapanatagang nararamdaman ko tuwing sinasabihan mo akong mag-iingat ako tuwing uwian kahit ang totoo, hindi natin kakilala ang kaligtasan at kapanatagan sa pabrikang walang fire exit at benefits. Yun talaga yun, hindi mo alam. Pero alam mo naman sigurong salot talaga ang kontraktwalisasyon? At maramot talaga sa mga lovestory nating mga below-minimum-wage-earners at contractual workers ang sistema ng paggawa sa Pilipinas. Sa mga susunod na bukas, ikaw naman ang mag-e-endo. Baka mapunta ka sa Savemore na tadtad din ng kontraktwal. At masnatch ang numero mo at hindi na kita matatawagan. At ako, baka sa hirap humanap ng trabaho maisangla ko ang aking telepono. At isang monumentong singlaki ng Mall of Asia ang itatayo sa pagitan nating dalawa. Kasalanan ito ni Ernesto Hererra.
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Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
ENDO
Bilang na ang aking maliligayang araw. dalawa na lang. Kung isasama yung pangakong panlilibre ng lomi ng mga kasamahan sa pabrika sa unang restday matapos ang endo- tatlo. At ganito pala ang feeling ng may taning. Para kang nasa nilulumot na aquarium na walang oxygen at goldfish kang kasama ng dalawang golden arowana. Hindi ka makahinga. Sa a kinse, matuloy man o hindi ang balitang super-bagyo Tapos na ang limang buwang kontrata. Matatapos na rin ba ang hindi naumpisahang pagsinta? Tulad ng paghahanap ng mga skater sa kanilang skate park, matatagpuan ko rin ba ang lakas loob at habambuhay na hindi na? Kaya naman kaninang tanghalian, wala akong kwentong maihain sa iyo. Parang habambuhay ko ngang uubusin yung inorder kong BBQ kanin at RC. Paano ko ba sasabihing baka isa na ito sa huling dalawang tanghalian na sabay tayong kakain? Paano ko ba sasabihin na sa maraming pagkakataon na sabay tayong kumakain, nagtitipid ako at hindi naman talaga ako nagugutom. Gusto lang kita makasama kasi parang gusto na kita. Pero tulad ng inililihim kong pagtatapos ng aking kontrata Hindi mo alam. Hindi mo alam na ikaw ang dahilan kung bakit masarap ang simoy ng hangin sa loob ng pabrika kahit wala naman talagang bintana at inuubong industrial fan lang ang meron tayo. Hindi mo alam kung anong kapanatagang nararamdaman ko tuwing sinasabihan mo akong mag-iingat ako tuwing uwian kahit ang totoo, hindi natin kakilala ang kaligtasan at kapanatagan sa pabrikang walang fire exit at benefits. Yun talaga yun, hindi mo alam. Pero alam mo naman sigurong salot talaga ang kontraktwalisasyon? At maramot talaga sa mga lovestory nating mga below-minimum-wage-earners at contractual workers ang sistema ng paggawa sa Pilipinas. Sa mga susunod na bukas, ikaw naman ang mag-e-endo. Baka mapunta ka sa Savemore na tadtad din ng kontraktwal. At masnatch ang numero mo at hindi na kita matatawagan. At ako, baka sa hirap humanap ng trabaho maisangla ko ang aking telepono. At isang monumentong singlaki ng Mall of Asia ang itatayo sa pagitan nating dalawa. Kasalanan ito ni Ernesto Hererra.
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alas otso ng gabi. nakatayo't naghihintay sa tabi. mga letterang pilit inaaninag, na ilaw ng poste ang tanging liwanag. isa, dalawa, limang minuto, hanggang umabot sa alas otso imedya Nang sa wakas sa harap ko'y huminto. nagmadaling sumakay kaya't ikay nabungo ng di sadya. ako'y komportable sa pagkakaupo, habang ika'y ngalay sa pagsabit. nang ika'y nakaupo ako'y iyong kinalabit. ngumiti ng kay tamis sabay sabing "bayad po". natulala't nabighani sa iyong ngiti, kaya't sinadyang madampian ang iyong palad. puso'y di mapakali tila ba kinikiliti napakasarap sa pakiramdam, walang katulad! sa sumunod na araw, di nag atubiling magmadali, pigil hininga sa pag aakalang ika'y makikita muli pagdating ko'y hinanap ka ngunit wala ka na tila ba sinasabing hindi tayo tinadhana.
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 3:32 AM UTC
Jeepney Lovestory
ఎందుకమ్మా  ఈ  ఎడబాటు  గుండెపోటు  తెప్పించి  వెళ్ళిపోకు . గండు  చీమలా  కుట్టి  వెళ్ళవు  గందరగోళంలో  నన్ను  పెట్టావు . Black hole లాంటి  మనసు  నీదే  బయటపడటం  అంటే  కష్టమేలే . Bumgy jump చేస్తానే  sky  diving కూడా  చేస్తానే . మేరి  దిల్ కి   దడకన్  నువ్వే  ఉంటానంటే  . Big bang theory లా  mystery గా  మిగిలావే . History నే  తలపించే  lovestory నాదేలే . ఘారాలే  పెట్టిన  గండాలే  కలిగిన  నిన్ను  వీడలేనే . Milkyway నే  మించే  అందంతో milk shake చేసావే . పదే  పదే  గుర్తొస్తూ  నా  memory మొత్తం  నువ్వయ్యావే . నల్లమల్ల  అడవికైనా  సై  అంటూ  నీవెనకనే  వస్తానే . ఎంతగా  తపించిన  ప్రయత్నించినా  అది  నీవరకే   నీ  కొరకే  ప్రేమ .
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Jul 9, 2012
Jul 9, 2012 at 7:03 AM UTC
162.Black hole లాంటి మనసు
The day Acorn met Apple He stared smiling at her And stardust formed overhead The day Acorn fell for Apple’s core He tore the viral spore Feeding on her soul no more He polished her up Ripened her fruit He sprouted her seeds A tree grew inside her Acorn grew right beside her Believe me the ringing from their seedlings singing Made breathing seem easy Believe in things changing for better or worse I will always be right here On pages made with sunlight Inscripted under starlight Ingested by the firelight Remove the screen to see sparkles in a stranger’s eyes True love never dies And is brought to life When rainbows soar the skies
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Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
Acorn and Apple (a lovestory)
Were we a trainwreck never ment to be? So many opinions on you. Yet the only one that ever mattered was from me. Messages written last words scribbled apon my wall. That ill fated lovestory was my life. So I recall. Old friends make great rivals it does seem. The journey took me from the nightmare. To awake in a dream, Such a small feeling soul standing so very tall. It was a delicate dance. It was a perfect disaster so I recall. To lean apon a shoulder that looks to rest apon another. Taking long walks to nowhere. Looking into the empty eyes of a man once known to me as a brother. I've seen dreams fade with the setting sun. When all hope has been lost. To whom should I run. First we stand untill we crawl. These lessons of a tormented youth. So very often I recall.
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Dec 4, 2009
Dec 4, 2009 at 2:52 AM UTC
So I Recall
Whisper softly in my ear Words I only want to hear Words only meant for me Our lovestory you and me Till you whisper softly no more Gone like the morning sun Thunder struck my heart Didn’t know that it would end this way Nothing left to say No more whispers in my ear No more  lovely words to hear Never knew it would be our last goodbye! Angel in the sky. Shell ✨🐚
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Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 6:22 AM UTC
Last goodbye 🌿
Exclamation point of love that morning! Time flies with Question marks, actions are contradicting? Comma’s of waits when he leave me hanging, Then, a period was drawn and it’s the ending.
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Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
My Punctuation Lovestory
All those love songs you used to sing to me before I close my eyes to sleep All those moments we shared where only love breathes All those fights we encountered which just made our relationship stronger with every passing second of the day All those memories we made together which made me believe that forever do exist All those feelings you gave me which entangled our heartstrings to the point of no return, and yet In just Five minutes that we talked Four glances that you made Three words, “Let's break up,” which broke my very soul Two heavy breaths you took, and One single goodbye Our supposed to be “everlasting lovestory” saw its very own curtains close.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC
Despite it all
Autumn is ending Thus, winter's coming Our story i'm telling Yet, is never ending. Agony and pain, thus Might reflect upon us But o'er our screaming hearts Destiny is with us Now summer has gone by With summer rain's goodbye Spring's yet to come; and I- I'll still be waiting by.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
Lovestory
This is a love story without love. A love story when we both said "i want you" but im sure i did not lie. A love story from your viewpoint, not mine. Of how and where I am your mistake and you - you were just weak. A love story. A love. A story. For you, a story. For me, a love.
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Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 8:05 PM UTC
not another lovestory
Every day (he would dream) of  the days with you your laugh, your kisses your smile he would picture your face when he tried to fall asleep late at night he would write poems and books (about) the times with (you) he would make you the main character in every single lovestory he ever wrote - You were his reason for writing all his books from the first one (until) the very last one before (he died) with a piece of your love in his hands. (l.p)
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 7:55 AM UTC
The writer