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Ivygail Mandani Jun 2018
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.
CharmedlyJynxed Apr 2019
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.
Stum Casia Aug 2015
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.
Noone Mar 2021
So, it starts when he sends you a meme to start a conversation
Wow, what a weird yet clever way of communication
The meme was funny yet not funny, difficult for interpretation
Anyways, you send an emoji to keep up with the situation...
Then , he comments on your picture showing little admiration
You comment a smiley back, maybe a little persuasion??!
He views your IG story, to your grammar, he replies some correction
Then begins " hey, you kinda cute" , a little flirtation
Well, you reply back , with a little hesitation?!?
Then begins the daily WYD , HYD exaggeration.
The talks become fun with matched perception
Sure, he did his little stalking investigation
Then you stalk him back, with mere observation
He seems decent, maybe you could take him into consideration
The chat goes on for awhile, then you get a date invitation
First you make him work for you, even though you've got rush of excitation
Finally you agree to meet him, he already made the reservation
The day of the date came, called your friends for a little motivation
Then you met him, he was just like the one in your imagination
Talked a little, laughed a little, held hands too. He took the initiation...
Returned back with a glad face, was thinking of him, then your phone buzzed with a notification
" I had a great time with you. We should meet again!" , the ditto exclamation.
Started talking everyday, met regularly, was the beginning of a beautiful creation.
His lips were soft, he smelled so good, oh what a sensation!
Vibes matched , energies matched , what a transformation!
This could be her " happily ever after" Congratulations!
Was thinking of making this a sad one, but not every online story has to end sadly, isn't it???
Julia Feb 2018
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
Muggle Aug 2015
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.
Babu kandula Jul 2012
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 .
kinkin Nov 2014
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.
#love and #pain are complimentary to each other.  It's normal to be in love , don't deny it. Hence, is to cry, so don't hide it.

The feelings flow just like water and you shouldn't stop it for it will only find another path to flow.
Zenna Mar 2020
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.
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.
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 ✨🐚
To say goodbye to your love one.
Jester Andre Jul 2018
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.
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)
I don’t know what’s right between
I met you
Or you met me back then
I wore my usual jeans
And my sneakers that day
You were sitting at the edge of the waiting area
At the bus terminal
You had your headphones on
I wonder what you were listening to
I sat in a position I could clearly see you
I was 20
Still naive
We became friends
Until you knew everything about me
You told me stories
Smiling, holding my hand
I still wore the same boring jeans
And my sneakers
But you don’t have your headphones anymore
I gave you my heart
You gave me yours
But you asked it back
After sometime
After telling me your stories
I shouldn’t have met people
Who felt like home
So I won’t be longing
For someone like you

It’s clear now
I met you
In the bright rays of the sun;I burn,
Only to grow brighter and learn.
Streaks of white,cradle me tight into this rare summer's light,
I am drifting with you by my side.

Running free,bare feet into a prairie of overflowing Roses and Lilies.
Caressing the blooms as they expand their scent by the touch of you.
I am drifting with you by my side.

The soft cotton on your slender fingers have drawn a little humming bird to accompany us.
I am drifting with you by my side.

Your laugh explodes like a torrent of crystal clear water and perches besides me, impetuous like the tree's !
A subtle shade of being happy and carefree.
I am drifting with you by my side.

The moon an accomplice to our lovestory ,winks at me .
I imagine you and me walking bare feet and running free !
In anticipation and hope love thrives,
Into infinity,
I am drifting with you by my side.

© Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
#25 /01/2021#
Dreams, imagination and love can be a fulfilling casting towards a brighter future.
#
In anticipation and hope love thrives !
Happy valentines day to all in advance.
Hyperbole#repetition#similie#personification
#Simple long verse#

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