Poetry and Me

Poetry for I grab my pen.
Thoughts for I hold on it.
Inscribe on a paper
all that I envision.
Writing out what I dared to believe
and the immeasurable ideas beyond reason.
Thus, vision of things is what I think of.


I have whispered my words
in hearty sense that sends a pleasing verse.
Poetry from my bizarre sanity
and this rhyme that sounds like a chime
may be of worthy.
The message comes out
and reflections upon it.


Though imagination cannot freely fly,
see it hovering and hear it singing.
Stop and view, yet life is painful
mind’s eye can make it wonderful.
I must not forget
that these lines are done
not from a senseless trance thing.


I am not a famous poet
nor may write with lovely sayings.
But I would like to pass the words I have written
and show to the world its meaning.
Many years after, soul of poet lifeless and gone
I may be neither besieged nor dismayed.
For in poetry…I found myself clearly.

A Hail to Rizal

A man who has no freedom
to fight for his own,
but still combat for the
welfare of his nation.
You think not for yourself
but for the glory of your land.

You are a genius
with your notable words.
Through your burning pen:
the most influential weapon
you wrote and exposed
the reality behind other’s faint.

You are the fearless
of your generation.
You are indeed venerable
for your laudable deeds.
You are purely the best
when you proved what bravery is.

We know it’s neither painless
nor overwhelming on your part.
You are beloved,
you are great
we deemed you as one.
As your name will be immortally reside.

 

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I wrote this as a requirement for my subject Life and Works of Rizal.

Warrior’s Last Enemy

A fond faith
and glory for a land,
as for a warrior
to his kingdom.
I fear not,
for I fight for right.

It is not about fame,
nor power,
nor love,
nor leisure,
but it’s about pleasure
that no one can measure.

I vowed to save my land.
Now I am cold
and my corpse in the tomb.
Some may mourn,
for I am man
who fought for one.

Uttered Words

I thank for we had met in time,
and had loved in such no crime.
Can’t hide the feelings with this poem,
for memory wakes the thoughts that bless.

When tears fall in silence,
and run softly over my face.
When we two parted,
Half broken-hearted.

We shared the best of darks and bright,
Reminisce the smiles through the night.
When problem cheats us from afar,
we think the best on what we are.

Our vows will not be broken,
those words that softly spoken.
gently whispered in my ears,
We’ll be forever you’ve said dear.

Despite the odds and walls,
hold my hearts and soul.
Forever will let us see,
as they shall immortally be.

My Dreams Before Twenty-Fifth of Twelve

I awake from dreams of you
in a gloom sleep of a night.
When cold wind of December blew
and as I stare at a lucid starlight;
I awake from dreams of you
in a heart whose love is innocent.
When days easily passed by,
I think of you dear, when I’m alone.

I wonder why I feel this way
as I gaze on the midnight sky.
On a dark wintry bed I lie,
only God knows that my heart may never lie.
Like a precious thoughts in a dream,
how sweet this very moment of ours
Hold each heart….
the heart that shares

When your lips have spoken
the loveliest words I longed to hear.
My heart shouts and echoes render
Like a music in such splendor.
Let the love be magical, I said to my mind.
Like the sweetest dream,
I don’t want this to end
are my gentle prayers.
my pleading sigh.

 

** The title has a meaning for me and this is for my man. :)

 It has a secret code.