Poetry anyone?

[monrose29]

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hayyy maka hilak man sad tag monitor ani.. hehehehe..

ka swerte nmo jason oi....

[pongborro]

Why does it move me more
to write in pain?
Why do I write for a love,
when the love's no more?

Probably...

In happiness, in love,
My rhyme's with you.
You become my parchment,
You take the words,
That my eyes does speak.
The fingers write the
passion in your chest.
The prose they flow,
To your ears from my breath.
The name is signed,
By my lips as we kiss.
You become my art, my prose,
stealing time, you..
My living writing,
And I hope I've written well.

[sductres101]

Why do beginning's have an end? Why
do we have to meet only to lose out in
the end? These are questions left
unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left
unread, poems left undone, songs left
unsung, love left unexpressed, promises
left unfulfilled.



In a relationship, one of the hardest
things to do is saying goodbye and
letting go. It's as hard as breaking a
crystal because you'll never know when
you'll be able to pick up the pieces
again. More often than not, they who go
feel not the pain of parting; it is they who
stay behind that suffer, because they are
left with memories of love that was meant
to be a love that was.



At the beginning and at the end of a
relationship, we are embarrassed to find
ourselves alone. Unfair as it may seem,
but that's the drama, the bittersweet and
the risk of falling in love. After all nothing
is constant but change. Everything will
eventually come to its end without us
knowing when, without us even knowing
why...and we must forget not because we
want to but because we have to.



In letting go, sorrows come not as single
spy but in battalion. It seems that
everywhere you go, everything you do,
every song you hear, every turn of your
head, every move of your body, every
beat of your heart, every blink of your eye
and every breath you take always remind
you of him. It's like a stab of a knife, a
torture in the night. Funny how the whole
world becomes depopulated when only
one person is missing. Just imagine there
are four billion people on earth and yet it
seems you feel lonely and empty without
the other.



I don't know if it's worth calling an art, but
letting go entails special skills sparkled
with a considerable space and time.Time
heals wounds but it takes push on our
part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all
wishes come true. Not all love stories end
with "happily ever after."



We hate to suffer if it would mean
happiness to others. We have to cry to
temporarily let go of the pain.



Every beginning has its end like every
dawn has its dusk. It's something we can't
control, something we have to live up
with. IT'S OVER... they're GONE. But life
has to go on.



Goodbye doesn't always mean forever.

There will always be a place and time
where questions will be answered, words
will be spoken, letters will be read, poems
will be recited in the night, songs will be
sung in harmony, love will be expressed
in solitude and promises will be fulfilled.



Somewhere...
Somehow...
Someday...

[astroboyreal]

Walay Katapusan
BY: Nicko Real

dungan ta tanan mahulog.
nabati.an ba nimo?
ang ni abot katong wala pata nahulog.
ang kangitngit na ni gupot sa akong mga kamot.
gi gunitan ko niya hantod sa walay kaugma.on.
iya kong gi bira palayo kanimo.
sa hantod; hantod.
nahilayo ang akong nakibaw-an og kailangan.
nalagpot sa binakabugnawan og pinaka ilawman sa kalibutan.
nadto ko kuha.on sa mga yawang anino.
gi kumot ang akong dughan.
og ang kahayag sa akong mga mata.
nag hinay hinay og kawala.
dungan ta mahulog.
mahulog sa kining walay kahumanang pag antos.
dili makagawas.
mao nani ang kahumanan.
ang kahumanan ma.o nani.

[shaxyra]

aw.. saunz

[pongborro]

Haste

Reckless youth were we,
In haste we sipped
Love's sweet forbiddens.
Knew not love's depths
A blind descent.
That in our haste,
We were driven
To bitter unforgivens.
And in sorrow we dwelt,
For love is not love
Without its cunning,
For we who loved in haste
First called to notice
Love's jealous unforgivings.

[xtian_hero]

haha... grabeh sad ka dah...

wa ta ma buhat... tsk tsk tsk...

[kolehiyala]

Hehe naa pud ko poem.. katong inlab ko sa usa ka tao nga wa jud na inlab nako, pero abi nako sauna na inlab pud siya nako. Buang ko


Only streaks of the once golden gift showed
As the moon chased the prowess of the sun
Ever displaying her glorious valor
I listened anxiously
Heard nothing but the crushing of my heart, bit by bit
That I erred into a blur
My kaleidoscopic escent
Til tomorrow this is all I am
Til then

[kolehiyala]

I ran for cover wanting to escape
Not knowing
Pieces of my heart fell to the ground
And I falter.
I ceased to exist

(drama pud)

naa pa lain.. kato ning naa ko sa ayala gahulat sa akong miga

I dropped dead (slow motion).
Damped.
Blood-drenched.
Gosh! I’m bleeding!
Pads please.
Viva!

hehe

[kolehiyala]

kani akong gisulat kai boring-to-death among opao nga maestro. binuang ra nuon ni. hehe

Dihang sa ako bata pa
Wai buot sige’g pangutana
Nahibong ko s anakito ko si yaya
Walai panty, walai bra.

Nisamot ko’g kakurat
Mata nako nalibat
Naghubo pud si Abner
Usa ka trisikol drayber.

Natuk-an, ako nagpaduol.
Ug sila.. nagtingkagol.

Ambot ug nag-unsa sila
Perte mang saba-a
Usahay musiyagit
Usahay mukatawa.

Wa ko kasabot
Pero wa ko nalimot.

at ito ay katha-isip lamang. peace.