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Posts Tagged 'My Poetry'

Sherrie Lane Brit

A few years ago a lass had shown, A simple yet magnificent face ever known. That brought contrast to a typical maiden, Who made it throughout its beyond driven. I used to saw her in an internet cafe, Sitting the first row and easily seen by me. I grabbed a chair and occupied the next [...]

2 June 2010 at 03:45 - Comments
Edz
nice one val! :D talented mn diay ka aning dapita.. hehe
2 June 10 at 09:49
buyag.. byernes raba karon.. lol
3 June 10 at 00:50

How you mean to me

Have you ever bothered to realize how much you mean to me? I care so much for you inside and missed you deeply. My mind is always curious about the way things might have been. As days go by and time goes by, I look back once again. All the time I held you in [...]

2 June 2010 at 03:42 - Comments
Edz
ayeeeee ka sweet! nice au val
2 June 10 at 09:51
Steph
nice..:)
3 June 10 at 03:47

To the teachers; Builders of Men!

Be brave! Masters of pens. We’re like chicks and you’re hens. From our poor mind you Have had sharpened, To our discouraging behaviors, You just comprehend. Yell on! Builders of men. Your work will not be in vain. For mountains may crumble And forests may debacle, But your teachings will still remain. Toil on! Ye [...]

2 June 2010 at 03:00 - Comments

Job Affair

Busy streets meet my way everyday, Walking and praying along my little way. Hoping for a chance to apply, For a job that my family could rely. Every posted ad I used to read, Wishing to qualify myself and have to deserve; Yet I feel so down reading each qualification, ‘coz i haven’t finished my [...]

1 June 2010 at 23:27 - Comments
hmm
12 June 10 at 06:34

Avowal To Nature

A lot of unraveling verbatim for you to tell, A diffuse colloquy for us I crave like an asphodelOh Stars of this stellated yet apathetic night, Unfold the spangles of your mopey light. You are my confidant in this jeremiad spasm, That impels me to do not rigmarole stoicism.

I might be a big twit or a goon, Asking fortitude from a blue moon. I do demean; I kneel before you, Begging the pure gaiety and neglect this morose woe.

1 June 2010 at 01:58 - Comments
Edz
wow noseblood! pero nice xa.. serious na poem.. imo ni tanan val? nice kau
2 June 10 at 10:00
oo.. thanks Edz
6 June 10 at 04:39