While my ten fingers are busy forming the letters into words, A thousand thoughts forming in my mind as it creates something to accord. A tons of things to ponder and wonder, A lot of imaginations to expand and discover.
I imagine the stars in the universe, I imagine the clear blue waters in the ocean to rise, I imagine the forms of the leaf as it prints into my hand, I imagine you as my subjects that rings as it enters into my mind.
How many letters shall I start forming words? What figures and faces shall I start drawing into my canvas? What kind of style will I use to create a poem dedicated to you? How much time do I have to finish this writing I wrote about you?
Will you be the first to read the things I wrote? Will you be the first to understand the words I formed? Will you be the first to feel my feelings I have deeply included? Will you be the first to let me know how hard it is to become a Poet?
Singer. Poet Writer.I love singing and singing will always be my stint forever.Just like what I have said above, I am totally a lover of poems.I wrote straight from the heart, from my experience.I am a graduate of Bachelor of Secondary Education major in English in the Philippines.I dreamed of publishing some of my poems I wrote a few years back until now.
what is her fault? just ”being a girl”. Took her to the worst, left nothing to curse. No sense nor an idea, why and what is going on her. Calling out mom, wished hearts would really connected. considered her an
It is autumn grapes are bleeding. The orange color seeps into your eyes. Will you shut the green lids? You, start reading backward. Atavistic instinct to dig up the severed hands? Your house, died in the flower bed. Seeds were
The Poet Turns 100 In Honor of Stanley Kunitz When my body wears to dust let the remains be language find only verbs at the core struck flints from explosive ore nouns charged with names of foes and lovers cool
I am not a Poet, with legacy, nor do I sound poetic.. At times, in an impulse to explore my wildest emotions, words spill out, blocking way to rationalism.. in those verses in different shades neither rhyme, nor reason.. Trust