Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 4, 2018

On Trials, Honesty, and Crucial Moments



6-Trials

by Gil Camporazo

Trials
in various forms
coming anytime
least expecting them.
Making us strong,
prepared, inured
making life seasoned.


5-Honesty

by Gil Camporazo

Honesty
Where are you?
I search everywhere
But nothing I find.
I ask myself
Am I that kind?
Now I know.


4-Crucial Moments

by Gil Camporazo

Unexpectedly
Problems crop up.
Unprepared
Caught me flat footed.
Spirit is willing
Enthusiastically
But resources are not.

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(n.b. - These three poems are part of the series of 7-line poem written to myLot by Dodo Azo, the author's username.)

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Alethea Lyn's Six Poems of Things and Emotions

by Alethea Lyn Pampora

Althea Lyn Pampora, the Poet
The Poet

The following are six poems composed by a granddaughter of my elder brother Jaime, Alethea Lyn Camporazo Pampora as per suggestion by her Facebook friends. These are posted in her Facebook Page and are reposted here with her permission.

“BALLPEN”


Used, replaced, lost
Her worth depends on the cost
She was once been valued
Not until she messed up
Every time you argued
She had the choice to give up

“CHOCOLATE”


You took a bite and enjoyed the taste
All you think is sweetness, that’s what you chase
Elevated your mood, made you feel good
Just because you could, doesn’t mean you would

But you wanted everything just for yourself
She wants you happy but she lost herself
You have gone wrong, sorry’s too late
You have forgotten, love’s like chocolate

“ECSTASY”


I travelled hours just to be in your place
And to see the look of ecstasy in your face
But the time also travelled and gone so fast
Yes, time taught me that nothing lasts

I have to live my life and give a sigh of bliss
I know there’s something I shouldn’t miss
You gave me a moment of ecstasy
But sadly, it was a fantasy

“PAPER”


Write it on a paper
All the things you should’ve said
All the feelings that you once had

Write it on a paper
The moment that he had to go
The gestures that he failed to show

Write it on a paper
The adventures that you’ve gone through
Until the day you’ll say “I do”

Now take a pen to write the night away
The book of your journey that the youngs can’t weigh
Have it written on a paper

“STAY”


The yellow cars drove beneath the gloomy sky
I wonder how I managed not to cry
It’s been a long time since the day you said “goodbye”
I just wish you tried

Did you remember those stardusts in our heads?
The blow of freezing wind that cools our bed
You gave me sparks that I wish we never had
You forgot what you said

Hoping those yellow cars will drive you back
I’ll leave my windows open and doors unlocked
Let’s reminisce the feelings and find our way
Will you hold my hand and make me stay?

“FEELINGS”


With this pen I wrote down my feelings
It was longer than a light year
Nothing’s stranger than what I’m dreaming
The mixing of love and fear

Have you seen the death of it?
Trying to dredge up the thoughts you left
The dead feeling comes back to life
But the old one’s exploded with your verbal dynamite

I’ve got a feeling that can’t be known
All the disclosures but can’t be shown
Seeing those innocent smiles
Well I’m just here, separated by miles

Yes I’ve got this feeling that can’t be eradicated
By means of destroying us just to make an end
As long as the sea is bound to wash upon the sand
The feeling that I’ve got will always take a stand

Saturday, December 19, 2015

Five Tricky Friends

Five Tricky Friends (Have you met them?)

Five Tricky Friends
Five Tricky Friends?
I have five tricky friends
They go hand in hand
To nowhere and to all extends
Never mind to where they land.

One is called Cotton
It is light and white
But it is simpleton
careful for its bite

The second one is Begged
its eyes are round and bright
faking things, bootlegged
Challenged everyone to fight.

The third one is Present
It never gets time out
It' never get absent
It's there for you to bail-out

The fourth one is Spice
To see it with eyes gleaming
Again have it once or twice
Never, ever complaining

And the last is Scratchy
Sounds unsanitary or trivial
 Come and it is not itchy
It's friendly and jovial

My four friends are nothing
They're the product of mind
For writing and sharing
This poem nothing to find.

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This is in reply to a Suddendeathpoem challenge posed by @Jessicalynnt, one of the users in myLot which I have joined for online writing. Just for the fun of it, I did accept the challenged and try. In reply, she said, "hat actually had a very nice flow, well done!!!"