by Bernadeth Cerde ña Isn't it lovely how the world turning its back yesterday but now it's playing a soft melody clapping and dancing celebrating as if it didn't paint you, melancholy Isn't it funny how those people vandalizing your name accuse you of despicable act cause you despair are now in hollow crane begging, crying like a sinner in hell Isn't if satisfying how the efforts you've made are now paved its wave you can taste now the whole cake not just a glimpse and smell of bake Maybe our life has fare efforts, sacrifice are needed to dare so we can achieve our wishing wheel oh I guess, life, no indeed it is fair. Genre: Vindication Theme/s: Self-reflection
by Meriam B. Magdaong How nice it would be, For the little girl, me. Who was once everybody's baby. But then grew up like anybody. The little girl who loves to twirl, Seems to lost all her glitters, And all her shimmers Turns into shudders. How nice it would be, To go back to little old me. Where everybody likes me, And treats me like a barbie. Wait? Barbie? You mean, a toy, that's irreplaceable? When it's not anymore playable? Like it's disabled? Yeah, I am a Barbie . But not like the one on the shelf, I can fight for myself, I am not the little old me, Who everyone thought I should be. The glitter may fade, Atleast, I am not on everyone's parade. So good bye little girl, Though our memories stays, I fear. Genre: Coming-of-Age Theme/s: Growth and self discovery
by Princess Lourince Luz I've been keeping that Since last month. The confession I never put in front For you may reject it Because of someone. You have your moon While I'm just a sun Then suddenly sky's appear Causing hotness to disappear I was drowned with thoughts You never know you caused I was again defeated by my own Letting my emotions eat me whole I'm always afraid to take a step To try to fight, and ended up to escape Silence is my safest place But after a long long duel with myself I now decided to take a risk Settled to speak up for myself To put voice in every words You may not reciprocate what I feel But at least, no regrets 'cause I spilled And yes! I did. Genre: Unrequited/Confessional Poetry Theme/s: Unreciprocated Confession
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