1.
Last Love
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Best of friends
together took a leap
together took a leap
Now true friends
ahh! feelings run deep
Two hearts fused
hands ever entwined
Two hearts fused
hands ever entwined
Never never too late
to love but not blindly
to love but not blindly
So, to you my friend first,
my last love, i say
I'll be true every and
each of my waking day!
2.
Last Piece in the Puzzle of My life
Vic P. Yambao
The sweetness of your Voice
Your soul searching eyes
Throw in the smiling lips
Makes my life complete
Missing you,when you're gone
But frozen stiff
when you're around
As my worthless life
is now complete
This dream might end...
if I'll stir...
Vic P. Yambao
The sweetness of your Voice
Your soul searching eyes
Throw in the smiling lips
Makes my life complete
Missing you,when you're gone
But frozen stiff
when you're around
As my worthless life
is now complete
This dream might end...
if I'll stir...
3.
Who Am I
Brian Joseph Sy
Brian Joseph Sy
Who am I to blindly believe that
I can become parcel of this sacred ground?
To pretend that I am a strong wind
to guide your ever sturdy wings
Who am I to change this persistent blue rain?
To pretend that I can wash the sorrows away
from your ever beating heart
Who am I to care for this mortified soul?
To pretend that sanctity ascends in my
figureless touch…
I am none. Transcending only the littlest of
existence only meager eyes could see.
In the skies I plead alms
to catch your merciful grace;
I can become parcel of this sacred ground?
To pretend that I am a strong wind
to guide your ever sturdy wings
Who am I to change this persistent blue rain?
To pretend that I can wash the sorrows away
from your ever beating heart
Who am I to care for this mortified soul?
To pretend that sanctity ascends in my
figureless touch…
I am none. Transcending only the littlest of
existence only meager eyes could see.
In the skies I plead alms
to catch your merciful grace;
To rescue me from this
lonesome cloud of misery
that I call self
that I call self
4.
Tracing YouKristina Aquino
Imagine the train tracks,
the train speeding away from you.
We were somewhere
and someone else a minute ago.
So I give you this,
the poet, the imagined martyr,
unmoving in her seat--she is one
of the firsts, she is daybreak today--
it does nothing but stare back.
She is so still the train stops with her.
"Cubao", she mouths.
Imagine the train tracks,
the train speeding away from
you, Cubao.
We were with you
some minute ago.
There are buildings
on the way to the end of the line,
but structure
eliminates the idea of a horizon.
It is sad when imagined things
start dying, too.
5.
Friendship
Vener Santos
Days will pass,
And things will grow old.
Flowers will bloom,
And soon will decay.
But when friendship starts,
All of the year it will remain fresh.
Friends will grow old,
But friendship will never.
As long as we both care,
It will remain young forever.
Death will separate it on earth,
But it will reborn in heaven.
And things will grow old.
Flowers will bloom,
And soon will decay.
But when friendship starts,
All of the year it will remain fresh.
Friends will grow old,
But friendship will never.
As long as we both care,
It will remain young forever.
Death will separate it on earth,
But it will reborn in heaven.
6.
No restKyo Zapanta
It's time for me to rest for a while
My condition is not that good
But hell, I can't seem to leave behind
Whatever it is that I must do
c pI know it’s been in overtime
I shouldn’t be here anymore
But that workaholiart of me
Seem to like the stress in store
But then again by head’s in pain
My body is just saying no
My eyes are swollen and tears are forming
I could cry in stress ever so
But I wouldn’t cry even if I feel itMy condition is not that good
But hell, I can't seem to leave behind
Whatever it is that I must do
c pI know it’s been in overtime
I shouldn’t be here anymore
But that workaholiart of me
Seem to like the stress in store
But then again by head’s in pain
My body is just saying no
My eyes are swollen and tears are forming
I could cry in stress ever so
For when I do I’ll be okay
Then I would again want to work
And I’ll be working for the rest of the day
7.
Distillation
Jan L. Velasco
Watching the rain spilling down,
drowning the earth below,
reminds me of
life's perpetual change.
The storm that we dread,
is a sea of kindness
that lifts--the mask
of (world's) avarice and sufferings
and fills the thirst, up to the brim of our souls.
8.
Now I Know
Jose Paulo Tolentino
Seven months felt like seven years
and now I face my greatest fears
Why before I could never wait
but now I know the heavy weight.
In a strange world, a mad city,
it is tough to be an adult
you take responsibility
to bear frustration and insult
and now I face my greatest fears
Why before I could never wait
but now I know the heavy weight.
In a strange world, a mad city,
it is tough to be an adult
you take responsibility
to bear frustration and insult
There are days I would like to die
life is not pretty as it seem
Leave this and what do I redeem?
many I have learned is just a lie
They say I should create a goal
Love and life is what you make it
but somehow it just could not fit
All I have is a hollow soul
From here I don't know where to go
Being an adult, now I know.
life is not pretty as it seem
Leave this and what do I redeem?
many I have learned is just a lie
They say I should create a goal
Love and life is what you make it
but somehow it just could not fit
All I have is a hollow soul
From here I don't know where to go
Being an adult, now I know.
9.
Hot
Karlo Pineda
Karlo Pineda
A wrinkled forehead
alters your fair face.
Furious stares nest
in your eyes--sanctuaries
for nothing save fears and fires.
By this time
you are a swollen sun
ready to punish
my city with the scorching
of twin hells.
And in your mad radiation
I am a giant sunburn.
As I write this poem
my heart has already exploded
to myriad embers.
alters your fair face.
Furious stares nest
in your eyes--sanctuaries
for nothing save fears and fires.
By this time
you are a swollen sun
ready to punish
my city with the scorching
of twin hells.
And in your mad radiation
I am a giant sunburn.
As I write this poem
my heart has already exploded
to myriad embers.
10.
My unfinished verseUlysses Palmones
You were sitting on the coach, you stole my glance
My heart leaps, nowhere to run
I tried to hide, pretended and lied
You were just a dream
Part of my foolish game….
How can I disguise those sleepless nights?
Where silhouette of thy beauty
Humming to my serenity
A glowing ember
A feeling next to never….
Chasing my illusion, my eventual desperation
Tasted the nectar of bitterness
and plan tomorrow, how to clean my mess
A test to my sanity
Or maybe…my stupidity…..
Will you came to unlock my chain?
Maybe a piece of gem
To replace the wedding ring
A cradle to my loneliness
and craziness….
My heart leaps, nowhere to run
I tried to hide, pretended and lied
You were just a dream
Part of my foolish game….
How can I disguise those sleepless nights?
Where silhouette of thy beauty
Humming to my serenity
A glowing ember
A feeling next to never….
Chasing my illusion, my eventual desperation
Tasted the nectar of bitterness
and plan tomorrow, how to clean my mess
A test to my sanity
Or maybe…my stupidity…..
Will you came to unlock my chain?
Maybe a piece of gem
To replace the wedding ring
A cradle to my loneliness
and craziness….
