It's been raining (actually, it's just a continuous soft drizzle that has been pouring)since yesterday afternoon and this morning while I was ironing Alvin's uniforms, I suddenly remembered that back in Manila, if the weather is like this, I used to produce and compose my very own poems. But don't think my poems are like the poems of the hard-core poets.Nope, nothing like that.
I got some files organized and since our box is open already, I took one of my "file folders" and got the copy of the poems I composed years ago. It's nice to re-read them again and realize that once upon a time, I was actually capable of composing poems. (My writing actually started with the Literary Section of the school paper when I was just in Year 5. It's just sad that I wasn't able to keep a copy of that edition of the school paper).
So now, I am sharing some of the poems I have composed. No titles this time though.I hope though that my literary skills are still not rusty and soon I'd still be able to compose poems again.
The shyness in my eyes
The glimmer in your eyes
Can't help but stare
Can't help but share
Share this love I feel inside
Though it's hard
I'll be by your side
I will be strong
When you are weak
I will be there
Till you reach your peak
/jmqs
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I miss the smell of summer
Were the freshness of flowers were everywhere
Now it rains and I am left here in wander
What happened to that breeze
While we were still together?
Where are the flowers
Now that it is summer?
We can't play, we can't run
As long as the rain is here and not the sun
It's new to us that is true
But just like them we need to be new
On with our lives
Till the old summer makes us all wise
/jmqs
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Sometimes I see people together
And wonder why they don't end up with each other
I ask myself whether
We'll end up hurting each other
I hear stories
Of people who dared not try
And it only caused miseries
That made them cry
/jmqs
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Tears...joy...
happiness...sorrow...
people cry...
people laugh...
people love...
people live...
/jmqs
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A new dawn is on it's way
to give hope and a future
to take away the pain and frustrations
the angusih...the sorrow..the loneliness...
The cold breeze gives me warmth
as the day opens anew
Refreshing everything, cleansing every part
preparing my soul
to the next battle of my soul...
/jmqs
There you go, just some of the poems I have composed. Told you, I am no hard-core poet, but still it's nce to know that there is (or has been?) a poet in me.
