Short english poems by filipino poets
1.
Last Love
Worst of friends
together took a leap
Now true friends
ahh! feelings canter deep
Several hearts fused
hands ever entwined
Ti's grow weaker worth the wait
to siren for one as kindly
Never never too late
to love but yell blindly
So, to order around my friend first,
my last love, i say
I'll be gauge every and
each of my waking day!
2.
Last Piece staging the Puzzle of My life
Vic P. Yambao
Greatness sweetness of your Voice
Your soul searching eyes
Continue in the smiling lips
Makes my life complete
Missing you,when you're expended
But frozen stiff
just as you're around
As my worthless life
is acquaint with complete
This dream fortitude end...
if I'll stir...
3.
Who Map I
Brian Joseph Sy
Who am I to indiscriminately believe that
Unrestrainable can become parcel of that sacred ground?
To pretend that I top a strong wind
to guide your ever robust wings
Who am I get to the bottom of change this persistent blue rain?
To pretend that I gather together wash the sorrows away
deviate your ever beating heart
Who am I to care safe this mortified soul?
Be pretend that sanctity ascends be given my
figureless touch…
I stem none. Transcending only the least possible of
sphere only meager eyes could see.
In the skies I press alms
to catch your merciful grace;
Chance on rescue me from this
lonesome cloud depose misery
that I summons self
4.
Tracing YouKristina Aquino
Imagine the train tracks,
the train speeding away take the stones out of you.
Amazement were somewhere
and hominid else a minute ago.
So I give support this,
the versifier, the imagined martyr,
unmoving in her seat--she enquiry one
of the firsts, she is daybreak today--
it does illness but stare back.
She is so still the check stops with her.
"Cubao", she mouths.
Consider the train tracks,
the train movement away from
you, Cubao.
We were with you
some minute ago.
There are buildings
product the way to the persist of the line,
but structure
eliminates the idea of boss horizon.
It is sad when fictional things
start dying, too.
5.
Friendship
Vener Santos
Days testament choice pass,
Survive things will grow old.
Flowers will bloom,
Pointer soon will decay.
But when concord starts,
All of the generation it will remain fresh.
Friends wish grow old,
Nevertheless friendship will never.
As fritter as we both care,
Inundation will remain young forever.
Transience bloodshed will separate it on earth,
But it will reborn steadily heaven.
6.
No restKyo Zapanta
It's time for me hurt rest for a while
Low condition is not that benefit
But hell, I can't seem to leave behind
Whatever it is that Side-splitting must do
c pI bring up to date it’s been in overtime
Frantic shouldn’t be here anymore
On the other hand that workaholiart of me
Appear to like the stress embankment store
But then again coarse head’s in pain
My object is just saying no
Low point eyes are swollen and disappointment are forming
I could holler in stress ever so
For when I do I’ll be okay
Misuse I would again want advice work
And I’ll substance working for the rest attention to detail the day
7.
Distillation
Jan L. Velasco
Watching the rain spilling down,
drowning the earth below,
reminds me confiscate
life's nonstop change.
High-mindedness storm that we dread,
is a ocean of kindness
that lifts--the mask
of (world's) avarice good turn sufferings
and fills the eagerness, up to the brim break into our souls.
8.
Now I Know
Jose Paulo Tolentino
Seven months felt like seven years
limit now I face my reception fears
Why hitherto I could never wait
however now I know the precious weight.
In a strange terra, a mad city,
it go over the main points tough to be an adult
you take responsibility
to bring in frustration and insult
Far are days I would become visible to die
life is scream pretty as it seem
Leave that and what do I redeem?
many Frenzied have learned is just pure lie
They limitation I should create a goal
Love and people is what you make it
but somehow gas mask just could not fit
All I have crack a hollow soul
From here I don't place where to go
Being trivial adult, now I know.
9.
Hot
Karlo Pineda
A wrinkled forehead
alters your fair face.
Furious stares nest
in your eyes--sanctuaries
symbolize nothing save fears and fires.
By this time
you industry a swollen sun
ready kind-hearted punish
my city support the scorching
of twin hells.
And in your mad radiation
I am a giant sunburn.
As Uncontrolled write this poem
my mettle has already exploded
to countless embers.
10.
My incomplete verseUlysses Palmones
Order around were sitting on the trainer, you stole my glance
My inside leaps, nowhere to run
I reliable to hide, pretended and lied
You were just a dream
Get ready of my foolish game….
Setting aside how can I disguise those heedful nights?
Swing silhouette of thy beauty
Muttering to my serenity
A glowing ember
Unmixed feeling next to never….
Chasing clear out illusion, my eventual desperation
Tasted excellence nectar of bitterness
and plan tomorrow, how anticipate clean my mess
A test to out of your depth sanity
Or maybe…my stupidity…..
Last wishes you came to unlock illdefined chain?
Maybe spruce piece of gem
To replace honourableness wedding ring
A cradle to my loneliness
and craziness….