Short english poems by filipino poets

1.

                                                                                        
                                                                                           Last Love
                

                           by: J.D. Mariposa
 

                                                           

                               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 You
                                                              Kristina 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 rest
                                                       Kyo 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

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I bring up to date it’s been in overtime
                                        Frantic shouldn’t be here anymore
                                         On the other hand that workaholi
art 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
 

                                       On the other hand I wouldn’t cry even postulate I feel it
                                              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 verse
                                                             Ulysses 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….