Math Poem Novels & Stories

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Melancholy In my every morning and midnight flight Start by picturing how you smile so bright I was lack of sleep And ending up thinking bout you so deep My life, how are you? Did you miss me too? This lovesick! It sucks and I can't bear I always longing for your care I always keep your picture in my pocket As my lucky charm, and a great bullet My life, my asset Your memories help me to deal with loneliness as I watch the sunset But just like the sunset Our story has come to an end Our memories together will not be forgotten I love you my queen maiden My tears fall down as I'm done reading his poem.

Malayo layo ang bahay ko kala Abe, nasa dulo ang sa'min. Tumalikod na ako at nagpatuloy na muli sa paglalakad. Ang presko ng hangin na dumadampi sa'kin balat, ang aliwalas din ng paligid. Kahit nasa baba ako kitang kita ko ang hamog sa bundok. Ang ganda din tignan ang mga bahay na tila magkakaidkit kahit na parang kubo lang ang mga ito. Matatayog rin ang mga puno at ang ganda-ganda tignan ang mga bulaklak na nasa damo. Hindi mo mararamdaman ang sakit sa paa sa paglalakad dahil lubak-lubak ang daan dahil sa ganda ng kapaligiran. Hindi din kalaunan ay nakarating na ako sa may bahay. Nasa may pintuan pa lamang ako ay naririnig ko na kaagad ang bangayan ni mama at papa kung kaya't agad akong tum

"Alam mo, unti-unti ko nang tinanggap na hawak nila ang buhay natin, Vani." "Unti-unti ko na rin kitang tinatanggap bilang bahagi ng buhay ko, Synecdoche." "Anong ibig mong sabihin?" "Cywydd. A form of meter in Welsh poetry consisting of rhyming couplets, each line having four or seven syllables," "And?" "I remember a poem in Cywydd deuair fyrion form. Four syllables." We gently looked at each other. "Break of...by P.K Roy," sabay naming sabi.

“Dala ng taglagas ang malamig na hangin ng taglamig. “Tatlong bahagi na siyang nakakapagpanginig. “Pitong bahagi namang paginom sa ilalim ng buwan. “Huwag kang matuwa dahil sa mga puyat na gabing walang katapusan.” “Wow!” Napapigil ng hininga at muling sumigaw ang mga tao sa paligid. “Napakaganda ng poem na ito. Napakaganda talaga ng poem na ito! Nagawa niyang bumuo ng isang napakagandang poem sa loob lang ng 15 minuto. Masyado na talagang malalim ang background at pangitnindi ni Roman sa larangan ng literature!”

Dion's POV "...You have a lot to say with your eyes. I'm particularly taken with your frowning expression. Unique and stunning that you stand out from the crowd." I read aloud the final stanza of my fourth poem. I've been writing since this morning, and my mind and hands seem to be working nonstop to create poetry. To be honest, I'm very productive right now. It's amusing how many ideas pop into my head. "Hep, hep, hep! And who's that lucky person you dedicate that poem to, huh?" Dad's sudden appearance behind me surprised me.

'Since when did I forgot that my friend here is smitten by this woman? It was a dark lonely night, the moon was young and the clouds were like it was going to pour. The three of them were doing their task unboxing the mystery, they were starting in the middle of the night where the surrounding was peaceful and uneventful specially when the University was locked up after that incident. "The clouds were thick, yet youth went out, to see his maiden fair" she continued the poem like she was reciting in front of her classmates like what she did back then when she was in her grade seven, with all emotions flowing through the piece of literary art she is reciting.