Poem Novels & Stories

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Pag-uwi na lang ng bahay ako kakain. Ipinikit ko ang akin mata habang nakasandal sa may puno. Dinadama ko ang sariwang hangin. Ang sarap-sarap talaga sa pakiraman. Parang aaraw arawin ko na Ang pagtambay sa ganitong mga lugar, ang sarap kasi sa pakiramdam. Ng ako'y makuntento sa pagpapahinga, tumayo na ako upang mag-gala. Ang ganda-ganda talagang tignan ang mga puno. Ang sarap din pakinggan ang mga huni ng ibon na tila ay umaawit. Napatigil ako at naningkit ang akin mata nang makita ko si Ran na nakasandal sa may puno habang may hawak ng gitara.

Para itong nag-pe-perform. "Each word that comes out from our mouth, can make a phrase. And it can turn out as a simple but authentic poetry," malalim, at buong puso nitong litanya habang nananatili ang hitsura na para bang live na nagtatanghal. "Poetry is a-" "Okay, okay, Miss Sisil. I understand, what is poertry now," gumuhit ang isang na pipilitang ngiti sa labi ni Troye para putulin ang mukhang mahaba nitong salaysay.

"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.

sagot ko sa kanya. “I’m Gavril, I already introduce myself to you earlier.” Sagot niya. Napailing-iling naman ako at natawa sa sinabi niya. “That’s actually a poem by Emily Dickinson. That poem means that it is actually nice to be nobody than to be somebody. People think that being alone means loneliness but being alone means that you just have more time for yourself and it is better to be that way.” Sagot ko. Napangisi naman niya sa sinabi ko.

Walang baon si Luisa sa mga sandaling iyon kung hindi ang lakas loob at pag-asa na makikita niya taong sinisigaw ng kanyang damdamin. It is like a fairy tale. Sa halip na takot ay magaan ang kalooban at masaya ang nararamdaman ni Luisa. Habang binabaybay ang kagubatan, hindi niya maiwasan na busugin ang mga mata sa kagandahan ng kalikasan na nakapaligid sa kanya. Ang mga huni ng ibon, ang magagandang mga puno at halaman na sumasayaw sa saliw ng marahan at malamig na simoy ng hangin. Ang maninipis na sinag ng araw na sumisilip sa pagitan ng mga puno. Hindi akalain ni Luisa na makikita niyang lahat ang mga iyon.

Vengeance Paghihiganti ang tula ng pusong sugatan na isinusulat sa apoy, binibigkas sa dilim. At sa bawat taludtod ng poot, ang kalaban ay unti-unting nilulunod sa sariling kasalanan. 👨‍⚕️HIDEO ADONIS

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.

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"What is this piece of sheet all about? He saw sadness and disappointment in that woman's eyes when she took that crumpled paper and flattened it on the table. So, he decided to pick the paper and glance at whatever Sh*t is written in there. Sir, This maybe simple, this maybe common, but this nutritious soup will ignite your bone, A single bite can make you right, and a double sip for sleeping good. T^ SD “IT’S A POEM?Hhow dis she ...? Jeon gasped in disbelieving. How could he trample on a piece art just now. A work of art? It is as precious as the author. Now he understands why that woman was devastated after seeing him crumple this. “OH GOD, IF ONLY HE KNEW,