Poetry For Me Novels & Stories

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.

Lihim siyang napangiti matapos iyon basahin. “What a lovely poem… Para naman kaya kanino ito? Ang sweet naman ng gumawa nito.” Dahil naengganyo na ay nagpatuloy si Elyssa sa paglalakad at binabasa ang bawat papel na may mga katagang nakadikit sa pader na patungo sa stadium. Thank you for giving me strength. That no one can bend Thank you for giving me hope. To ride on that treacherous slope.

"Hindi lang ito tungkol sa ngiti kapag masaya, tungkol din ito sa ngiti kung mayroong pighati. Sa luha kapag na sa'yo siya tuwing mahirap ang sitwasyon at hawak ang kamay mo hanggang sa muling pagsikat ng umaga sa mundong ginagalawan ninyo." Ngumiting pareho sina Art at Rain habang nakikinig sa kay Wind na naroon sa stage at nagpe-perfom para sa spoken poetry nila sa paaralan for their school's annual event para sa celebration ng buwan ng wika. Nagpatuloy ito roon at bawat salitang binibitiwan nito ay walang ibang sumasagi sa isip ni Art kun'di ang babaeng nasa kaniyang tabi ngayon, naka-ngiti at tutok din ang mga mata sa stage.

August's POV Para akong wala sa sarili buong araw pagkatapos ng lunch time at pangyayaring yun. Yung utak ko ay paulit ulit na bumabalik ang mga sinabi ni Cayden. Para itong sirang plaka na paulit ulit lang yung nagpiplay. Wait for me.......love Wait for me......love Wait for me......love Wait for me......love Wait for me......love Wait for me......love

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.

MANIFESTING OF MORE OPPORTUNITIES TO COME. My masterpieces, my readers, my home.✨ Bicolanong Manunulat, @Black_Jaypei

T-teka, umiiyak ba siya? “Why you always think them? Why you don’t think of you self of your happiness?” ano ba ang pinagsasabi niya? hindi ba siya takot nab aka hiwalayan na naman siya ng kapatid ko dahil sa ginagawa niya. “You’re the only one for me, mahirap ba ‘yong intindihin?” hindi ako nakapagsalita dahil sa sinabi niya sa akin.

misterfourth Why are you writing? Writing is a form of art, thus it is a medium where I express my inner feelings which I can not tell it to others nor I can't voice out. I don't write for anyone (except if it is for a project, work, or for a special someone), I write for myself—in order to satisfy what I feel on a certain time. Writing can build you into a holistic individual. :)

hahayst! Ayaw maalala ni Trsiha ang pangit na naing buhay. Tuningin ito sa amo na titig na tiitg pa rin sa kanya. "Oi friend na tayo baka nakakalimutan mo sir" Bulong ni Trisha. “Did you write that poem thinking of me Trish?” Jeon could not help but ask her. Her poems are so good and it hit him like she is telling his stories. The message is full of love and longing. Her poem reaches his inner soul as if this woman knew him for a long time.

Na-appreciate ko ang espasyong ibinibigay niya, kahit minsan nami-miss ko ang regular naming kumustahan. Si Edward naman, kabaligtaran. Ayaw makaramdam. Umabot na siya sa hindi bababa sa apat na magkaibang phone numbers, nagpapadala ng mga message na matatawag ko lang na midnight poetry attempts na sobrang cringe, parang naninigas ang buong katawan ko sa secondhand embarrassment. “I know the painful things will eventually pass, and the us we once were will no longer be us,” basa ko sa isang lalong masakit na mensahe na dumating ng alas-dos ng madaling araw.