Novel & Cerita Spoken Poetry English About Life

Ariel then gave out a louder, stronger note, and in the voice of a canary he sang these words to an impromptu air: "O! heavy the tread of the march of life, And weary the striving and vain the strife, And lonely the way for you and for me If Love be not of the company. For life is love, and love is life, And everything else is useless strife See, Love is beckoning you and me, Haste then and join his company."

Thorne stepped up, holding the mic close, and spoke, not sang. "Kung bawat gabi ay sigaw, Bakit ang umaga ay ganito pa rin? Bakit ang katahimikan, parang parusa?" Spoken word. Slam poetry. Walang background noise. Just his voice and the static in the crowd's chest. It wasn't just a performance, parang therapy session. Sobrang bigat.

"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.

“Manigas ka riyan, bahala ka. Kahit ano pang sabihin ko, tiyak naman na hindi mo mauunawaan. Lokong ‘to. Pasalamat ka, malaki-laki kang magbigay, kung hindi baka tinadyakan ko pa ang mukha mo. Mahirap na nga ang tao, inaakusahan pa ng kung anu-ano. Siyempre, sinasamantala ko ang pagkakataon. Ganoon talaga ang buhay.” “Shut up.” “Mukha mo.” “I already said shut up!” “I was saying a poem. That’s all.” “Poem, my ass! Liar.” “It’s true. ‘Want to hear the English version? ‘I love the mountains. I love the rolling hills. I love the flowers. I love the daffodils. I love the fireside. When the lights are low. I love—” “Oh, shut up!”

Pero mas maganda sana ang pakiramdam ko kung napanood ako ni mommy. Sunod na ang mga contestant ng spoken word poetry at una si Delancy kaya nasa stage na siya ngayon. Habang ako naman ay nandito sa gilid at nakaabang sa tatlong araw niyang pinractice. Kung ikaw ay akin Kung ikaw ay akin, singtamis ng pulot ang bawat araw May kilig at lambing na kailanma'y hindi papanaw Ang bawat gising na malamig, ay pupunan ng kape sa umaga

Vida's Point of View] “Unwilling before why a heavy, heart forgive betrayed by the arts I hope you give me a chance to explain. It was unintentional. Nobody came up with the idea. It was bound to happen. I'm the one who has to apologize. because of what she did She simply rushes in with her emotions. We're not so dissimilar. I swear to you, We can construct a bridge. Across the chasm that separates us If you give me a chance, To say the words that have formed—not in my head, but in my heart I beg your pardon.” “Nice! Wow!I hope everyone is given this poem, hahaha. It’s enviable,” said Faye, after she snatched the paper from my hand. “Tss. What's enviable? It's annoying. He wrote it in Englis

Kaya't give and take he'll be here by 15 minutes. More than enough time to wrap up my delusional concert. 🎶 I like the way you lick the bowl (sheesh) Somehow your method touches my soul (sheesh, yeah) It lifts me up to heights unknown (ayy) So when they ask, "How's life?" I go (sheesh, sheesh) When life deals us cards Make everything taste like it is salt Then you come through like the sweetener you are To bring the bitter taste to a halt