Spoken Poetry Tungkol Sa Pamilya Novels & Stories

her mom says, “Let her explain where she had been,” her father said, “Dad, I had been up and down and since I have been going up and down, I have never come back shameful but glorious, believe me, I will never bring shame into this family” 'Tara says “All that your poems don't answer my questions,” her father said, “where have you been, who are living with?“ her father asked, “we will call your phone number, always users busy,” her father says, “can you tell me where I have wronged you?“ her father inquired,

"We can start with Kuya Spike." Ngumiti siya kay Spike, bago inabot ang mikropono na malugod naman na tinanggap ng anak ko. "Good morning po everyone. I am Spike Vax Angeles Buenavista... I would like to say thank you to all of you po, for coming here. " Tipid siyang ngumiti, halatang nahihiya pa. "Also, to my mommy... Thank you for this surprise. I love you po." Napangiti ako sa narinig, saglit lang siyang tumigil, animo'y nag-iisip. "I do only have one wish, but before I say it. Mommy, you are enough for me and Zevria. I hope you don't question yourself for that po." Napalunok ako sa narinig, anong ibig niyang sabihin? "My wish is to have a whole family po." "My wish is to have a whole fam

Tears kept going down my cheeks and my heart were burning at his disgusting words. "Are you trying to sermon me? Right now?! After kicking out my dad!?" Hatred kept growing up my in my heart and gave me a bitter sensation towards him. "Family comes together For always and forever In sickness and in health In poverty or in wealth Family comes together For always and forever Without any reason Anytime or any season Family comes together For always and forever. I spent years and years trying to build this family in the right way at all costs. I spent years getting my wife pregnant and building up a family that the world will respect and bow down to."

“Just this. Forever.” We dressed and walked back slowly, the festival still glowing in the distance. The team waited on the veranda with quiet smiles and raised glasses. Tunde offered a simple toast—short, heartfelt, ending with Papa Luca’s words we all knew by heart. “Family isn’t about never bleeding. It’s about who you bleed for.” We drank to that. To the atoll. To the children sleeping in the guest house. To the life that had taken root deeper than any shadow could reach.

Love, Sampalok Family Napangiti ako nang mabasa ang Sampalok Family, hindi ko alam kung para saan. "Written in a billion skies," nagulat na lang ako sa sarili ko nang kusang bumuka ang aking bibig para kantahin iyon. "Speaking to this heart of mine." Natulala ako. Parang hinahaplos ang aking puso. Tumingin ako sa labas ng bintana. Isang musika ang tuluyang nag-play sa utak ko. Those people in the cafe and the song they sing earlier, it's all familiar.

Kahit I wasn’t very close to them nor we have been on contact everyday, it felt warm and nice to have a parents that love me unconditionally. “Yes, I’m home now…” I whispered with happiness and warmth. I tighten my grip on them and nodded my head. Yes, it felt good to be home. Kung ang pagkalunod sa kadiliman ay nangangahulugan ng pansamantalang kaluwagan mula sa mga tanikala na nagbubuklod sa iyo sa iyong pangalan, hanggang kailan ka mananatili? That was what I was the thing I want to ask myself right now.

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his voice barely audible. Night Reflections – The House Divided Later, the family separated into private worlds: Sandra poured out her rebellion in secret poetry. Tshepo sat outside, trembling, imagining worst-case consequences. Mathapelo whispered prayers, struggling under Kate’s curse. Gail chronicled each day, desperate for control. Abby sipped whiskey, oblivious to the chaos. Mom hummed old tunes, weighed down by depression. The house was full of life—but everyone was isolated within their own fears and secrets.

The poem is titled 'SPEAK TO YOURSELF' and it reads thus. ******************************************************* How often do you converse with yourself? How often do you speak to yourself? How often do you listen to yourself when no one is speaking? How often do you minister to yourself? How often do you truly embrace yourself, your pain, your flaws, your truth, your fears... SPEAK TO YOURSELF Say to yourself.... "Though I am shattered and bereaved and I might wither with the wind but like seeds, I can sprout out of the ground, new and better. "

And we come here every evening, To spite all the troubles. Let these candles never go out, The fire never goes out! And the scars of fate will heal And keep the family warm! »