Student Poem In English Novels & Stories

At kasabay ng pagtayo ko mula sa madilim na sulok na ito ay ang pag-asa na unti-unting maghihilom ang sugat dito sa puso ko. Enrique drove me home. Tahimik lang ang biyahe but we sat in comfortable silence. Hanggang sa binuksan niya ang radio. Parang nang-aasar ang Universe. Hindi awit ang bumungad sa radio kundi isang lalaking nag-de-deliver ng makabagbag damdaming spoken word poetry. Ipinakilala niya ang titulo ng kanyang piyesa, Mga Basang Unan.

“Yes Sir, i'm sorry if it was not good, you give me short time and I’m in rush you know” Paliwanag ng dalaga hindi niya ma express sa English na biglaan ang utos nito kaya hindi siya makahanap ng mga tamang salita. “Damn!, are you serious? did you listen to your poem? it's fantastic Trish it's so beautifully created and take note given the pressure and the short time it was so great. Honey, Did you know that I’m so proud of you?”

“Umiinom sa ilalim ng gabi ng taglagas. “Nararamdaman ang napipintong pagsuka sa pagsapit ng bukas. “Kahit na nairita at naiinip.” “Nagawa ko pa ring magisip.” Nang matapos siya sa pagrerecite, agad itong nababahalang nagtanong kay Penny ng, “May kahulugan naman ang poem na ginawa ko, magandang Penny, hindi ba? May pagasa kaya ito na maging champion ngayong taon?”

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.

Hinalikan ko ang palad ng aking anak and watching her eyes wishing that she will open them and stare at me innocently pero walang nangyari. Hindi ito nagmulat ng mata at kita ko na halos hindi na ito humihinga.. And with my trembling voice I continue singing her the song dahil iyon na lamang ang maipapabaon ko rito.. Ang sakit sobra.. "Cause I have seen a thousand things, A thousand minds and what they bring to this world and to this home but where I stand well I don't know. And people come and people go, people I will never know but if I did and if I could I wonder when and where I stood"

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.

"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.

'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.

"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.

I sighed in frustration. "Looking at the beautiful sea. Holding a can of beer to ease my anxiety. I realized that I Still cannot see the real meaning of things that put through my shoulders. Although the sky reflects the tranquility, even the ocean waves tried to reached the sand. My eyes saw the visibility of a raging waves having the shadow of the sun. I am lost cause I felt the chain attached to me and I will never be free."napatulala lang ako lalo habang binibigkas ang sarili kong poem na nagawa sa pagmamasid sa paligid at pag iisip. "How to escape this kind of destiny? If my mind is troubled with uncertainty." I continued.