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I enjoy writing and reading poems especially those with symbols, sense, rhythm, and rhyme. The least that I write are the ones pertaining to broken love. I'm getting sick and tired of those types of poems. It's always, they loved the person but in the end, all was nothing. I love expressing my thoughts and emotions through symbols—that which cannot be easily understood and identified. And when the reader knows what that representation meant, he will be amazed and a grin will be forced out of his face. (For a full list of my works, go to my personal poetry portfolio courtesy of PostPoems.
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| Gems Of Poetry |
Afraid to Love
I'm afraid to love, afraid to hope
For a person who will be at my side
In a relation, I'm loose as a rope
Before friendship has risen, love has died
I dread love, thinking that one day
This love would be nothing but waste
Afraid that someday she'll walk away
And be oblivious of this love in haste
Day by day, I get weak when love speaks
As the blood from my heart leaks
I can't search for the one to fix
My broken heart stabbed with angry sticks
How should I feel? I cannot dream
I cannot give or share a heart
I am foreshadowed by hatred so dim
I cannot prove that love is an art
So what can I do, I'm not brave enough
To sturdily stand in a world so tough
I know that in darkness bursts a light
For 'HE' is the 'One' to set things right
Intelligent Fools
Upright creatures with guided growth
Thinking beings with careful structure
Smart animals, where they dwell shows
Yet create a mournful world of torture
Gifted with minds of eternal memory
Given a place where life is glad
Nurtured by Someone who reigns holy
Yet grows in a world with manners mad
Imbued with a chance of doing creation
Forged in a shield of sturdy defense
Presented with gifts deserving appreciation
Yet plants a shrub with vileness intense
Unlike a dog who cannot even cry
Though pain and death come in its way
Unlike immobile trees just waiting to die
Yet the hunter within him often stays
Aware of the things the future brings
Equipped with weapons that never rust
But why can't the many angels sing
Upon seeing these forms who grow in lust
The smallest they can do is live in peace
But why can't they? Easy it seems
As they battle their friends on hell is a feast
Of whipped souls, on fire is where they swim
The Purpose
Life is defined in different sorts
What is the reason of being born?
No one ever finds a proven answer
Answers and reactions truly bewilder
Others think that life has sanity
While other clusters say it's cruelty
We take care of ourselves until that day
That day when life had passed away
Everything we keep won't last that long
Even our existence is not always on
Profession is something we struggle for
Is title the only thing we aspire in labor?
Death for some time will cut our bliss
Or maybe the grief that souls entice
Sometimes I wonder what God really plans
For us, His children, we cannot understand
Are we God's toys for Him to be entertained?
Or are we just species that maybe are feigned
The purpose perhaps is beyond the wall
The mystifying wall parting death from all
The Purpose (Answered)
The answer I searched for appeared so soon
And it's as so mystic as the golden moon
Yesterday I asked what the purpose of life is
Answered from someone in the reign of Ramses
I really have to live to fully evolve
Because I'm a soul in the cycle of life involved
For every incarnation is another evolution
Of the spirit within me, I'm God's creation
I occupied this body and after time I'll leave
I was merely surprised that I've more to give
If only I knew how many lives I existed
The bewildered soul in me wouldn't be offended
I was born to be with the One they call the Source
And to it I believe, with proofs, of course
And now I know what I should rightly do
For if I was bad, in my next life, I'd be blue
Fool is what others may call me as I speak
I rather evolve and with these I'll be meek
I now conclude that the ancients are smarter
For they know both the outer and the inner
We're not God's toys for Him to be entertained
Nor species that knowledge is all what's gained
The purpose is buried beneath our memory
On our wide minds it was the primary entry
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I Live In This Place (In The Verge Of Collapse)
The sun sets down earlier than before
With excitement to shine on other realms
For one nation is wicked to the core
The corrupt ones she often overwhelms
I live in a country where snakes infest
These serpents that outnumber the white sheep
When they're maltreated they always protest
But in the reign of the night they maltreat
I live in a state torn 'part by beliefs
Parallel and opposed to one another
People are blind that they don't see the gifts
Which were given by the Lord, the Father
I live in a state where rivers are red
The once fresh water mixed with human blood
Witnessing crime, an outpost of the dead
The truth that the rivers quietly hug
I live in this place so conservative
Where man needs to hear every single sound
To escape from prisons where evil lives
Truly my country is a crooked mound
I live in a state, no oneness at all
Where everyone wants to be at the top
They ignore the good; don't listen to calls
Announcing the hitch that'll sneakily pop
I live in this place so near at the edge
So close to fall and fully break apart
As she stays below, she is hard to fetch
In the last minute she will grow a heart
I live in a state where it's very dark
The only light she will have is her hope
In the peace of the night is when she'll hark
After time, she'll reappear on the globe
And after it's done, the sun shines again
My nation once in the verge of collapse
After glory I'll do the best I can
To uphold my kingdom with no perhaps
Pathetic Me...
I stand in this stage, oh pathetic me
I begin to unfold after counting to three
The truths I want you to see; one, two, three:
Conquered with fate so rude
Pampered with time so strict
Displaced with anguished mood
Imbued with choices constrict
Tormented with events obscure
Tortured with reasons unnecessary
Plagued with diseases uncured
Filled with hopes so arbitrary
Entailed in a drama so out of place
Jailed in a cage so hard to escape
Left from a vehicle so swift to chase
Cursed with phrases so tough to say
Smashed with boulders so heavy
Flattened with the world so grim
Pushed in a chamber so unlucky
Trapped in a cell so dim
Engulfed with feelings so painful
Haunted with thoughts that sting
Enchanted with destiny so sorrowful
Contained in this soul is pathetic me…
I now go back to my isolated lair
And consider as a law that reality is unfair
For I am a very pathetic rat and nobody's heir
Our Teacher, Our Mother
You introduced yourself with a smile
Promising love reaching a thousand miles
You explained things we couldn't know
When we turn the wrong way you say 'no!'
You understood how hard it is for us
The hard things that knowing them is a must
You always share a piece of your heart
When we always fail and return to the start
So many times we made you cry
But then to each other we reconciled
Many times you relate to us your life
A symbol of a mother, so open wide
We asked for something and you gave it
The purity of your soul, we don't rate it
And when we weep you feel the grief
So bad the time we'll have is brief
Your kindness, your love, your caring touch
Is something of you we adore so much
We want to say this, our beloved teacher
That we love you, our affectionate mother
There's Always A Reason (Karma)
Funny how some people ask, "Why me?"
While the reason is only their cruelty
For there is a law of cause and effect
If you were bad, what do you expect?
I was born with poor and ill eyes
But it's just now that I realize
That I did something wrong in my past
So glad I'm repaying it so fast
Acting monstrously is punishing yourself
Doing good, to your soul you help
How many times would you like to live
If destruction and hatred is all you leave
No, you can't escape your only record
Whatever you steal, you must afford
Let us accept whatever happens to us
There's always a reason and it's must
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