Poetry Collection L
Broken Wings and Fragile Things
The first man I gave my heart to
I gave it on a string
When time was ripe and it was gold
And it had fully feathered wings;
He took it like a child and then
Played with it for a time
But, like children do with toys,
He tossed it, lost it, like a dime;
He might have left it with the Puck himself
Or on a branch with the Faerie folk
Who flipped it, hurled it, let it fly
And took it as a simple joke.
They locked it in Pandora's box
And threw away the key in
So when Pandora opened it,
It half-escaped with a damaged wing;
My heart, poor heart, was tattered, torn
For it had turned into a scarlet red
It breathed so longingly in heavy beats -
And every time it cried it bled;
As if this was not enough for them,
It was shot and partly ate like meat
Until it escaped and rolled on downhill
And stopped at someone else's feet.
The man, no one I knew at all -
Picked it up, defended it -
He took it in his hands and then
Brought it home and mended it;
He restored its missing pieces
And sew them together with a thread;
He kept it warm under his blankets
And sheltered on his bed.
And when the time came he knocked on my door
To return that fragment of my soul
But I had no heart in me to take it back,
Though in my chest there was a hole...
The last man I gave my heart to -
Now strung up on a string
Time has passed and its passion red
Now mended from its broken wings.
Regine Miren D. Cabato
I-Brebeuf
regininers@yahoo.com
Philippines
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UNTITLED
I live because you lived
In a life full of leaves
I breath because you breathed
In an oxygen that fills with wind
How could I feel this way
A feeling that could hit the bay
I talk because you talked
In a voice that is all high long
I walk because you walked
To many miles along the road
I started to realized a place
When we became close that day
I sing because you sing
To the song that I have composed
I write because you wrote
On a poem for along life long
I desire to be fame
Well, what else can I say?
Wel, I forgot to say
How could you make me feel
This way
I look through your eyes from far away
You ignore me just right away.
Oh! Were just friends
Anyway
You just treat me
Something that way
I was expecting you
Will say
Can I be with you this day?
What a lovely day for me
To be with you in a way
Where you will admit a way
How our friendship remains
Everyday
Therese Margarette E. Duterte
1-St. Ignatius
Ateneo De Zamboanga University
Zamboanga City, Philippines
lauricecute_22@yahoo.com
Zamboanga City, Philippines
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Things are meant to be
Every single thing in the world means something to me
That makes me see that they link with me
Now that I know that things are meant to be
That's why I'm surrounded with people that is ready to be with me.
Things we want are difficult to get
Even though we know it's the craziest to be met
People tend to say that were too ambitious in that way
But there's nothing wrong to get curious with the things we should get.
We get the things that we hate the best
But we must realized that they are part of our quest
Our life is a game to be played
And receiving these things that we hate are God made.
Chazandra Joy Pis-an
III- St. Claver
chazan_kay2x@yahoo.com
Philippines
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"WITHOUT HIM"
For the first time I met you
I felt this true love in my heart.
It seems like it's buried so deep
and I couldn't get rid of it.
You're the brightest star in my sight,
every night.
You were always at my side
even in my horrible fright.
I always love the way you embrace me
whenever I shiver.
When it's cold and you're at my side,
it becomes warm.
For the first time in my life I found the guy
that I would really love until the day I die.
Without him I'm nothing...
Without him I will die...
Donessa B. Nanding
III - St. de Britto
Email Ad:donessa_nanding06@yahoo.com
Country:Philippines
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