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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