Thursday, November 29, 2007
Sonnet XVII
I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving
but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
100 Love Sonnets, 1960
by Pablo Neruda
Labels: poems
Friday, October 12, 2007
I Wish I could Remember...
I wish I could remember that first day,
First hour, first moment of your meeting me,
If bright or dim the season, it might be
Summer or Winter for aught I can say;
So unrecorded did it slip away,
So blind was I to see and to foresee,
So dull to mark the budding of my tree
That would not blossom for many a May.
If only I could recollect it, such
A day of days! I let it come and go
As traceless as a thaw of bygone snow;
It seemed to mean so little, meant so much;
If only now I could recall that touch,
First touch of hand in hand - Did one but know!
XOXOXOXOXOXO
by Christina RossettiLabels: poems
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Edna
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
the old snow melt from every mountain-side;
and last year's leaves are smoke on every lane;
but last year's bitter loving must remain.
Heaped on my heart and my old thoughts abide
there are a hundred places where I fear
to go - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
by anonymousLabels: poems
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Behind Closed Doors
Behind closed doors, I seek retreat
away from the eyes I fear to meet.
Burned and overwhelmed with pain,
old feelings of regret and confusion remain.
Behind closed doors, I reside
deep-seated emotions stirring inside.
Nostalgic memories of old broken promises,
again smashing my heart into pieces.
Behind closed doors, tears pervade
as thoughts of you persist to invade.
Loving and hurting seem to come as one,
as I realized things could never have forever gone.
Behind closed doors, I thrive
willing myself to survive.
Caring for you in the only way I know,
loving you yet letting you go.
Behind closed doors, where I took refuge
that from which I now slowly emerge.
Leaving behind all the sorrow,
and learning to look towards tomorrow.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
September 1996
disclaimer: i wrote this a good 10 years ago, when i was a 15-year-old hopeless romantic. i'm now 25 (insisting to be 20 years old) and though i penned my last piece of poetry more than seven years ago, i am still every inch a hopeless romantic.Labels: poems, scribblings from me
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Thursday, November 09, 2006
You Must Let it Go
You cannot erase the past;
You must let it go,
you must accept the
lessons learned.
You cannot stop time
or stand still in a world
racing round in circles;
You must dance with the wind
and sing with the songs
that are playing.
Let whatever mistakes
you have made
remain in the shadows
of times gone by,
to the mysteries in life.
Keep looking...
for the peacefulness
you are searching for
Keep believing...
in the contentment
you talk so endlessly about
Keep trying...
to be all that you are.
Remember...
the magic in life ends
whenever you decide
you have everything.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
by anonymous
got this from a friend's blog
Labels: poems
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8:01 AM
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Beyond Forgetting
For a moment I thought I could forget you.
For a moment I thought I could still the restlessness in my heart. I thought the past could no longer haunt me - nor hurt me. How wrong I was!
For the past, no matter how distant, is as much a part of me as life itself. And you are part of that life. You are so much a part of me - of my dreams, my early hopes, my youth and my ambitions - that in all my tasks I can't help remembering you. Many little delights and things remind me of you.
Yes, I came. And would my pride mock my real feelings? Would the love song, the sweet and lovely smile on your face, be lost among the deepening shadows?
I have wanted to be alone.
I thought I could make myself forget you in silence and in song...And yet I remembered. For who could forget the memory of the once lovely, the once happy world such as ours?
I came because the song that I kept through the years is waiting to be sung. I cannot sing it without you. The song when sung alone will lose the essence of its tune, because you and I had been one.
I have wanted this misery to end, because it is part of my restlessness. Can't you understand? Can't you divine the depth and the tenderness of my feelings towards you? Yes, can't you see how I suffer in this even darkness without you?
You went away because you mistook my silence for indifference. But silence, my dear, is the language of my heart. How could I essay the intensity of my love when silence speaks a more eloquent tone? But, perhaps, you didn't understand...
Remember, I came because the gnawing loneliness is there and will not be lost until the music is sung, until the poem is heard, until the silence is understood....until you come to me again.
For you alone can blend the music and memory into one consuming ecstasy. You alone...
XOXOXOXOXOXO
by Rolando A. Carbonell
for him whom i thought i could forget...Labels: poems
Monday, May 22, 2006
Pasakalye
Well...oh...
Basically...actually...
You know...(I love you!)
XOXOXOXOXOXO
by anonymousLabels: poems
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6:43 PM
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Stumble
I'd rather
heave half a brick than say
I love you, though I do
I'd rather
crawl in a hole than call you
darling, though you are
I'd rather
wrench off an arm than hug you though
it's what I long to do
I'd rather
gather a posy of poison ivy than
ask if you love me
so if my
hair doesn't stand on end it's because
I never tease it
and if my
heart isn't in my mouth it's because
it knows its place
and if I
don't take a bite of your ear it's because
gristle gripes my guts
and if you
miss the message better get new
glasses and read it twice
XOXOXOXOXOXO
by Phyllis GotliebLabels: poems
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Why Should I Dream?
What's the use of dreaming
when my dreams rarely come true?
Why do I keep believing
that someday I'll be with you?
What's the use of wishing
when my wishes never reach you?
I always keep on thinking
why do I love you?
What's the use of waiting
for you a year or two -
without ever knowing
if you feel the way I do.
What's the use of dreaming?
One thing I'm sure is true -
at least in my dreams, I'm feeling
that somehow, you love me too.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
by anonymousLabels: poems
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Too Much
Too many promises broken
Too many tears were shed
Too many words unspoken
Too many hearts mend.
Too many prayers unanswered
Too many calls to heed
Too many dreams were shattered
Too many words that bleed.
Too many times I fell
Too many risks to take
Too many lies to tell
Too much for love's sake.
Too much pain I feel
Too many secrets I keep
Too many feelings unreal
Too many thoughts so deep.
Too many chances wasted
Too many times I tried
Too many failures tasted
Too many questions, why?
Too many dates to set
Too many things to do
Much of too many I get
But never enough of you.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
by anonymous
for him whom i never get enough of...Labels: poems
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1:39 AM
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Untitled
never say i love you
if you don't really care.
never talk about feelings
if they aren't really there...
never hold my hand
if you mean to break my heart.
never say you're going to
if you don't really plan to start....
never look into my eyes
if all you do is lie.
never say hello
if what you really mean is goodbye...
XOXOXOXOXOXO
by anonymous
for him who held my hand but broke my heart...Labels: poems
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2:59 AM
Friday, May 13, 2005
Not Because...But Because...
i love you...
not because you feel the same way...
but because you've made me into someone whom i wasn't before.
i miss you...
not because you're gone...
but because things between us are not the way they used to be.
i want you back...
not because you've always been there...
but because my life seems empty without you.
i'm sorry...
not because i've hurt you...
but because i'm in love with you when i wasn't supposed to.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
by anonymousLabels: poems
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6:13 PM
Friday, April 08, 2005
Sinenomine
a speck of dust.
floating around.
fearless. fanciful.
settling on a rock.
camouflaging.
failing. fleeing.
forgotten.
XOXOXOXOXOXO
January 2000Labels: poems, scribblings from me
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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Sa Paglalaro ng Bridge
Lubos akong natutuwa
sa bawat pagbalasa mo
ng iyong lumang baraha.
Bridge kamo tayo.
Tayo ang magkatapat,
ang magkapareha,
sabi mo
sagot mo ko.
Okay.
Nagsimula ang pag-bid
nagyayabangan,
nagtatawanan,
nagtititigan,
at tila nagbabasahan ng isip.
Pilit kong hinuhulaan
kung anong nasasaloob mo,
kung anong balak mo...
ganoon ka rin kaya sa kin?
Kung minsan nagtutugma,
kung minsan hindi.
Umaasa akong
maiisip mo
ang pagtatayang
ginagawa ko...
gusto ko rin namang manalo.
Sumang-ayon ka sa bid ko.
Three hearts.
Bigla akong natakot,
nag-alinlangan,
di-nakapagsalita...
tiningnan mo ko
at tinanong,
"Bakit?"
sabi ko lang,
"Wala!"
nginitian mo ko sabay sabi -
"Trust me..."
Okay ulit.
Nagpatuloy tayo...
ginawa ko ang lahat -
nagbaba ng
sarili
kong mga baraha.
Nananalo ako, nananalo ka,
kahit minsan may mali.
Masaya naman tayo
ngumingisi,
nangungusap,
sinusubukang mandaya.
Lahat ito ginagawa ko
sa paglalaro ko
kasama mo.
Manalo lang sana tayo.
Malapit na,
nararamdaman ko,
panalo na tayo...
sa bawat ikot,
sa bawat pagtataya.
All to win.
Ibigay mo lang
ang alas na puso mo...
sagot ko na yong iba.
Naniwala ako sa yo,
sa atin -
subalit
mali pala,
nasa kalaban...
nagpanggap ka lamang
na nasa iyo,
na ibibigay mo.
Natalo tayo.
At natalo ako
sa sinabi mong...
"Okay lang -
it's only a game!"XOXOXOXOXOXO
adapted from a poem originally written by Phillip Medina
March 2004
for him who used to be my Bridge partner...Labels: poems, scribblings from me
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Sunday, April 03, 2005
I hate goodbyes...
- the good old building that sheltered us all...
- gave us comfort, and nurtured our young and fragile minds and hearts...
back when we were in the process of knowing ourselves...
back when we had nothing but dreams...
back when we treasured nothing but real friendships,
she was the only silent witness...
Colayco Hall takes her final bow...XOXOXOXOXOXO
by anonymous
from the Colayco Reunion teaser... Labels: poems, snapshots
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