The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wrote)

The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wrote)

Just something that got out...

Well, actually some "things". I'll be using this thread to write my poems,
hoping somebody might like them.

Hmm... the views tick on. I wonder if someone really reads this. ^__^

yay, so glad somebody likes the poems. Thanks po!

I'll do my best to make more.

EDIT:
Well since I managed to make more after 2 years It's time I made things a bit simpler to look for.

Isn't it
Short
Rush
Faces
Loneliness
Bakit
The Failure
Paalam
Wisdom
Live
Goodbye Sadness
I see his blood
Searching
Crimony
Take two
Blocked
Acronyms
Faux Pas
Fight
Paslit
Focus
Takbuhan
Insomnia
X
Impromptu
Limericks
Takbo
Pangako
Love Poem
Alitaptap
Vulnerable
Oedipus
Self-destruction
Ordeal

​

 

[Sankaturyo]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Take two

She's gone she's gone
The nightmare's over
Bring out the fun
I've been too long sober
Let's drink till the sun
Comes up and over
And when all is done
You'll forget you loved her

Just sit on down
Everyone's waiting
We don't need a clown
So stop complaining
The shot's in town
And the beers are flowing
Yes, we know you're down
Stop your God damn crying

We watched it all
The romance and love
Yes we saw you fall
Like a gun shot dove
You can buy a mall
Meet in every club
You can sell your soul
But her, you still wont have

You ask me why there's so much I know
I loved her too but I learned to let go.

 

[Sankaturyo]

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Blocked

I write a line to pass the time
Inside this room that isn't mine
I read and see a familiar rhyme
I add some more to that single line

I try to write on common sense
Thoughts flood to me a million hence
It's hard to choose, I feel so dense
Like climbing over a picket fence

I'm tired of rhyming above with love
I've used that line since high school club
Glove? Shove? Job? Spongebob?
It's all so hard I repress a sob

I sit and stare for about an hour
Cakes can't be made without the flour
My minds as empty as a cookie jar
I guess my skills don't go too far

Before this ends I wish a sigh
To be good at writing before I die.

 

[PadrePio]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Nice nice. I specially like Blocked.

Keep 'em coming, amigo.

 

[Sankaturyo]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Acronyms

FU you SOB
I said wait a second I'll BRB!
I was AFK I just had to pee
So STFU and let me be

Get off my chair and go FY!
I was here first FYI
WTF! Why don't you just die
You quit my game don't effin lie

These GD idiots who play in shops
Just waste the money of moms and pops
They just play games till the whole world stops
That's why their grades are non but flops

If you take their meanings the lines won't rhyme
But that's your choice I don't effin mind.

 

[roan^^]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Thanks nice pu

 

[Sankaturyo]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Faux pas

A blank piece of paper
Parchments rolled up in style
Black pen and some ink
Feathers rustle in a while
Cigarettes and canned beer
Smoke and booze to last a mile
All that's left is my curiosity
Puzzled passion big as tiles

I think of you and what you've done for me
All my secrets that you keep
Times of sadness grief and pity
All the times you've seen me weep
I think of happy, childish joy and glee
And my hands begin to leap
I write all this thoughts steadily
It seems to come from somewhere deep

Shorter and shorter goes the letter
Feelings of sadness weakly flicker
Morning dawns, I sit and shudder
A lonely cold a hug-less winter

A page goes by
And ink goes dry
The times fly
As cigarettes die
I feel happy somehow sly
A letter now in my hands lie

A letter for you who said she'd stay
With all these memories that grow each day
All this favors I can't pay
I close my eyes and start to sway

 

[PadrePio]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Nice! I specially like this stanza:

Shorter and shorter goes the letter
Feelings of sadness weakly flicker
Morning dawns, I sit and shudder
A lonely cold a hug-less winter

I attributed a different meaning to it because I also felt that way when I had a bout of writer's block while writing a story. Gracias for sharing. I'm always eager to read your poems.

Keep Writing!

 

[Sankaturyo]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Fight

Blood and bruises
Blown up fuses
Men on adrenaline hype
Scattered teeth and kicking feet
The pain cuts like a knife

Skulls on bone
A jaw on stone
Faint and hazy sight
Cracked up ribs and broken hips
A punch towards the light

The fighting ends
The draw extends
One dead one barely alive
The mourning lasts for but a moment
Another pair jumps and dives

 

[Sankaturyo]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr



Hay, Wow. naka 500 hits ako kita mo nga naman. Yung 300 jan ako lang gumawa. ^__^

Pahinga muna sa pagtula at pagiging makata.

Gusto ko lang po mag thank you sa mga nag comment. Maraming salamat. Saka dun sa mga nag thanks sa posts kong poems. I'm glad nagustuhan ninyo.

Special mention kay Padre Pio. Idol talaga. Ang galing magsulat tagalog man o english. Thanks po.

At malaking thank you din po sa iba't ibang mga poets and writers dito sa Symbianize community. Sana po dumami pa tayo.

Onti pa naman yung mga naisulat ko kaya di ko muna gagawan ng table of contents... Unless siguro may mag suggest na din. ^_^ saka yung pwede ako tulungan... Di pa kasi ko marunong gumawa nun...

Ahaha, bagong goal ulit.

 

[Sankaturyo]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Paslit

Trapik na naman sa Monumento
Mga batang lansangan nakaupo sa kanto
Nakatingin sa malayo, tila wala nang wisyo
Ang kanilang mga mukha patay at blangko

Mga munting paslit na walang magulang
Ang susunod na kakainin di nila alam
Mas masahol ang wala kaysa sa kulang
Kahit ano kakainin kahit wala nang ulam

Mga batang lansangang walang ligaya
Hinagpis at sakit sa kanilang mata
Sapagkat kanina sila ay labing isa
Pagkalipas ng gutom, labi na ang isa

Binuhat ang bangkay, wala nang lamay
Karton ang kabaong, sa malalim na hukay
Walang ala-ala na siya ay nabuhay
Walang may pakialam na siya ay namatay

Isang bata ang nakita habang naglalakbay
Sa loob ng jeep ako’y nakasakay
May kislap sa mata kahit na matamlay
May nag abot ng piso sa kanyang mga kamay

Hanggang dun na lang ba ang kaya ng tao?
Wala bang karapatan ang mga batang ito?
Sila ba’y pag-asa din ng bayan ko?
Ganun na ba kahirap ang maging Pilipino?

 

[PadrePio]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Fight

Blood and bruises
Blown up fuses
Men on adrenaline hype
Scattered teeth and kicking feet
The pain cuts like a knife

Skulls on bone
A jaw on stone
Faint and hazy sight
Cracked up ribs and broken hips
A punch towards the light

The fighting ends
The draw extends
One dead one barely alive
The mourning lasts for but a moment
Another pair jumps and dives

What a very fresh imagery. The conciseness of the words made the images more vivid. I like it!

Pahinga sa pagiging makata? Hee... Once a poet, always a poet. Sulat lang ng sulat, amigo.

 

[Sankaturyo]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Focus

Across and from her eyes can't find
Where she won't look I stand behind
To spy and watch what magic binds
The Lilac's beauty into my mind

Away and far from her soft skin
I sit entranced the air grows thin
My emotions struck with a golden pin
Not much to do but keep it in

I walk on past not far nor close
Then heaven's scent wafts to my nose
Sweet angel's breath I smelled a dose
I'd die of happiness from a kiss I suppose

Above the ground from the second floor
Her face, her body they call me more
To grow a pair and break this door
That separates me from my amoure

Will she still be here on this week's end?
Will the place she'd be next to where I stand?
Will my courage carry what my heart can't mend?
Or will I stay away till the very end?

 

[Sankaturyo]

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Takbuhan

Ito ay tula
Ng isang binata
Madami ang oras
Walang magawa

Dumaan ang buhay
Nagdodota sa bahay
Sa mga computershop
Siya din ang tambay

Ang mga magulang
Saan nga ba nagkulang?
Sa kanilang anak
Wala bang pakialam?

Dala dala ng barkada
Sa tuwa at ligaya
Sa harap ng parusa
Nasan nga ba sila?

Isang gabi'y nalasing
Natutulog ng gising
Sa eskinita nakita
Sa linggo na ang libing

Ngunit siya'y masaya
Wag kayong mag alala
Namatay ng maaga
Wala na siyang problema

 

[PadrePio]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Focus

Across and from her eyes can't find
Where she won't look I stand behind
To spy and watch what magic binds
The Lilac's beauty into my mind

Away and far from her soft skin
I sit entranced the air grows thin
My emotions struck with a golden pin
Not much to do but keep it in

I walk on past not far nor close
Then heaven's scent wafts to my nose
Sweet angel's breath I smelled a dose
I'd die of happiness from a kiss I suppose

Above the ground from the second floor
Her face, her body they call me more
To grow a pair and break this door
That separates me from my amoure

Will she still be here on this week's end?
Will the place she'd be next to where I stand?
Will my courage carry what my heart can't mend?
Or will I stay away till the very end?

simpleng stalker lang ano. as usual, walang kupas.

Keep Writing, amigo!

 

[Sankaturyo]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr


Insomnia

Forgotten trades of wisdom past
Insomnia takes its toll at last
Word after word I write and cast
To rhyme and meter no thought shall pass

I write to earn that which I heed
Grave fame and fortune I do not need
I write this lines bereft of greed
I write for others my thoughts to read

I wrote of love, that petty thing
Such frail emotion no sense it brings
I tire of writing what others sing
I wish to be free of this childish wing

I wrote of death and suicide
Along societies ebbs and tides
Behind black makeup they try to hide
It did not fit what I want inside

I then tried politics a foolish course
My knowledge faltered, my rhymes got worse
Even now I'd like to curse
This effin subject, its effin source

I wrote of lines with no such meaning
Of some more lines that's not worth hearing
I've weaved a bunch of useless beings
I've created stories not worth seeing

I write tonight atop my bed
All effort flies, I succumb instead
To the pain and misery of being fed
With the pain and suffering of not being read.

 

[PadrePio]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Insomnia

Forgotten trades of wisdom past
Insomnia takes its toll at last
Word after word I write and cast
To rhyme and meter no thought shall pass

I write to earn that which I heed
Grave fame and fortune I do not need
I write this lines bereft of greed
I write for others my thoughts to read

I wrote of love, that petty thing
Such frail emotion no sense it brings
I tire of writing what others sing
I wish to be free of this childish wing

I wrote of death and suicide
Along societies ebbs and tides
Behind black makeup they try to hide
It did not fit what I want inside

I then tried politics a foolish course
My knowledge faltered, my rhymes got worse
Even now I'd like to curse
This effin subject, its effin source

I wrote of lines with no such meaning
Of some more lines that's not worth hearing
I've weaved a bunch of useless beings
I've created stories not worth seeing

I write tonight atop my bed
All effort flies, I succumb instead
To the pain and misery of being fed
With the pain and suffering of not being read.

An autobiographical poem? Very very nice, Pañero. You really have a gift for words. This poem is eloquent and such a pleasure to read.

And it seems to fit me, if you know what I mean; it seems to uh... describe me somehow. Like, unwittingly, you were able to catch a glimpse of my inner self. That's why I can deeply relate to it. Really weird, huh.

Or maybe... us writers (or those who are inclined to write) share a universal and collective thought or feeling or memory. And maybe that's the reason why, sometimes, other writers' experiences, feelings and desires, feel like our own too. Or maybe that shared thought or feeling or whatever it is called is what also gives us the itch to write, what makes us different from the "non-writing people". Because unlike them, this so-called collective thought or memory forces us to translate our thoughts into words and share them to the world.

Deym, was I blubbering again? lol I bet it didn't make any sense. Sorry for that. Anyway,

Keep Writing and Keep Sharing!

 

[Sankaturyo]

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A look at your inner self Padre ? But the depths of your wisdom are unfathomable to me. ^__^

Though somehow I do agree to what you say. Perhaps all writers/artists are but pens of one soul. Descendants of Athena and Apollo we all share a similar feeling and thought that drives us to express ourselves in a manner that separates us from the normal.

And of course, reading comments gives mo more reason to write and share ^__^ hehe

ASTIG !! naka 1000 views na ko ^__^ Thanks po sa mga nagbabasa ng poems. I hope you guys enjoy (>")> kahit onti lang. hehe

 

[Sankaturyo]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

X

This is one of those stories
That are best left forgotten
And I curse all the reasons
Why this shit had to happen

It started with love
That I thought wouldn't die
Then the climax came
When she said goodbye

And though it would seem
That that was the end
Since the pain never left
I continued instead

It took years to recover
Lots of beer, smoke and sex
Some more mindless endeavors
Just to forget my ex

All those times that I've felt
Sadness, pain and regret
I can say I've moved on
But I just can't forget

Outside this door I now stand
For a decade had passed
A chance presents itself
To confront my past

I felt I could face everything
Even natures wrath
Or maybe almost anything
I still hated math

So I walked through that door
Thinking all will be well
Just so I could find out
I've returned back to hell

I came back from the dead
Should have remained dead instead

For just now do I realize
My heart still beats for her lies.

 

[whodas]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Ganyan din ang gusto ko most of the time..

Nice posting tol

 

[whodas]

Re: The first Place i'd rather be... The last Place i'd like to be... (something I wr

Nice quote keep up.