This has been one of my longest poems (thirty stanzas), and this has a chock full of inspirations, like there are twenty or more people linguistically and intricately written down in words that describe them and express my true feelings for them, but if ever one of them guesses that this stanza is theirs or what, it’s up to you to untangle the knotted trinkets and see what jewels lay hidden between the letters for you. Ha-ha, what a vocabulary! Anyway, to further explain, my inspirations for this poem include my Batch Matalas classmates of DIS Pulong Buhangin Branch (acronym for the school I’ve mentioned a couple of poems ago, because I’m getting tired typing it), and a few more other people, so enjoy! :)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
XXIII
WILL
To let, but not! Hath give me speak
In ev’ry second, so a word
And make it last before it’s weak
Before the moon rose for the bird
To enemies, past was the war
Let us be glad in times of mine
Let leave our grudges, throw afar
And sing to ends with sparkling wine
To mystify, she twinkles soft
In murmurs, I hear her rejoice
We thank the God for lives aloft
And sing for Him with boundless voice
To joyful spirits, make me laugh!
And bring such a wonderful dream
Let ripen it! And bring a staff
To fill our stomachs with such gleam!
To flirty eyes, show love to all!
Entice the nations to your smile!
So changeable, the sides to call
And give me mem’ries, inch and mile
To simple, serious, reminds me!
A quirky thought of horror fright
Such mountaintops, such oddity!
Much spin the mood in lighter light
To shyness, diff’rent in my eye
Her hands that once have captured me
A twitch in control, stranger sigh
And, lucky man, too far to see!
To hidden beauty, let it shine
Never be ‘fraid of what possess
In homely face come gems divine!
But she won’t look at her own dress
To neophil’ia, something new!
The tow’ring columns, weights in ears
In flowing velvet, shade it through
And sketch a world; everyone hears!
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
