The Unknown Poet: Untold Soul

MY "FIRSTS" and I LOVE IT

I was so in-love with these poems because these are my first and dedicated to my parents, friends, and "the one" - I thought. I poured out my soul in these. I showed my love through these poems. My "FIRSTS" and I love it.

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To my mom "nanay". This was my first poem, I have written this as my gift to her on my High School graduation day (2015), to show my love to her. She is a mom that compares to no one. She sacrificed for us to live and be educated.

MY ANGEL

You care for me and guide me,
You show your gentleness and love.
As you walk through life beside me.

You are tougher than I know -
You cook viands for me every day in just a blow,
You arrange my toys, my stuffs in a row.
You do great things for me everyday
You teach me how to be a good boy day by day,
You make me happy all the way.

You are always there to make me tough
When I got stumbled so rough
And heal my bruise through your magical touch.

You are down to earth guardian angel
Singing sweetly my favorite jingle
Just to make me nestle
Every time I'm asleep, I felt your cuddle.

I'm blessed to have you my angel -
Always sharing love
Like God above.
Thank you for being best among the rest.

Grateful and lucky to call you, Nanay.

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To my dad "tatay". Even though he was that bad, I love him for he showed to us how to stand on our own feet. Through those disciplines, he made us strong, and dreamed nothing but to raise us the best way he can.

FATHER'S ADVICE

This time I gonna be frank,
I'll say what I wanted so don't rank.
Abate first the heat in my pate,
'Cause you're home late.
This time I gonna be angry,
For I wanted you to be educated and wealthy.
As long as you stay kind, you'll become-
You'll become what you dreamed if your companions are tome.
Yahweh is your guide to your dreams,
Anak, believe in Him and benediction will come in teems.

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For the "the one" - I thought. I am a man who is timid and no confidence. One day, I was in-love with a classmate, but have no courage to speak it up. I can't vent out my feelings to her because I might be busted or rejected. I don't know how to court a girl that's why I kept it for myself. I wrote poems for her, showing how I love her, but these poems were kept. I didn't give them to her or even read them to her. A year after, I befriended her and I cut my white feather and had the courage to say it to her.

WHITE FEATHER

There's the moment,
The perfect time!
Vent out feelings, I faint
I flee afore coz' I can't.
Looking hind, frightened to face
Two-faced, to do the pace
Stumbled as taking the race
Abashed as trying to rise amidst of their cachinnate.

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The first poem I had written for her. The way it is written is like for a one night stand, but I write it this way because like a pillow, I can't leave her for a day. I want to always see her and those smiles, those lovely face.