Favorite Poems of Mahal Ko Kuya Ko
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I am in awe of the translation of your eyes
from forgotten languages of dreams... -
at that tender age when one still believed
openly bleeding wounds make for devotion... -
Another poem asking for the impossible.
Another night wishing you were here... -
Perhaps you dream of someone,
Somewhere, sometime, in the wind wishing that it... -
How I wished you walked away
sooner... -
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Do you stay up at night
thinking of our crusades... -
the drizzling of promises to
herself have failed her... -
is the silence damning or was it the lack of...
in the garden? it made me think too much of you... -
The nights are starting to stretch into early
evenings – where there once was a boundless... -
draw me a tree
one with leaves as red as sunsets... -
for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey... -
Poetry, more than mere words on the page's scroll...
Resounds within, where human depths are found... -
Leveraging the greater good against the warmth of...
Belies a train of thought better to divide and... -
I wish you'd held on for me,
and waited out my tide... -
At the junction of cold time and sweet location...
like a whisper with a wrenching tension, arresting... -
A whisper in the breeze, a dance of golden light,
Informed me that the season past... -
Whose woods these are I cannot say,
Their laughter rings from far away... -
march is like a fair maiden in a white sari
constantly asking me to take the first train home... -
Our love reminds me of the sea and shore
Where the water and sand will first attract... -
september hovers over my bloated fingers before
pressing her petite lips on them and leaving... -
a chain of incomplete
inconsistencies... -
Your eyes remind me of Jacó;
They seize me like the moon does the waves... -
The horizon ahead is painted with gold.
Waves of fuchsia and lilac meet... -
I delay the onset of the hurt
you unintentionally caused... -
it takes the little blood left within
you to reconcile with the past... -
Lost again in his starry gazes
Amidst the crowded staircase... -
Randomly, I'll remember
bits and pieces of it... -
Take me back to the days when your coughing fits...
When I thought it was bad that you’d forget to... -
Mud on the doormat,
wind rushing... -
I feel you...
in the rustling of the leaves... -
what happens when you hit rock bottom
not once, but twice... -
The last time I saw Beirut,
a full moon was curbing its rooftops... -
I've been reading the words you left behind
again... -
Someone turned their back today
someone else had to die... -
The sky smothers me with showers of cold
but I grin as though, I am soaked in gold... -
The sight of grandma
in her slow walk towards the sink... -
Sun light radiates
the blonde fields... -
I long to travel through all your territory
taking long steps on the way... -
A gasping confession
of a pubescent fault... -
The owl came last night
it’s never been before... -
Hidden messages adorn a sunrise
where my eyes engage in simple conversation... -
You who laugh at poetry and shy from anarchy,
claiming logic while lurking in shadows... -
For centuries
they've trapped you... -
In my childhood, Lotus grew up 'midst my
throat fast that even the Spring of our... -
Maybe I was the ocean, come crashing in,
and you were the stream, undisturbed on a quiet... -
Visiting the home of my childhood,
standing on a tiny patch of grass... -
I'm not the man
you thought... -
In the shelter of my mind
through the window of my eyes... -
Winter
cold and frosty mornings... -
I once was a feather
that clung to the leaf... -
It's the simplest activities in life,
That are somehow becoming much more complicated... -
MUSTANG
A new day is born over the vast western plains... -
Alone;
Drowning in an ocean of a million people, I feel... -
The lonely heart is unseen,
a dancer alone... -
Here on the driest continent on earth
the smell of rain was named... -
Jotting thoughts of you and me
Under a pregnant moon... -
your leaves
(when they part with you in autumn... -
... it rained today, and yesterday
my bluey sky, growls black and grey... -
The Actor
Liking the character an actor portrays... -
Shall I endure her vilest winter frost
and splay archangels in the idle snow... -
I don't recall
the first time I knew him... -
In raw blackness
you want to find fireflies... -
What is the sound of a heart that’s bursting,
but a mere recollection of a bygone time... -
-Its long but please read it...it really did...
Monday Night... -
I like the strange silence
that engulfs you in the middle of the night... -
A YOUNG COLONIAL BOY
I can still remember that damp, chilly Virginia... -
A lonely walk through frozen flowers
to a sea, tinged with the stress of red... -
The lust overtakes
the content... -
Waked up early by a frantic
Tim, my road buddy... -
White feathers, whisky and the sound of heaven,
Bluebirds, silk and cheap perfume... -
While delaying gratification,
you stripped-down... -
Looking at my favourite photograph
your image pressed between sepia and glass... -
Caleb, I think that you should have stayed.
You thought nobody liked you... -
Months ago, I met this new girl at school,
we were in the same class and she seemed cool... -
She sprouted daffodils under the sun,
tiny hands adorned in dirt labeled... -
With you there is respect
for the nothing new... -
He saved her life.But it was a long time ago...
People were just shadows. Every moment was filled... -
Yes, I have lived with a heroin addict. Yes, I...
I've handled more than my new heart should be able... -
the roses in your cheeks faded
changing colour... -
Our words are music on a
rundown carousel in an... -
In a forgotten time long denied by good men
we were all evil and mutually drenched... -
If the azure glow of the ocean
is summers' own liquid crest... -
I remember everything you know?
The day the first grade teacher put me in the... -
Your smile
shone like reflections that opened... -
12/04/2017
Friday night... -
Ever notice how
Janis carries such close a... -
This is what I remember.
My phone lights up... -
It all came, as the wind comes,
a silence too deafening for mortal ears... -
Once I had a secret,
had a secret and impaled... -
He asked me, how do
you take yours? I nodded... -
Sometimes;
I get an urge to write, where my entire... -
Rain.
It does things to people... -
Moments pass by and I am left wondering
Whether or not I can see another... -
When a man loves the smile
on the lips of his lady... -
Last night I had dreams of Amsterdam.
Red lights, coffee shops, cannabis... -
Perhaps this will be the only poem
I will ever unclothe with sadness... -
For an M&M vs. TC challenge. Prompt: Write a...
Many days... -
Occasionally,
I take a different route... -
Delicate ink on old russet parchment
Paints the side down in ancient kanji-print... -
I slip out of my shredded skin
in seek of a colorless roof... -
2 AM, the only time you break me down so perfectly
until there is nothing uneven running through my... -
'And how do you cope
with being so far away... -
The most wanted moon
was writhing... -
A snow-pregnant sky,
threatening to give birth... -
I wish I could
tie strings... -
The Kite
When you are born... -
In the still of the twilight
I held your hand... -
You were there...
Although, quiet as a note... -
The rain was just a metaphor
on a Monday evening... -
I almost missed you!
I knew I should have aimed towards your heart... -
Outside, there's too much noise
and little room for hope... -
She loved me here
among the ravenous mountains... -
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we fell... -
Before now,
there was a vacancy in my... -
Silvery tangles frame
a face spun with spider threads... -
We've waited all our young lives
for this moment... -
Entrailes were sucked by grief
and pleasure bruised... -
Have you noticed the green of the grass?
How it suffers through the seasons... -
I waited in the early summer sun
for you to arrive... -
Goodbye Autumn
I will miss your falling leaves... -
Proud that I'm a tree
taking root quite literally... -
My Beautiful Lady,
I sleep perchance to dream once more... -
You became my own child
though birthed from another man... -
My mind visited today,
imagining walking over... -
Melly, was that you at Blythe St this morning
when the tram grated and showered sparks into the... -
And...
as a rusting boat slouched sulkily... -
I'm afraid, I'm afraid nothing will work out...
Sometimes I feel like I have it all figured out... -
You have the ability to devastate,
it's not your fault... -
Everyday, the poet leaves me a little more
I try to wrap my legs around her... -
The clouds are running a marathon
in my mind, in the sky... -
Contrasting colours
of nature shine equally... -
I am plagued with routine regret
at a bedside where I exhale in the arms... -
A pen wobbles
at the edge of a wooden desk... -
Our home is decadent in
peeling plaster... -
I've written poems for about four years.
And in the same amount of years... -
How lovely are the days when flowers bloom
but also when the rain comes dripping down... -
People have picked me up
from a dusty shelf... -
Sometimes, I think hurt
can go deeper than the... -
I don't know what you've
heard about poets... -
I spoke to my father for the last time,
His voice has passed on but he beats... -
God
We are the lampposts in the streets... -
I.
Before you were born... -
I wish to be the ocean waves
that hush you to sleep at night... -
Last winter
I buried clockwork in my stomach... -
You, a multifarious wave
crashing into a pocketed shore... -
Some people are selfish,
They want you to listen to them... -
You hear so often:
"this too shall pass."... -
The sun has been residing
within my mind this season... -
If I could fly to the star-freckled sky
on a bitter winter's night, I'd graze the moon... -
I'll remember every sunset you helped me
live to see, the moments of clarity when we... -
I have nothing
but the sea... -
Springs Lost Beauty...
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Reticent were moon, sky and birds.
A pall of gloom spread on the trees... -
Her eyes were blue-
I knew this from the pain... -
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They told me not to dwell in the past... -
First one in awhile. I know, I'm rusty, but tell...
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Love,
Water me with hopes as if I were that flower moved... -
New beginnings taste
like rock-ribbed... -
Maybe I've always admired
your knack for unfeigned smiles... -
My feet dance along
your melodies like... -
As I lay dying with my head rested upon a plate of...
I boil my tears like I would boil water... -
Where a river flows
between mountains of lilies... -
We make love to this state
as if it's the only home that... -
We look for landmarks,
familiar spots in roads... -
Being vain, as you often should, you asked for my...
And I know better not to be sweet around you... -
There's an instrument in my closet that I can't...
Lord knows I can't sing a tune, but the minute you... -
I felt your death and
rebirth on a Tuesday... -
Laying there in fading summer jazz sunlight,
it seems your floor is a meadow... -
As the the sweat rolls down my neck i reconsider
all the thoughts that have made me who i was... -
The arch bishop crowned
Thee five years hence... -
I drink and drink
and drink... -
I want to be found
in you... -
I went to the station where the rain was
pouring, turbulent, seven years old... -
Admittedly,
I'm haunted still... -
I've become a watcher
of humans, a stalker... -
My heart is a metropolis;
tire tracks across its veins... -
I saw her-
Wisps of dishwater blonde... -
I've come to the conclusion I'm wasting
ink like I'm misusing my time... -
Seizing a chance in
a trice, in one dark September... -
Hello Mom P-
It's been a year and ten months... -
Poetry is art for the insane.
A minor keyed melody... -
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why do i feel the need to confess my memories to... -
If only time would run like a river,
yet into the opposite direction... -
As I write this last letter, the sun dies in my...
my vowels and consonants carry my shame and cross... -
I look around
while everything sleeps... -
I will step down from your
heart, only to give you a... -
A Conversation
Two glasses filled sat closely near each other... -
As breathless curtains stir
to melodies of the singing tree... -
You pack your bags, and leave.
You head for a land that is less chaotic... -
I have
forgotten about you lately... -
Sometimes, all we know
how to do as writers is... -
I still recognize the little girl
whose hands smelled of pandan cakes... -
"In time, her tale grew old,
her hands grew old... -
I remember my first funeral:
everyone was either wearing black or white... -
We were 5 and 7
when mornings tasted... -
I'll send you postcards
from every broken, burnt... -
You remind me of an ocean.
Not in the way you come or... -
She is just a foreigner
with a surname difficult to spell... -
Welcome to my today.
the door is ajar... -
Don't worry about me,
I am well educated on... -
You are
a floral cologne of bottlebrush... -
I came to be the shadow behind your back,
the shadow underneath your feet... -
Listen
the words don't need my perplexity anymore... -
During Summer, I leave my fingerprints everywhere,
smudging the horizon on my bedroom window... -
In a crowded train crammed with people
scuffling each other, like little fishes... -
I remember something about paper
caressing my cheek; life's formula... -
She's unfamiliar in that
way that she writes about... -
It starts with the sound of one lone whistle
smoother than wool, but sharper than a thistle... -
You.
A thorn in my heart, your true form... -
She doesn't want to bet clothes
or four people around here... -
I worry in darkness,
exposing a smile as he... -
What am I but a skeleton
who homes an anxious knock... -
On the corner of her mouth rests a comma and on
the other lies a period. To annunciate a string of... -
I.
Whispers of light grazed the cracks... -
She will break you.
Innocent girl with mama's most expensive vase. She... -
My thoughts of you are red.
Not the flare of passion or tender hues of... -
A reserved Bulgarian
woman stares back... -
Where you are, it's probably dark
and the screams of others are the... -
2014-01-21
My window was open for a while... -
Everybody needs you-
a walk in the woods... -
There is a collection of love letters
that I keep hidden... -
Dust particles rain like confetti
onto the covers of neglected books... -
Ink bleeds from the corners
of her mouth and dribbles... -
She fell in love like the
way you slip into dreams... -
I've been driving alongside waters,
along escorts of windmills, ever since... -
You are the grimy pavements of Venice,
a city I would never retreat to if my heart... -
I wanted to see the you the way
you see yourself in the mornings, without... -
Eventually, you're going to find yourself a woman...
often and she will always let you win... -
When you close the doors
and open the windows, there are... -
Last night you gleamed red
as if few hearts bled to death... -
No matter how submissive the night is,
I will originate a succession... -
I have seen him barefoot with a stick in his...
drawing enigmas on the ground... -
You continued to peel
the layers until I just... -
I've watched the old lady over the years,
where she was once young, stood proud and tall... -
I've been skipping the sidewalks
of my latter poems... -
I often wonder why
that homeless woman... -
I enclose no desire to write about the
country resting in South Asia... -
You need reminders, not the kind of
ruptures that lay awake in your mind... -
There was a time when I believed,
I was only placed upon this Earth... -
When I was asked to ring our church bell,
pulling that long rope down then up to the... -
Yes, that Facebook status was meant for you.
I don't know what we are; perhaps the wool... -
Your scent
is like a cigarette smoke film... -
Forgive my smile, forgive the gift
I sent for Christmas, the mountain... -
Even in my childhood
days where kids would... -
Write me like a poem
that the world will read... -
I am not dreaming of your footsteps Momma,
I can feel them as you walk, making memories... -
I.
I am wearing headphones without listening to a... -
If you could see the woods behind me
tall, quiet and yellow... -
I wanted to write a love story. You know the kind,
where torrential downpours didn't mean soggy... -
Favors
Moon, may I ask of you a favor... -
Your right hand masked all of your face,
eyes tunneled behind rough skin... -
It's painful to be a lighthouse,
alone in the sea of raging waters... -
Today, I realize
that you are far... -
I guess I will taste so much salt
this year - our garden has withered since August... -
When I was young, being watched from pale
shorelines of New Zealand, I never believed... -
I'm coming back for awhile
To those childhood shops and... -
I'm not brave like you
to open a chest of drawers... -
On one November day,
when the furnace lacked... -
His baggage is heavier than mine
and the spirits of the place can't understand... -
I already know who you
are, but if you still question... -
From world travels we two have made
I sift through pictures of our life... -
This beauty wasn't always
scrubbing hearths by hand... -
The day of the race finally approached,
as the jockeys mounted their rides... -
I know happy endings are like lavender moonstones
beautiful but very rare, I strive to keep hope... -
At the mountain top, I'll wait for you,
Like morning dews in Summer's hue... -
Always seeking the inescapable:
that ambition to be greater... -
Will you ever forgive me
for my poetic ignorance and romantic wings... -
Fourth floor; chemistry. I watched
how pigeons tumbled from rooftops... -
Snow.
Fluffy flakes... -
Man in the moon, high in the night sky,
share your secrets, tell me why... -
I know a pretty boy that says all the right...
Boy that says everything I ever wanted men to say... -
For my Mother, 2013
Let me tell the world that it was not you who... -
Someone, please
recycle me... -
I am in awe
of the translation of your eyes... -
Stop, let me brush my teeth.
Let me brush off those youthful... -
Numb were the nights
when I inhaled the memory... -
I tried to bottle a whiff of you
last night while you... -
Today I wrote I missed you for the first time
since your death in February... -
We swam in oceans of blankets
and made love with the simplicity... -
A black swan was worried
about the debt slaves... -
Pain circles his coffee cup
like the daily weather broadcast... -
Hanging in the fissure of a whalebone,
mourning songs like foghorns... -
I love you, possessively.
I love you like a hot meal and a cold beer... -
Have you ever felt like
all you had was gone... -
Africa my love
I will caress your springs with delicacy... -
If there is one thing i know,
is that I am true to myself... -
My black skin has people staring
in awe... -
Family sets our earliest views of humanity,
tempers the timber in our voices... -
I wish I could stand right here
and gush about how brave I am... -
I'm a filing cabinet of records that holds dates...
reasons and insentives, agendas and dreams... -
I.
Sometimes I adopt the coziness of cafes and lean... -
We check out humans like they are library books,
browsing past their skin with retinas made for... -
When I go to sleep, a sheet
of paper threatens my throat... -
A letter that
illustrates not... -
The waste basket is overflowing
filled with crinkled paper... -
Dusk and dawn camouflaged
themselves inside a fallen... -
If I were your canvas,
would you lie and... -
Before the dawn, I always wake up to find
last night's dreams sleeping beneath my pillow... -
I thought your picture was burnt
in my eyes but I was wrong. Never... -
I am sorry for showing
you my weak side; once... -
I hope you don't mind
me wearing a sheer of... -
On mornings like this one,
with the birds silent... -
I scraped my memory with a fine tip pen.
Calligraphy adds beauty to the words I... -
"You can find anything beautiful
but not the one in the mirror."... -
We live in a painting of undefinable beauty
A star filled haze without definition. You run to... -
I wanted to blow the dark open
as the oceans mourned... -
I told you once that calendar
pages never marked new... -
The memory of him
tracing doodles of... -
I used to taste the familiarity
of your voice, and the warmth... -
I went to the coast where the sea mist
rolled over the dunes and made it so... -
Gently, i feel free,
watching the sunshine melting and dividing... -
I have seen hundreds of customers
in my three months here... -
7-31-2013
I asked myself today... -
I fear fineliner on paper,
never began drawing because... -
When I was thirteen, I made a promise to
the western wind, that I'd come back to her... -
If you ever considered
pulling me away from a car crash... -
Out of a bundle of firsts, the elementary, comes...
of love. And everyone, the self proclaimed... -
After everything happened,
I used to lie awake in the dark... -
I'm going to give you all the reasons to love me...
I'll be consistent, you're gonna tell me "be... -
My mother once said
if I chase curiosity... -
I am
all that I speak of... -
They say a person with no past
has no future. But when it came... -
Words can lead a strayer
back home, but they cant... -
You are not obligated
to pick a brush and paint... -
Dear Admiral,
I wonder what color is the... -
I remember my childhood's winters,
The window catches the steam... -
October was;
the death of fireflies... -
Tonight,
I slumped 'gainst... -
Too often I falter,
the sizzle of a... -
I had
every intention of... -
There seems to be
no remedy... -
Dear Valentine,
There's something about February that... -
You once told me, through the quiver
of a lazy street light that I was a twin to the... -
You were a Saturday nightfall;
a thousand phantom leaves would sprawl... -
Tonight's dream was the choreography
of every moment I described you as... -
My mind is a suitcase and it's kept
the gunpowder close to my lipstick and... -
Poets write of loneliness
where knuckles lay straight and fingers beg... -
With one more poem tucked away
inside her pocket, she finds another... -
Readings this at my dad's funeral :)
June 4th, 1991... -
I can't find you anymore
and there's a landslide in there... -
Some poets
Have lost their way... -
As a child I was fascinated by your back,
I saw your freckles as docks and my crayons... -
The letter I probably should have written...
Our love was a string of haiku; and I... -
We'd meet with shells and a camera,
toes tap dancing over bluebottle jellyfish and... -
You are
The Queensland cane fields I keep... -
When I grow
I will bring Spinola bay to her garden, Saqqajja... -
I have been wearing
the perfume of our past on my skin... -
I'm not sure if you know this but
seagulls have died here. Their corpses rest... -
Because I owe it to myself,
I will be a better woman... -
Moving, I stumbled across the mug you
always insisted on having your tea from... -
It's the kind of day where building
forts, writing novels, and learning... -
The world outside is inaccessible to her-
index cards plastered onto skin with... -
Your rosary rests on my chest
like it's praying for me, like it's... -
The feelings I have choked upon
for days upon endless days have... -
Midnight's in bloom for the first time,
but it's wilting, and I'm... -
I miss the winter
and for the first time... -
"Is it possible to fill holes
when you're done being... -
What will your last smile stir inside
of me? An absence of mind perhaps... -
When death took you, you refused
to go quietly. Sirens echoed in the pit... -
The more I want you to forsake
this paper... -
From lung to mouth
to the air. I try to write your... -
I remember
we were selfless, innocent... -
Once, after the longest day of numeric chatter, to...
I find solace in a cushioned air-loom of silver... -
Have you wondered
what a broken memory... -
My legs are numb so there
is no where else to go, but... -
I ask you, because there was no one else to...
Will you come to me, like a gust of wind... -
Please allow me to introduce myself,
Society is my name... -
Food for thought-
I wish to ask my... -
A Rustic old windmill
stood firmly planted... -
Why do I write?
A question often asked... -
This is the poem you've been avoiding sweet girl...
You don't wanna tell people all these secrets, but... -
Everything about you has become a blur,
salt and snow, sheets and winter sky... -
I was the one who remained alone,
posing as a shadow behind your grave... -
I nestled in blanketed memories,
morning specs of daybreak chose... -
I left England back in the old age,
belonging to the same iris's, soul... -
I tried my hardest to bite the nails of this poem...
forehead, to lay on the lines of this paper... -
Over the rigid and dreary mountains,
down by the riverside, amidst withered stalks... -
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This world has turned its back on me and I am in... -
Be, be my side - just
strum my fingertips... -
Father,
Today I was emigrated to another... -
In February,
there is tenderness in the air... -
It's raining here,
it's raining acid and shrapnels... -
There's something about your air
that makes my soul cling to you... -
In August, the sky is pure
like writing freedom on a sheet... -
An old man making a speech,
a sad crowd standing up and clapping... -
When I run along the shore,
I meditate about life and more... -
John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers... -
*Click*
"Pass the potatoes, please."... -
Mrs. Lowe has two pianos;
with one she's taught five generations... -
I patiently count each twinkling star
that appears in the sky tonight... -
Whenever you nestle up against
your coffee cup and undress me... -
Remember when you woke up to my words
and I slept to yours? We didn't seem that far-off... -
Ladies and gentlemen I welcome you to my show,
please take a seat and enjoy your very own back... -
You are a problem child - blame the past.
Blame the porcelain you broke, blame... -
I wrote a poem, and it was a long poem
about hummingbirds and lilypads... -
Mother, are we alive?
I waved at our neighbor this morning... -
I spent
the twenty fifth day... -
This is not going to be elegant,
nor polished, as sliver spoons... -
My brother had a milk run
at the age of eight... -
I must have dozed in my chair
and was awakened abruptly... -
Dreams flickering over distant star-trail,
intertwined time, yours and mine... -
It was over a decade ago when I left my childhood
beneath quilts devoid of your once familiar... -
I found the street in daylight,
walked on its moss-throttled flagstone... -
Rain drizzled as tonight grew timeless; your scent
bloomed fierce in the corner of a candle shop... -
I've been thinking lately,
about how we've forgotten all the... -
The street lights don't hold us
anymore; there are only clouds and curtains... -
I don't want to run away to Malibu,
wine always tastes sweeter in the cellars of Nice... -
Once upon a time,
I used to describe you as... -
I've heard whispers of Paris lately,
the city of love and some place foreign to me... -
He extracts the lust from my bones
to paint, to convey, each reason why... -
Usually I don't mind life's suffocation, in fact I...
to not have to breathe or think momentarily. Now... -
There's something nostalgic about
dimly-lit roads and faded footpaths... -
Your mother has been worried
about the exit wounds on your shoulders...
