Below are the all-time best Grushen Guazon poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members
I was born in a life unlike yours;
We have struggled in all the years.
We knocked endlessly but all the doors
Have been closed 'coz of the numerous wars.
I could never forget all the cries,
Tears streaming from everyone's eyes
As their loved one dies;
One by one came in their demise.
It was too painful to see
As everyone attempted to flee.
Amidst the battle to be free,
You can hear sickening cries of plea.
Blood from the dead spilled on the ground.
In endless anger we all drowned.
Our minds are nothing more if not unsound
After the bloody battle, silence was profound.
Now the blinding war has ended
Was this how what we all intended?
All hopes now had been expended
Lives taken and ruined how can be amended?
For a long time there I stood;
Yet another entrance to hell.
Though I already understood,
There's this feeling I can't tell.
Scent of sin present in the air
Reminder of what I must do.
Life has not been all that fair,
Still, I wish today is untrue.
The door to hell is inviting;
Smiling, out the devil came.
His touch had been inciting
But I felt nothing but shame.
There I was, in a hotel room;
Sold both my body and soul.
Flower that will never bloom;
Never again to be put whole.
By him I let myself get tainted;
And I will go to hell and back,
To keep my beloved child sated.
There will be no turning back.
*For the "In A Hotel Room" contest
*Written: February 12, 2013
I live in the land of the brave;
Where the people was once held captive.
Where everyone was nothing but a slave,
To those by nature were deceptive.
Our ancestors were brought to their knees,
In their own country -their very own land.
They were treated much like a disease,
And most were executed just by command.
To achieve freedom one must first die.
They had to lay their lives on the line.
Their enemies had an endless supply.
They are traitorous and evil combine.
Each fought for the freedom they desire,
Yet they did not live to see the day.
To the grounds soaked by blood they retire
And deep within forever they will stay.
They fought for their very own freedom,
They died for their children's future.
From the past we now hold the wisdom
Of the asperity that they had to endure.
I came to be in a land
Where money is a demand.
To the poor it is hard to come by;
Yet the rich has an endless supply.
The government says not to worry,
But the future looked blurry.
Our hopes are now lost
Coz our future has a cost.
What do a poor like me do?
I wish what they say is true;
That they are doing what they should
And hope that they would do good.
Everyday is but a struggle,
Most of us live in the jungle,
Where money and guns make man a god.
They make those beneath do nothing but nod.
Because we are nothing but poor
We have no right to a life of grandeur.
A life which the rich has enjoyed
And left some politicians' honor destroyed.
The gods that they all bow upon
In the gates of heaven will all be gone.
In there, true justice will be served
And their punishment will be well deserved.
When today ends
And tomorrow comes,
That's when I'll let you go.
When tonight drifts
And the day begins,
Thats when I'll move on.
When my brain stops thinking
And my pride starts feeling,
That's when I'll forget you.
When my heart stops
And my breath leaves,
That's when I'll stop loving you.
A night I will never forget
And I will forever regret.
One cold and lonely night
That was never made right.
Sitting under a giant tree
Talking, just you and me.
You were acting so strange,
I knew something's change.
This is no longer working;
Is it true what I'm hearing?
What was I supposed to say
So that I can make you stay.
I am not easy I must admit;
I've always tested your limit.
Made things complicated,
Leaving you so exhausted.
Things hadn't been perfect,
But this, I never did expect.
Stared at you without a word,
As my vision became blurred.
You stood up after a while
And I forced myself to smile.
Tried so hard to hide my pain;
Tears I made myself contain.
Then you turned your back
And I wanted to call you back;
But my pride wouldn't let me
Within me I just kept my plea.
That very night I let you go
Eventhough I still love you so.
A night I will forever regret
And will never ever forget.
*For the 'REGRETS' contest.
*Written February 11, 2013
A life that the many once lived,
Where their freedom was deprived.
A war that those in power contrived,
Where only a few have survived.
How can those who remain,
Forget all the trauma and pain.
For those left, how can one explain
That serenity, no one can now obtain.
How can their lives ever start a new
And enjoy the peace that they are due,
When even in sleep the nightmares grew.
Gone are the happy days they once knew.
The war may have very well ended.
The casualties may have been unintended;
Yet there was no mercy that was extended
By those whose conscience had been bended.
The blood of those lives that were taken,
The lives of those remain that were shaken;
To a past of tragedy they have been forsaken,
Yet their hopes and faith had been awaken.
There's a promise that he made,
As he kissed me in the hallway.
My cheeks were a reddish shade,
As he promised to forever stay.
My heart I have given to him;
I expected to have his in return.
As the lights around went dim,
My love had crash and burn.
In facebook I saw his latest post
With a picture of his newest girl.
It says there, "I love her the most,
And she is 'My Valentine Girl'."
I wasn't sure how I should feel
We were over for many years.
Seeing that, my world stood still
And I remembered all my tears.
I have offered him my forever,
Yet he still left me all alone.
To forget my love, will I ever?
'Coz this pain runs to the bone.
His promise that's been broken
Is buried deep within my heart.
His kisses had left me shaken,
I was not prepared to be apart.
I was supposed to be the one
That he now calls his Valentine.
Instead, I turn into this no one;
I became his Forgotten Valentine.
*For 'The Forgotten Valentine Contest'.
*Written February 11, 2013
My heart has been ripped;
With pride I was stripped.
I felt my heart's last beat
Before it fell at your feet.
There's a hole in my chest
But the pain will not rest.
It kept on digging deeper
Making me feel emptier.
Night has been permanent;
It was a constant opponent.
In darkness my pain grew;
Tell me, what must I do?
I have swallowed my pride
But was brushed to the side.
What do you want from me?
Why wont you set me free?
I have already tried so hard,
Leaving me badly scarred.
Are my scars not enough?
Do you think I'm that tough?
My heart you have broken,
My pride you have taken.
What more do you need?
Do you want me to bleed?
Fright was something I had always lived by.
The thought that one day I would die,
I could not do anything other than deny.
For the end comes to all those who defy.
Our death-bed we knew has already been made.
To God for salvation, every night we prayed.
Our lives, for years is like a one big crusade;
On our shoulders the war is heavily weighed.
Death comes day by day to take someone to hell;
Our destruction, almost everyone can foretell.
Everyone has long said their farewell,
Coz the death in the air we can all but smell.
When morning comes, so does the severity of agony.
To flaunt their superiority, they had the audacity.
As evening arrives, death comes oh so randomly.
So in our hearts there's nothing left but apathy.