Featured Poems of the Week

A Gentle Lady's Plight

A gentle lady’s plight 
falls like leaves off a branch in winter
afore beauty coveted in her youth takes flight
as her barren turned roots make 
admirers frown in displeasure

her barks covered in snow
turns brittle offering no shade nor fruit
yet the axe-bearers come 
hacking at her trunk with relentless brute
and took away what little she had 
for themselves to use as fuel
 
a kindled fire warms their cold stiff bodies
while keeping them full
they looked at each other and said
what wrong did we commit 

there were no flowers to appreciate
in the middle of winter they mused

hence they agreed amongst themselves  
it was her only value.

The Meeting

Dragged through a valley of aching hopes,
A fountain of dreams mesmerized my soul.
My precious being flung toward heaven's gate, 
That's how it felt when our eyes first met.
My destiny was to chase you in every pursuit, 
You, the rhythm that makes my heart beat true.
Pulsing through me as our days grow old, 
A timeless bond, more priceless than gold.

Tie dye in July

Cicadas drone their sun-drunk, tireless hymn
as July swelters, gold and overfull.
the driveway steams, the plastic buckets brim,
and heat, like dye, won't sit still or stay dull.

We cinch the cotton tight in twisted rings,
as if a knot could hold the blazing tide.
but sweat and color are unruly things:
both spread, both stain, both won't be denied.

Cerulean and crimson breach their line,
seep into one another, slow, unplanned,
and thicken into a hue with no design,
no name the rubber bands prepared it for.

The soda ash unlatches what was sealed;
the color doesn't sit, it moves in deep,
past cotton's threshold, till it's not revealed
but lived in, permanent as things we keep.

So heat unstitches winter's careful fold,
loosens what was buttoned, cinched, and pressed,
and turns the plain, repeated days to gold
the way a fever turns a body's rest.

Unwind the bands. Let August find the proof:
a swirl no ruler's hand could have designed,
the driveway's stain, the sun-bleached, faded roof
of summer, fixed now in the changed mind.

Finding Peace

I felt murderous rage and suicidal impulses
and understood:
I’ll never be better!
I’ll just be able to pretend better.
My life will always be the second option.
I’ll never be satisfied 
or happy
or at peace.
But I can find it,
make it.
I can look at the destination,
Not at the road.
And I can mold it,
Shape it.
And I felt comfort.
And for once,
I did not want to die,
just yet.
I wanted to die 
with a purpose.
I always felt like I have no talent,
But what if this is my talent?
To know how to die.

Song

We were poetry, only when it linked to my heartstrings

Tricked by the tricked, checked by the fool
I opened the doors to your footsteps, thinking I'd feel different about you
Where love would softly welcome me, you molded me in it's cage
Prettier by it's name and fancy game
It all seemed telepathically mysterious until it all turned out to be the same
Bleeding through the marks, on the very frame you drew me hearts

"Don't know, don't care" came soon after crashing about old despairs
Letters written, words worth of thousands of poems
Down the drain to some clandestine affair
Silly how time passes by only for those kicking air, finding something 
Binding, and fair in depths of nowhere only to be empty again
I tread lightly now, knowing you hold me there

We were poetry, only when I allowed us to be
But maybe you forget that I tell the stories.

I'm Still Standing

I’m Still Standing

Every moment that goes by and every second my thought arise, 
To the depth of my soul,
You can talk about me behind my back,
You can slander my name and ridicule me,
But you don't know me, but yet, you talk about me like you know me,
You just know a piece of what I've been through,
You just know a slitter of what I told you,
Love me for the man I am, but don't judge me for the man I was, 
Call me a fool, or call me crazy.
It doesn't matter to me,
I believe in a Higher Power who has set me free,
Free from the bondage that had entangled me,
Free from the person I did not want to be, 
But yet, I'm still standing, 
I'm still standing when I had to walk through the valley of the shadow of death, 
I'm still standing when I felt like there was nothing left, 
Left in this world but an empty void,
But I never gave up,
I never gave up on believing what I can be,
I pushed myself towards the mark, 
I pushed myself towards the victory, 
I'm still standing with my head held high,
I got a new walk, I got a new talk, 
Should I boast about myself?, By no means, 
I will boast on the one who created me,
I am being the man I am called to be,
I am being the man who is still standing from now until eternity.

By: Martin Taylor

Ang pako sa Usa ka Buyo

**The Thorn of a Bee**
*Written by Marilou G. Taupan*

In a peaceful meadow, a bee flies freely,
Small yet liberated and useful.
But no matter how good its deeds are,
There is something it fears—its “thorn.”

Like the bee, humans also have their own “thorns.”
It is not something that literally pierces others,
But it represents the experiences they carry—
The pain, anger, and wounds of the past
That have never fully healed.

Like the bee, a person may sometimes hurt others,
Not because it is their intention,
But because they only want to defend
And protect themselves.

When you see the true “thorn” within someone,
You will understand that it belongs to a person who has been hurt,
Someone who is trying their best
Not to be wounded again.

So, when you encounter someone with a “thorn,”
Do not immediately fear or turn away.
Perhaps that thorn is the very thing that keeps them strong
When the world has tried to break them.

Because behind every hidden thorn,
There is a story of pain, hope, and perseverance.
Like the bee—its thorn does not define who it is,
But the heart that continues to soar despite everything.

Her

Hungry for everything, most of all for this sound. 
How good it is that he is there and doesn't see me
A pageant of ambivalence squeezes my chest and finds solace in pain. 
I am a girl. But to speak this way, I shall never learn.

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My Little Chaos

He was born, I was happy.
I could play with someone, 
Grow up with someone together. 

I never lacked love or care but being the youngest had its own downside.
No one to play with me, no one to hang out with, no one to share secrets with.
But after his arrival, everything changed, I knew I needed no one.
I didn't care if my cousins played with me
or my parents gave me attention. 
Because now I finally had my own punch bag, my own chaos to handle.
I loved every moment growing up.

Its scary how you grew up but also wonderful. 
I look back at time when I took your things and you cried. 
The beauty lied in the innocence of it.

But now I see you all grown up
Helping people and sharing things 
I feel immensely proud of you.

I look back at and I can tell 
I never knew how much I needed you 
Until I saw you for the first time in that hospital 
But with that came the worry and anger
Love from parents would be divided or worst taken away.
But seeing you cleared both worry and anger 
coz I knew you deserved every moment of it.

Truth to be told, for me love never decreased.
Instead it increased, the care you saw, the maturity you possess, and the love you shower 
make me wonder how fortunate I am to have you. 
At the end of the day I can happily announce
You are my ride or die
You are my home
And
without you I have nothing.