Best Filipinos Poems
Blank, silent sight, fretted the gods,
Nowhere in the horizon, a living thing abides;
Handfuls of soil, they carry in the air,
Poured as seeds ‘till a haven molds there.
Land of the Morning, Pearl of the Orient,
So called the Philippines, the name I am sent;
Seated in the east where the sun is dawning
Pride of the Pacific, as a lady ever shining.
Unlimited riches stretch beyond sight,
Vast oceans, boundless forests, plains are wide;
Flora and fauna of diversified species,
Plants, animals in a variety of faces.
Wet and dry – the nation goes through;
Brown and green – the Chocolate hills dress up too.
Her angry volcanoes constitute the ring; and typhoons, the belt;
A geographical fashion of calamity been made.
What makes her stunning that colors adore such?
Not her beauty, not Boracay, not that much…
But her people, the Filipinos, the key, the answer
Unlocking a treasure – a gem over waters.
Pearl of the Orient Seas surely am I
in my strategic geographical position
Heralding beauty and glory bestowed
by the Almighty along my precious history
Influenced with varied cultures indeed
blest with unique identity of global impact
Liberty-led, I’m propelled by my great
citizens, surely freedom loving…
Independence prevails over me, conquered
by my heroes of valor and integrity
Propped upon truth of sovereignty
securing our territory with peace…
Philippines am I, verily dear, prospered
priceless gem to my treasured people
Imparting to them my God-blest*
of grand purpose and functional interest
Nourishing every citizen with ideals
upheld by constitutional nurture
Effectively delivering services through
officials who are responsibly efficient…
Settled am I as shining pearl to the
world marked by my FILIPINOS’ stature!
*Psalm 33:12 King James Version 12 Blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord...
February 10, 2024
Personification in Acrostic form
1st place, "Pearl of the Orient" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Jcb Brul; judged on 2/25/2024
I have a Filipino dream!
Stop the war and wild loud of scream
I have a dream not for myself.
Not a selfish man who thinks of himself.
I have a Filipino dream!
Cease the pain of a poor at the stream.
Three stars are united as one.
My dreams and love are bounded as one.
I have a Filipino dream!
Be the best in our craft and one of the prim.
Eight rays of sun symbolize hope.
Filipinos will rise and reach the peak of slope.
I have a Filipino dream!
Rapidly admired coz we’re now the cream.
I have a dream for my one country land.
An endless peace and success for my one true land.
A tribute to 159th Birth Anniversary of Dr. Jose Rizal
Soul of a hero ignites,
With the use of mighty pen he fight,
From the colony of other countries,
Hail your greatness, it stays in our memories.
Dr. Jose Rizal, your life was an inspiration,
Born to defend our beloved nation,
You are really an intelligent person,
Writing poetry was your greatest passion.
The spirit of nationalistic was in your mind,
Helping Filipinos shows that you are kind,
Your heart dictates to do the right thing,
To fight for freedom, history remember your writings.
Runs in your veins Malayan royalty,
Bloodless revolts spread easily,
By your pen that is considered mighty,
Shout for joy, Philippine Independence for our country.
This poem dedicated to 159th Birth anniversary of our Philippine National Hero
Dr. Jose Rizal
Written by: MPS
Sacrificing loneliness in other country
For family’s welfare
Considered as heroes by Filipinos
(Experimenting a "Haiku")
Strands of satiny pineapple fibers
From the superbly prickly pieces of leaves
Refined by the nifty naked hands
Of the great sophisticated artisans
Beyond this unequaled plant
Is a peculiar product exist
Only native Filipinos - Tagalogs can procreate
An art of aesthetic craftsmen
The fabric of my historical breed
Versatile apparel suits for formal affairs - weddings
From 20 meters of silk processed and produced - four months
Nation known as PEARL OF THE ORIENT
Exaltedly introduces this "BARONG TAGALOG"
Through cordial hardworks and artistic thinkings
A lifetime masterpiece dominates the Philippine Art
A cloth woven by faith and ornamented by passion
A cloth designed by heart and given birth through life
A cloth perfected by artistry and embroidered by fidelity
For native Batanguenos, this is their breath
Respiring together as they brocade their future
Future that depends on THE PHILIPPINE NATIONAL CLOTH - BARONG TAGALOG.
*BATANGUENOS - people of Batangas,Philippines
*BARONG TAGALOG - Philippine National Cloth
------------Jun-jun Villanueva
----ANYTHING HANDMADE CONTEST by nette onclaud
Can't they understand that its just too much
You post or tweet but what you write you watch
Bullied by lawmakers into censoring one's post
Exactly the thing that we hate the most
Reason flew away when they made this law
Carelessly ignoring that it has a flaw
Reminding us of the days of Proclamation 1081
Ignorant lawmakers forget that those days are gone
Mindless of the freedom of speech that it would kill
Entirely forgetting that this is against Juan's will
Lawmakers who passes law but does not think
Adieu to you for your careers will stink
Wait for the next elections and watch your vote count sink
A new law against cybercrime was passed in the Philippines and it took effect last Oct.3.
This law includes a very vague section against libel and in effect it is going to curtail online freedom of speech or expression. Filipinos are against it and are clamoring for an amendment. If you are wondering about the name juan which was used in this poem then I'd like to inform those from different countries that Juan refers to the Filipino people.
JEB
P - Philippines' archipelago: Pearl of the Orient Seas
H - Hospitable "Pinoys" will welcome you with smiling teeth!
I - Inhabited tranquil big or small mountainous to rocky islands
L - Luculent World class beaches: black, brown, pink to white sands
I - Inviting anyone for a wave ride: weight boarding or surfing
P - Party called fiestas on streets are colorful, spectacular and artful
P - Palette of it's cradle provides scenic man - made crafts for tourists
I - Its culture creates a rich gallery of four civilizations
N - Nature's diverse species of fauna, corals! sweetest tropical fruits!
E - Eating - a favorite "must do" for its native to modern delicacies
S - Sense of humor: a contagious alluring trait of Pinoys!
My home country: "a paradise of beauty and fun.."
Let's joyfully explore each islands one by one!
by
olive eloisa
9:02 pm.
April 07, 2014
Note: Pinoy - local common name for Filipinos
CONTEST: Tell Me About Where You're From
SPONSOR: Kim Merryman
4TH PLACE
Drowning in ignorance, in streets of blood,
My people have religion but no God.
In every election voters are blind,
They hope on promises, they've lost their mind.
They view candidates as their messiah,
In truth, it is to God they must return!
Stubborn Filipinos.... they never learn.
Copyright © Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~09.25.17
Hmm...What Discursive Poetic Theme Shall I Write About...
Today (a rather brisk, chilly,
and otherwise sat
tiss factory twirly delightful
December 18th, 2018) matte
her of fact quite
refreshing noontime, while this fat
tend plot of Earthen surveyed terrain
situated over scat
herd modest suburban tract,
(actually yours truly some watt
urbanely sprawled out) at
Latitude: 40.2538 Longitude: 75.4590,
where I sit pat
and think to write
about some reading material flat
touring my "FAKE" status
as king of agitprop for chat
hurrying class gussied up with
artistically crafted rat
tilly done up snazzy razz mutt tazz
(approved by Willard), this expat
lapsed Peterson harried tailored script,
asper previous peculiar
swiftly styled idée fixe
literary unnecessary, rat
tickly tawdry superfluity)
interspersed with dollops of splat
hard logophile, nonetheless gentle
on the eyes, yet feeling totally flat
and devoid of meaning, and quite
convincingly desperate idea this pratt
tilling far amore in the dell doth
expatiate, expound expressively, gnat
cheerily witty, (i.e. hint- please
pretend these humph fat
tickle lee meandering, rambling,
and warbling words) taxing
on mental faculty as bat
tan gruelling death march
physically, when circa
April 1942 Japanese forced
76,000 captured Filipinos,
and Americans Allied
soldiers to march about 80 miles across
Bataan Peninsula (province
in Philippines), where they died
enroute to...during World War II
on island of Luzon, espied
as a spiritual sanctuary hosted
by a knowledgeable tour guide
named Matthew Scott hood dons
genuine (musty smelling)
Tory wig to hide
as an alien alias (from the outer limits
of the twilight zone) incognito
even to himself, and especially the bride
of Frankenstein, who evinces a strong crush
toward said nondescript gentrified
vested gentry groundless thinker with pride
though, dirt poor (at least on the surface),
but deep down rich with
Schwenksville well watered
history harkening back to 1684,
when hoodwinked, jilted and lied
Lenni-Lenape Indians got fleeced
then taken for a ride
this land ceded to (stolen from) William Penn
nestled along the Perkiomen Creek.
A time when only a few dared to fight
against a foreign tyrant,
A Poet rose to speak
Oppressions suffered by Filipinos
in his writings, he revealed
A Poet with no fear
Freedom he sought through his powerful pen
Killed for his words and beliefs
A Poet noble act
“Mi Ultimo Adios”, his final notes
left a mark and legacy
A Poet, a Hero
18 April 2018
Note: Dr. Jose Rizal is a Philippine national hero, a prolific poet and novelist during the Spanish colonial era. 'Mi Ultimo Adios' (English translation: My Last Farewell) was the last poem he wrote before he was executed in Manila on December 30, 1896.
THEY MARCHED* for miles in blistering heat
THEY MARCHED with nothing to drink or eat
THEY MARCHED as soldiers, Filipinos alike,
THEY MARCHED over trails others had hiked
BLOOD FILLED the path of those who balked
STOPPING MEANT death--thus, they walked
THEY MARCHED through mud caked to the thighs
THEY MARCHED on stones and hills that rise
SOME DROPPED from heat and thirst combined
SOME FROM slashes to throats from behind
THEY MARCHED together or marched alone
THEY MARCHED and marched into the unknown
Present-Day WSMR Bataan Death March Memorial
Each windy March over mountainous paths,
men and women brave Spring's gusty raths
Military groups join those walking alone--
a veteran in wheelchair, pushed by his son.
For exercise class, short march is their pick
others, with heavy packs, march twenty-six
Almost ten thousand from around the world
Many with their banners proudly unfurled.
Some view it a contest, some endurance test,
some view it a chance to perform their best.
Finally, they do it to honor those souls
who marched to death in war's bitter tolls.
*In April, 1942, approximately 20,000 New Mexico Guardsmen, from
all branches of service, and 50,000 Filipinos, were force-marched 66
miles across Bataan Island by the Japanese military near the end of
WW2. They endured extreme hardship and no food or liquid. 16,900
died during the march. Many others later died of dehydration or star-
vation. They are honored each year with a march. Often, many Japanese
join the march.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Philippines ballooned and floated over poverty
Population exploded and still exploding molding the humanity
And reached 101,833,938 mortals in the society
With just a matter of 115,830 sq. miles
Approximately 879 Filipinos in every square mile
Really just a wink of an eye rate of mortality growth
As the 55th poorest nation in the world, CONTROL is a worth
But not through B.C. with RH Bill
Where artificial control of mortality rate spill
" Against the bill, this is just a MESS "
That's all ... Less talk ...Mistake be Less...
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B.C. - birth control
We live in a Third World country
Where most breathe in poverty
Where progress is way too slow
As corruption disrupts its flow
We see children sleep in streets
With no shelter, no food to eat
We face dreadful traffic everyday
Public works here is a rife dismay
We often hear and see street crimes
Pushing people in face of hard times
Where drug lords in jail operate and sell
For luxuries officials allowed in their cells
We waddle through floods everywhere
Always when beaten by violent weather
Where calamities are taken advantage
By officials drooling for foreign aid
We share the same abused piece of land
Christians and Muslims of the same stand
To dwell in a homeland of pure democracy
Free from politically maneuvered captivity
But we, citizens, are partly to blame
When we vote for leaders who are lame
For lack of sensible men to lead the land
We choose to settle for poseurs of clan brand
What we Filipinos never try to erase
Is that ready smile you see in our faces
Unearthing little happiness as we strive
Until emancipation from hardship arrives
Resiliency, diligence, patience is our virtue
Changing the system overnight is hard to do
We cannot beat this ruthless, harsh society
We need a Moses to free us all from slavery!
Pacquiao hails from GenSan
Here in Philippine land.
Inspiration to his countrymen
Loves to watch him once again
In the ring fighting ‘til the end
Punching opponent but treats him as friend
Praying in the corner, giving God the glory
Idyllic, like it was such a wonderful story
Now you know Filipinos are serenely beautiful and happy
Ease yourself for I present to you humbly,
Sovereign island country