Narra Poems - Poems about Narra

...Lest the eyes see, The crystal drops in me. How long can I be Like a narra tree? Lest the ears can hear, The whispers in me. How is it near Like the waves of sea? Lest the lips can speak......

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...For our country, it stands tall durable against decay God-blest with health benefits midst distinct fragrance. *Narra is the national tree of our country. October 2......

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...Revisiting our ancestral farmhouse I feel this certain tinge of aloneness, Which smudges the lively remembrances About a big clan huddled together Under narra trees, each Sunday…a frolic ......

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...narra tree grace and strength it bears almost gone 30 April 2018......

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...Don't cover me with a mantle of glitter For a circus parade that flaunts A pretentious kaleidoscopic dream, Where I am tricked to enchant an audience Paying hard-earned bills while I ......

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...l. Opening the closet of narra doors, I sweep through organza skirts and gemmed ringlets; my hair ruffling aimlessly upon scalloped kerchiefs smelling decade - old hyacinth, Mom’s fa......

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...Seven thousand islands grace the shore as narra trees arise , sun -dressed with ripples humming a native folksong-- gracious the womenfolk, caressed by Philippine beaches ever idyllic-- ......

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...My son, dear son, the artist of my future Fixing the broken pieces of my every day Breaking the sorrow of the massive turmoil Giving the calm spirit made by the dungeon From your warm little hands,......

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...Et Semper Amabo te! (I will always love you) Alas! The world was at its newest creation On the gloam of 24 December celebration My fine lady rode her bicycle As I gazed at you in the pinnacle The......

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...In a place where trees caress heaven's cheeks where winds whisper wistfully, sharing their secrets to those who care to listen... In a place where sun and moon meet, however fleetin......

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...“Wow, you write poetry, like Robert Frost!” my friend said, forcing my faint face turned into an over-ripe tomato. “Oh, you must be kidding me!’ replied I. Perhaps, you mean holding a pen, lik......

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...At the corner of the room, where only kerosene lamp’s light glows, head slightly bent over the ancient narra table, a man, divorced, sits in solitude, in front of him his grandpa’s gold pen and ......

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...Although I am not your date, nor your lover, still you can have me anytime. Yes, anytime ......

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...As I sit and watch the evening star I can feel the moon touches me, from a far Wanting to taste my Smirnoff vodka, with lime The worn mind suddenly rhyme Tonight, it’s on the verge, of unearthing......

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...She lays the white cloth on the ground of grass and opens the cans of coke with gentle flicks On a little narra table she sets the plates each with three hanging rice, and a quarter of l......

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