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Yaneth Bautista Poem
As we looked out the window,
He held my hand,
And he didn't let go,
Until the very end.
Copyright © Yaneth Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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Yaneth Bautista Poem
Dad,
We may be apart,
But not by heart,
We may have our differences,
But I will always be your princess,
We may lose hope,
But we know not to elope,
We may feel frustrated at the world,
So let's not add more to the load,
We may not show our love,
But we know it’s there,
We may not talk everyday,
But thankfully we never run out of things to say,
I love you so much Dad,
Copyright © Yaneth Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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My little brother,
Likes to be a bother,
Everywhere we go,
We know he's bound to act slow,
Doesn't care if we have company or not,
His nose will always be full of snot,
Oooh the worst part,
He smells like fart.
Copyright © Yaneth Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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When all seems down,
To Heaven we shall bound,
And when all seems safe and sound,
Thy shall meet Him who wears a Crown.
Copyright © Yaneth Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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Ocean waves,
Crash against the rocky cliffs,
Each taller that the next,
All too beautiful for my eyesight
Nausea sweeps over and I wake up
Copyright © Yaneth Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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Hold on to me,
Why?
Because I will hold on to you.
Even on your toughest days,
Even when everything feels like a maze,
And when you're mad at me,
I will let you be,
But that won't mean,
I'll stop caring about your well-being,
Alas my dear friend,
This poem has come to an unexpected end.
Copyright © Yaneth Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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After dark,
When the perfumed air,
of fallen leaves slick with rain,
of tall grasses and stony trails,
Smells of the brooks surging with the rush,
Of all night down pours.
Copyright © Yaneth Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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Risen
Is the
Sun,
Engulfing us in its warmth,
Nourishing us all.
Copyright © Yaneth Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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Yaneth Bautista Poem
I’m not sure what I’m writing about but it’s okay because as I type, I speak through my mind and into a piece of paper or my notes.
I love how I can have no clue about what I’m writing but I love finishing a essay or poem or whatever this is,
And seeing that I don’t have to lie about anything because it’s just there in plain sight after minutes of typing, writing, etc is so beautiful,
I wish life were as easy and simple as this but it’s not because life isn’t like typing or writing.
You can’t just pause and stop life for a second or a minute or even a day to figure things out, you have to act fast and be smart about it.
You need to make the right decision right there and then.
The difference with writing is that you are able to pause and re-read your work and fix it.
In real life you can’t always do that,
Especially if it was meant to be done right then and there.
You can’t expect life to be perfect and neither can you a poem.
Nothing in life will always be perfect and that’s okay.
Nothing in general is perfect.
You aren’t either.
You have to make the best of what you have got.
Yes, you can write your story in your own ways but is it the truth?
Are you over-exaggerating it to seem like someone you know that deep down you aren’t?
Or do you just want validation from people? I’m not sure what I’ve been ranting about but I’m glad I’ve been typing because time has passed,
I have distracted myself from all the thoughts running through my head and I have poured my soul into this iPad.
Good night.
Copyright © Yaneth Bautista | Year Posted 2026
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