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Grace Anndel Santos Poem
A Mother
Opening a treasure box
Wherein you can be found
Gentle voice of cherished memories
Vivid reminders of your pure love
Weaving through a life of cares
Never have you forgot to share
Warm arms that extend beyond
Every doubt and despair
Pillar of strength that can’t stumble
Yet sweet tears of a compassionate soul
An anchor to hold on when things get rough
And a lighthouse in dreary nights that leads you home
In this world, you’re called mother by your dearest child
Or by many people to whom you’ve shown your smile
A virtuous woman who’s worth more than a pearl
Creating a masterpiece of one’s journey that surpasses it all
Copyright © Grace Anndel Santos | Year Posted 2016
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Grace Anndel Santos Poem
The Beauty of Second Chances
You’re totally exquisite! Yes indeed!
Have you forgotten in the midst of uncertainty?
As if living unleashes normality and end
At one point you might go on and pretend
Neither do a decease to half-life will lend
Facing demise in the present upheaval
At time of vague realities and vain swears
Severe inquisition of when it will all end?
But let me live for just the moment intend
I may go too early as it still remains unknown
Be ready! Optimistic view in an angle of ninety
Saying goodbye won’t save this haste
Better yet leave a mark of your smile in stain
Is it really important to leave a legacy?
Let the people know and shout it in despair
This name written in a sepulcher’s art
Remains of a vigorous existence in a loop of infinity
Now as I felt a call from where my end bounds
One thing I’ve comprehended divine in awe
Proof of once value is not about being prominent
From where the pathway of your footsteps are
But being deeply loved and remain alive
In even a few hearts that grieve
Copyright © Grace Anndel Santos | Year Posted 2016
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The bleak tear tramples down the stony road
Blown by gushing whirlwinds and manly toil
Gone ravishing thoughts of why have I?
Haven’t recognize reality by this sweet goodbye
Its squeaky cut leaves a bottomless hole in the nut
A lot to fix but haven’t got so many blunt laughs
If only time can mend the hurt and twirl emotions blush this purse
You have had been the first but stroll away up with burst
Never would I imagine life seeing you again
Shackles of life regard my soul so well
Yet within this intercostal space
Lies intermittent beats of gnashing pain
How I wish I’ll meet an instance when one can stay
Moments might seem vivid on the smiles of yesterday
Interrogating rulers would not be able to comprehend
Uniqueness of thy existence devastated the whole trend
It would always leave a question of why have I
Can’t acquire a rational reason to prove do I
Mediocrity strikes a billion somehow
Why can’t I have this even now?
Save me please from this arrow pierced
Tangled down a life-long fear
I might not be what you want near
But thou shone a light to the path I have loved so dear
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Grace Anndel Santos Poem
Torn of the flesh; yet it may seem
Extra beats to remind of things unseen
Well then it utters deep within
Silent marks of memories engrave to dream
Yes, it never get drought with drear
Just as how it freely would deeply share
And as much as how it can only bear
The amount of crumpled leaves ripped with care
Never will it ever fail to love you
Hiding through the mask of realities and blues
‘Cause it knows how to clasp a falling clue
As it evoke the time of just me and you
Reminiscing the first time we’ve met in the scene
Strange, a blast of sensations, amongst the realms
You’ve lovingly awaken my long-time slumbering soul
Although, the thing is, for you, it’s just a show
I assent to the circumstance that you won’t see me at all
Yet hope stirs this heart to still strive on
But no pressure on you my dearest
‘Cause this core would only want your happiness
Life’s verve tangled on as it ought to be
Letting go is a start of another bourn authenticity
But this chapter of us is my favored one
Years will pass, yet in my heart, my love, you will certainly be the last
Copyright © Grace Anndel Santos | Year Posted 2016
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