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Best Poems Written by Dona Salapar

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With Love

I am seeing your photograph,
I feel the love once again,
I am seeing your smile.
I am falling all over again,

I miss it and I'll save it,
I saved it and it's story,
It's story and its's questions,
Like,How did we just end?

It was never a third party 
  nor the simple jealousy,
It was not the distance , time , 
  and space,
It was not envy , doubt , 
  and distrust,
because you said it was love,

We did end because of love,
we did end because you said you love me,
we did end because you cannot stand hurting me,
we did end because you said you love me,

''I love you that's why I'll let you go'',
I think those words aren't true,
because if it is you won't let go,
And if it is just me,I won't let go of you,

Only that moment I realized,
How did we just come to end,
How did the love we shared ended us,
And I think it ended us when love left your heart,

From that moment love still stays with me,
Time to time I browse at my phone 
   and check your profile,
But this time I am seeing you 
   and her in a photograph,
Are you inlove ? Are you with love?

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Can'T Fall For a Writer

Maybe it is the rhyme the he make,
Or the words that he play,
Maybe it was the images that he draw,
Either of those it touch my soul,
The harmony that try to heal wounds,
The words that he play gives hope in the midst of the dark,
The images he have drawn ask me to dream and look forward,
The words,the rhymes,the images,
Those things made me hope for something,
Something I once have,
Something I once lost,
And now I've fallen for who draw fantasies in realities,
Fallen for who made someone hope with the impossible,
Fallen for who weave dreams and tales that isn't possible,
Or maybe not,
Maybe I haven't yet fallen ,
Well I hope I haven't yet fallen,
Because for so many untold and unlisted reasons,
It will be hard,you should not fall for a writer.

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What It Really Is

Houses filled with gleaming decors,
Lights are twinkling as the carols we're singing,
There are people dancing while others are cheering,
Everyone's at joy,celebrating the birth of the king,

I've heard a loud crash,
loud enough to make my heart pound,
But not enough to make to the celebration stop,
Not enough for the loud crash to be given  a while,

The joy continues for they say,"It was the birth of the king"
The sound goes louder as my heart keeps pounding,
Lights are still twinkling with the carols singing,
I hope the celebration was still for the king,

I step out of the crowd trying to find some peace,
And I was shocked,It wasn't the peace that I found,
What I found we're people trying to save their houses,
Throwing pales of water while their tears are running,

I witness the fire but can do nothing but to cry,
I feel the heat who burned-out number of houses,
I even hear the young girls' cry,
With my heart broken I try to give it a while and listen as she cry,

As I was listening I noticed she's not crying,
She's singing!
The little girl is singing,
"Saylenay,olenay,oliskay,olisbray"

The little girl whose house we're burnt by fire,
 truly knows for whom the celebration was,
The little girl singing,"Silent Night,Holy Night,All is bright" 
and not those  who join the crowd truly knows what Christmas really is.

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Phone Call From Heaven

With broken wings,
Eyes closed,
Silently she flew,
Up high into the sky,

You couldn’t sleep,
You couldn’t eat,
You are broken, 
You are crashed,

Cold air kisses you,
Amidst the silence,
Here goes the phone rang,
A call, someone call,

You have been waiting,
For long, waiting for this moment,
To be with her, 
Back into her arms,

“Will you come with me? , 
Be with me my love”,
A phone call from heaven,
Will you? ,

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Contentment

You are shouting your complains,
While I'm screaming out of pain,
you are taking things for granted,
While I beg just to have it,

One ,two, and three,
I lived in a dilapidated shanty,
Three,four and five,
She was in white painted mansion,

I had my group of friends,
While she had tons of fans,
I ride in a family tricycle,
While she was in her car,

Six and seven,
I wish we were even,
Eight,nine and ten,
I wish her life was mine,


I wish it was mine,
 until I heard her scream,
Until I saw her tears,
Until I felt her scars,

She scream for those painful days,
For those sleepless nights,
For her unbearable fear,
until she turn so voiceless,
She always scream,

I saw her tears,
I felt the pain,
I saw her soul,
Her dark and lonely soul,

I felt her scars,
and knew her story,
Her life was never easy,
Her story was never happy,

So I decided to stop hoping and wishing,
I decided to stop wishing for her clothes,
I decided to stop dreaming of her life,
I decided to stop dreaming it was mine,

Because the life I had?
It was better than the life she was living,
It was Happier than the life she was in,
If Only I know the thought of contentment,

Ans so I started to seek answers,
About where to find contentment,
About how to get it,
To my mom,To my friends and to the priest,
How can I ever be contented?


And so they said, 
It was being grateful for what you had,
Being thankful for what you do not have,
Being prayerful for things to come,
It is appreciating little things my dear,


You may be shouting your complains,
but again, and please my dear,
think of those who scream because of pain, 
They may be taking their last breathe.

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Sneak In the Mind

The shippers,
The third wheel,
The chaperon,
Intermediary,

The center of all the waggeries,
that "singles are bitter",
because they aren't inlove,
or haven't  fallen in love",

Have you ever tried,
 to sneak on their mind?,
If they really don't care about love,
Or are they praying for someone to come,
And bring them some love,

Some of them are in pain,
For feelings that are not repaid,
Some are just waiting,
believing ,"God has better plans"

But most of them are real lovers,
that holds strong in fate,
With faith,
They hold in their heart a great love,

A love nobody dares to feel,
In a heart that no one  dares to know,
a love That would surely last,
 more than this life time,

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Who Wrote the Poem

"Who wrote the poem?"


It was a pen and a paper that I have,
the envy and hatreds that I wear,
accompanied by my heartaches and stiches,
plus my incapacity of doing things right,


They wrote every single word and stanzas,
they weave each rhyme per line,
Like a sword they try to cut deep into the readers bone,
It is them,it isn't me who wrote each poem,


It was the beatiful sceneries who wrote poems of admirations,
the piteous scenarios who wrote poems of compassion,
the sufferings who wrote poems of sympathy,
it is what I see,It isn't me who wrote each poem,


It was the emotion I wear who wrote each poem,
it was what I see who draw each images within lines,
It was my incapacity who binds me with the writer of those poems,
But still,it's what I feel and what I see,It isn't me who wrote the poems.

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Escape

I was broken,
I decided to go,
I was down,
I decided to come,

I didn't mind the distance,
Neither the unfamiliarity with the place,
Or the costs it take,
I just want to run away,

And as I ran ,
I never thought you would come,
You with the bright smile,
We ran from the cruel place we know,

A thousand steps and we are there,
A place our eyes haven't seen before,
A place our heart had been looking for,
it is the  place we found,

Heartlocks locked on handle of the bridge,
Lovers boating in the grand canal,
Tons of people roaming around,
Taking pictures of the scenes they love,

A place we had been was a real paradise,
Though the distance was quite  far,
With someone to run with,
All the moments are worth it.

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Parasite

You we're so weak 
and so I helped you, 
You looked so hungry
that's why I fed you, 

I give you a home 
like you never did had before, 
I showered and clothed you 
with love, 
Like you never did felt before, 

And then your strength grew up so fast, 
Now the things you have wasn't already enough, 
So I give all I have kept and all That was left, 
Thinking for you that would be enough, 

But I was wrong and you keep asking for more, 
So I asked myself is there anything left that I could give you?, 
By that my inner thought Struck me and said to me, 
"My dear, nothings left except yourself"

So I give myself, 
I give my flesh just to feed you up, 
I give my bones to protect and shelter you, 
I give myself  just to let you live, 

Just then I realized,
You  we're a parasite, 
you are using me for you to survive, 
You are killing me inside  After that you'll leave my side, 

But dear despite that hurtful fact, 
that you are using me just to survive, 
 I'm still willing to die a thousand times, 
Just to see and let you live your life, 

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Everything

You are not the world to me,
you are not the love to me,
you are not the music to me,
neither me to you,

But I don't want seeing you in pain,
I don't want you getting hurt,
I don't want you hating yourself,
neither seeing you down,

I don't want to be this selfish,
And keep you with myself,
I maybe coward for I can't see you imprisoned by pain,
But I am brave enough to let you go 
If am the cause of your pain,

you are not the world to me maybe because you are me,
you are not the love to me, for you define love to me,
You are not the music to me For you are everything,
From the notes,to the melodies,to the verses,and to the rhythm,you are everything.