"The Poets Might Disagree" Poetry

If
ever
your mind
wistfully drifts
off; and your delicate
hands reaches and disturbs
the dusts off, illuminated by the
sunlight at the season of Summer, your mind
wandering and wondering about the tasks and its
supposedly number. Whilst the suppressing air took
your mind off things; whilst the summer flowers bursts
in colors and your mind swirls from the overbearing i-
—mages it brings. The pictures brings you to memories——
——buried long, so long to remember; when at the time you
stopped to gaze at those beautiful, assorted mountain
flowers. The memory enthralls you———— it elicits power
and nostalgia to you. They were planted long before
you were born, and you climbed these mountains
to see how they were, whilst your glimmering
tears watered them; in vain and
left you forlorn.

The dawn was never mine; no doubt,
An art I adore from afar,
Warmth that I never thought would sprout,
A surprise, amazement, you are.

You’re an art I couldn’t possess,
A different enlightenment,
Different star I couldn't guess;
Pastel colors in alignment.

Realize you're never alone,
A ray of hope waiting for you,
Your other side was never known,
I'm glad I saw the glimpse of you.

If ever your mind swirls behind the curtains of your imagination / and you see the pieces of dawn breaking through oblivion; / remembering times where the mud sticks to your feet / as you played by the pond over the happiness’ fleet. You chased group of innocent butterflies, / as they escaped your little pries / but your joyous laughs made the winds smile / as they caressed your cheeks by a mile. You kept those pictures in a jar, / your tears streaking those memoire, / wondering about the nature’s bond; / as it escorts you over the pond. As the waters embraced you like a mother, / it seeps through your nose — filling you like any other / your grip loosening to the edges of life; / as everything ends at the slice of a knife.

Malayo ang iyong tingin,
Tila gusto mong liparin
Ang lawak ng papawirin
Tila may gustong sabihin

Ang pagbasak ng 'yong luha,
Ay hindi ko mahinuha
Ang sagot 'di ko makuha
'Di rin makasalamuha.

Mga mata mong mapanglaw,
Limot na ang mga araw
Mga dating maiilaw
Ay matagal nang naparam.

Your tears streaming down from your eyes,
You're a case I couldn't defend.
Carefree laughs that are full of lies,
Your smiles that I know you pretend.

Oh, love, please. Hold my hand tightly,
Let me pull you away, drag you,
From darkness that consumes you, blindly.
A reaching hand as a mildew.

Rest your head onto my shoulders,
Let us forget this cruel world…
Let your sadness flow like rivers,
Let our intertwined fingers fold.

Forget your worries, freely run,
Through the end of the tunnel,
Through my waiting hands, worry none,
Your light is always so subtle.

To whom it may concern (1):
You're a light that timely flickers,
Running blindly through the darkness,
A button that tears could trigger,
Holding onto thorns you thought harmless.

Hey, would it ever be wiser
If I just drifted far away?
Along with enchanting waters
Of an azure mountain bay?

Would you ever know I'm lying
If I said "scarlets had scared me"?
Though it flow from my eyes, dripping;
From the depths of my soul, within me?

Resemblance of the past winters
Would it ever be forgotten?
Snowflakes that are made of splinters
Scarlets I desire, begotten.

If you close your eyes and you see
Oceans of abandoned fairies,
Underneath the nicest old tree,
Dewey waters trapping rosemaries.

Must be your imagination,
“She must be one of the fairies”,
Wings reflecting a constellation,
Particularly Aries.

“the most beautiful executioner”

No matter how he wants to, / no matter how he try to / forget the messy brunette curls cascading down her back / the sparkle on her brown eyes which they never lack / books and tomes never left her hands / perhaps constellations on her cheeks, at once / he wished he hated her, / he wished he condemned her / but as her curly hair billowed; helping hands of the wind / isn't she just the most beautiful executioner he has ever seen? / she never noticed his following eyes / Für Elise, his piece for her as the time flies / his fingers threaded her scarf where her hair could've been / isn't she just the most beautiful executioner he has ever seen? / Their shadows danced between the crack of dawn / where parallel planes lengthened between unknown / and he's blinded by the golden glow / where she was destined to bask and grow. /

“windows of your soul // azure”

My beautiful azure, your eyes, my love,
Could not compare to the seven oceans
It is the color of the skies above
Oh, it hypnotizes; in my notions.
It is, indeed, the window of your soul
It (undoubtedly) twinkles under a star
Catching it in distinct shades is my goal
Cerulean, Mediterranean, they are.
But my love, thou stare at different pair
Those azure of yours cried most precious tears
The woman I love; but you did not care
You, azure, flew away-- one of my fears.
I could take care of you better, don't roam;
I'll keep you--- FOREVER, UNDER MY HOME.