Thursday, March 5, 2009

This is the type of poem that i would like to compose. It follows no rules, and the most important "part" in composing this "kind" is to never stop writing. Whatever comes to your mind just write it even though it makes no sense. Let the reader, which can also be you, make meaning out of it after a few tries of reading

BUT WAIT! i dont know if i really made this poem, but i think i did. YES I BELIEVE I DID EVEN THOUGH I THOUGHT THAT I WAS IN A TRANCE.


Gone and Free
- Daniel Macrohon 4i

finding peace in thoughts of you
makes me feel more about us
what would it like be
to be life and love
as pure and serene

too die to see
i know how i'll leave
but when to look at thee
still down to tears left to believe
what more cruelty if you be me
now down on sharp edges here to grieve
wishing both be free

with one time gone
was i just a part of none
if time which what i need
be rivered for me to greed
as long as i could think
of you who never turned
turned backed and blink
but let you know for every
drop of love, which lives
youre in my heart, i carry
and i think she survives

Awit ng Pamamaalam

Huling SExam sa buong buhay ko. Ito'y isang tula sa anyong awit na may estilong sesura. Ang paksa ay umiikot sa pamamaalam. Nasa sa inyo na ang paghuhusga kung sino o ano ang kinakausap ng awit na ito.

Muling Hiling
- ni Daniel Macrohon 4-I

Isipin mo isang buhay ka sa akin,
tila kaluluwa ko ay nabibitin.
Minsan na nga lang ay gusto pang agawin,
dusa't hapdi tuwing wala sa'yong piling.

Bilang Na Ang Araw Mo (Your Days Are Numbered)

April
Bahay kubo kay munti,
init ay napapawi.
Silong na kakaunti,
tagahandog ng ngiti.

June
Magakapatid na biyak,
iyang tubig sumibak.
Itsurang nakabihag,
humahawig sa tanyag.

August
Likas ang kalikasan
maghandog ng halaman.
Samu't sari na kulay,
matagal ring malantay.

October
Underneath we find shelter
beside it to feel better.
Beyond there are more of her.
And it shall last forever.

November
Speak of holes on a tower.
and find the overseer.
glancing through the river
seing who did deliver

February
Dogs are white, white but some black.
Change, in the name of Barrack
Still young and gentle for now
will reborn on the morrow