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Color of Morning

Hues of orange splash the sky

Splattered like magnificent painting greeting the early commuters off to work

I sigh a little as I saw only a glimpse of it

I wanted to pause the moment before the busy day and just bask in awe under it

The sun showing its glow but not quite the full show

I take a photo of it in my mind and I smile inwardly thinking how beautiful the day will be

©Maria Michaela

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Love has never been warm to me

Its icy cold breath has always been breathing down on me.

Others boast of warm fresh breeze

But I’ve only been able to feel its chills.

Love has given sunshine, smiles, and rainbows to others

But it has only given me a cold shoulder.

Maybe I offended it before.

Maybe it wanted me to do more.

Maybe I could try and break the ice.

Maybe I haven’t been too nice.

Maybe I’m really just afraid

For love to be warm to me.

©Maria Michaela

Been a while since I’ve written Visayan poetry or Balak. Here’s something I came up with.

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Kasing-kasing ko nag pitik

Pitik, pitik, pitik

Gikulbaan

Gikuyawan

Unsa jud ning gipamati?

.

Ulo ko nag labad

Sakit, sakit, sakit

Napasmohan

Nagutman

Wala kasabot sa gibati.

.

Kasing-kasing nag pitik

Ulo nag sakit

Mata ko gisuwawan

Gihayagan ug taman

Sa kaanyag mo.

©Maria Michaela

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Translation:

My heart is beating fast

Thump, thump, thump

Nervous

Scared

What is this feeling?

.

My head, aches

Aching, aching, aching

Loss of appetite

Not wanting to eat

I don’t understand what I’m feeling.

.

My heart is fastly beating

My head is aching

My eyes can hardly see

Because your beauty shines brightly.

©Maria Michaela

Faded

An old photo from long ago

Has caused the faces to be faded

But the memories they rush quickly

Flooding like they never left.

A note from some years long gone

The letters are faded now

But the emotions it held are still quite visible

Clearer than when they were written.

And he has faded far into the background of my past

Not forgotten but slowly fading.

©Maria Michaela

Like Balloons

Like balloons I am colourful outside

But sensitive and fragile inside.

Playful, captivating, alluring

Also intelligent, insensitive, and all too caring.

Like balloons, I can be fun

Yet I can also be glum.

I burst and pop out joy

And also suddenly deflate and be annoyed.

I can be a pop of red or a subtle green

But also be blue and gray and in between.

I can be as put together like a bouquet,

But also, like balloons I often float away.

©Maria Michaela

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I found a letter addressed to me

I read it slowly and carefully

It said,

“Hey beautiful! Remember you are beautiful…

In every single way

No matter what you feel each day.

Do not let the scale’s number or the clothing size define you.

You are wonderful and beautiful despite what some other people might say…

Despite what you might say to yourself.

You’re not perfect but you are unique so stop trying to fit in.

Be you

Be bold yet simple

Be delicate but strong

Be your awesome you!

There will be people who will put you down.

Society will try to change you to fit the norm.

But remember, you are loved and should learn to love yourself.

Most of all, remember that I love you.”

The letter ended and it was signed by me.

©Maria Michaela

On Deaf Ears

An echo into the void

I am just an echo.

No one sees, no one hears the haunting fears.

I scream!

But it’s all in my head

I am broken

The pieces are too small to put back together.

I’ve held on for as long as I could

But the void, it keeps growing

And this!

Whatever THIS is, it’s harrowing.

I call for help but it seems

It has fallen on deaf ears

And I am left to fend for myself as the void slowly consumes me.

©Maria Michaela

Dark And Bitter

Why so bitter?

Why so dark?

So they splash a little milk or creamer to add a bit of colour

But that just ruins it, doesn’t it?

The aroma, the realness, the pureness

That’s what it’s all about.

So no, I say no to the sweetness of sugar

And no the any creaminess

You see,

I like it dark and bitter.

©Maria Michaela

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Ever since trying intermittent fasting, I’ve been into dark coffee. Been used to creamer and sugar that it took quite a while for me to get used to the pure bitterness of it. Now, I can’t get enough of it and prefer coffee as it is. How do you like your coffee? Or are you more a tea person?

Not All Girls

Not all girls have curvy body

Not all girls are tall

Not all girls are sexy slim

Most girls don’t have it all.

.

Not all girls are unruly but also

Not all girls are prim and proper

Not all girls like frilly things

Not all girls are makeup lovers.

.

Not all girls receive equal opportunity

Not all girls have their voices heard

But some girls are rising up now

And will not be deterred.

©Maria Michaela

To Be Continued

I fell in love with you but you didn’t

So that was an opportunity we both lost.

You fell in love with someone,

I got hurt and bruised.

Eventually I moved on and so did you,

But you broke that person’s heart because you found someone new.

Soon after your new love moved on without you

And we lost touch,

I didn’t dare ask how you have been doing

For fear you might think I’m still hoping for so much.

Our paths once crossed but it seems it will never again

You and I, we try to avoid each other it seems.

Our story ends here

Or it may be a to be continued when we’re different people in a different life.

©Maria Michaela

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