poems of June
compilation of my freestyle poems written throughout June
interim
unlearning my past self
but never unloving my younger version
I’ve noticed that my previous proses
would depict the emotions I had during that season.
To look back is still not easy.
While being steadfast,
I won’t lose my succor.
I wanted to keep both vulnerability and strength.
During the interim,
I’ll delight in solace.
rainy season
Now, we pine for the sun,
the clouds and the clear blue sky.
the thrumming sounds
resemble a lullaby
Now, we miss the people
and the kind of people we are when they were around.
It will never be the same.
That is the sad news.
It will never be the same.
That is the good news.
from wanting to disregard everything
to doing what it takes to remember
The season is a prompt
and it kindles nostalgia and my reminiscences.
companion
when you and a friend from your childhood grew apart from each other
when a friend decides to fly to another country
when you and a colleague turned friend went separate ways
when you and your college folks never get to catch up
When you’re used to do life with them
but now you have to do it separately.
You never expected it to happen.
So, you were never prepared.
but it shows you’ve matured once you bear it.
We let people go but we never let the good times escape us.
surface
when adulthood disguises itself
It makes you feel isolated.
Everyone sees the surface.
No one dares to dive into
what isn’t superficial.
It is the phase when one can use words and find fascination in them.
One hopes it’ll never end.
Do people our age still put their dreams in paper?
I would and I still do.
I like how it prompts me to be unrushed and
to be in reverie.
never wanting to get lost in it
but being in the moment
of gladness
Folks will ask you
about life, love and both.
One has to be acquainted with that reality.
The surface isn’t depicting everything.
It is a phase and one expects it to shift.
It is when it makes you feel you’re in solitude
but it isn’t unfavorable
to you.
You’ll lose some friendships
but you’ll never be without a companion.
finally, serene
The point will come
when one can witness it unfold.
The period will come
when that corner of your heart
will no longer yearn for
what it can’t have
and shouldn’t have.
It will no longer dwell
on the thought of having to tolerate everything.
It will find assurance and
those hands wouldn’t hold
more than what it can’t bear.

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