Random Poems

Living Like

Roll roll, like a stone I go
Life like a smooth stone
Roll and roll
Smoothly down the hill I go.

Flow flow, like a river flow
Life like passing wave
Flow and flow
Gush like waters blue I go.

Blow blow, like a wind I go
Life like a breezing cold
Blow and blow
Quick but gently will I go.

Low low, to the ground below
Life like a burying dead
Low and low
And to heaven now will I go.

- GS


She is the One

If he fights for you with his life,
with the life he was given,
given by the divine one,
I assure you, he is the one.

If she kneel down and begs you,
begs you not to leave again,
giving you her every word,
I assure you, she is the one.

If he toils from daybreak to night,
and night alone he returns,
giving every second to you,
I assure you, he is the one.

If she wakes up beside you at day,
at dawn makes your meal,
by night waits for your return,
I assure you, surely, she is the one.

- GS


Death and Decay

Death and decay held your feet,
but you refused, unwilling to go,
unwilling to return the reaper's greet.

You stare into his cold dark eyes,
he is speechless, but not letting go,
not leaving without taking your soul.

And then comes pain and fear,
their words whispers into your ear,
and you know you cannot fight alone.

I only sat and watched right here,
with all my heart I pray you recover,
but the fight is yours not mine to bother.

Without haste your body colds,
you fought well, but you had let go,
I felt it pain me every inch of my soul.

Death and decay took your soul,
but I will remember you for this,
Taken is your soul, but your spirit, no.

- GS

Home

Home is where the heart is,
But for him without a heart,
Where does his home lie?
Is he but a shadow forgotten,
When the sun sets by night?
Will he see dawn by day?
Home is where he lays down,
And he finds not such a place.
His heart is nowhere around,
Lost like a drifter wondering.
He walks a lifeless flesh,
Feet dragging the evening dust,
Waiting for night to come again.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe tomorrow.
I may find home in my heart.

- GS

Theme: Marriage

First Sight of Marriage

They say love is blind, love is foolish,
Love is a shadow of a truth untold.
They say love is fake, it has no weight,
Like a penny that is to be given away.

I say love is truth, love is wisdom,
Love is the light of truth unfold.
I say love is willing, it goes distance,
And worth more than petty difference.

You may agree with the former,
Or concur with the latter words,
But until you see the real love,
You can be judge of neither.

- GS


Old Song

When I first met you
You sang a song I love,
Then I longed for you
You loved me in return.

When I courted you
We sang a song we love,
I found a tune for you
And you sang in return.

When I wedded you
You are the song I love,
And love I sang to you
You loved me in return.

When I bury you
Still you are my love,
And I will sing for you
Forever till home I return.

- GS


First Love

First love, like the spring you come,
So sweet and soft.
First love, like the summer's sun,
Passion you are.
First love, like the fall you pass,
You left my heart.
First love, like the winter's chill,
Pain you became.

- GS

About "Theme: Fear"

Within the Darkness

I wrote this to portray how fear can induce different actions and throws people into confusion and chaos. In the end I wrote that the darkness is lying to us:

"The darkness beckons, it calls to you,
But within the whisper, it is lying to you."

Because fear is, in fact, an illusion of the mind for the worst things that are yet to happen, subjected to endless possibilities, but giving in to it means that one has bought the lie that it will be like so.

Faith and Fear

Since I am a Christian, I figure that I write something about the correlation between faith and fear. This poem is a little idea of how, by having faith, one can overcome fear; and by having fear, faith is destroyed.

I like to portray faith and fear as two sides of a coin - one cannot exist without the other. So by using that analogy, I wrote this.

Well that's all for now, hope you enjoy it. I'll be posting more writings soon and the explanations as well. Time to sleep, maybe?

About "Theme: Writing"

I decided that since I never truly explained the things I wrote, it's best I start writing something to do some real explanation for my poems. (Btw, I've changed my pen name to GS again, from when I started writing)

Writer's Prayer

Writer's prayer is about how a person who does creative writing wishes his ideas do not slip his mind. It happens to me every now and then, and it has been very frustrating. 

I choose to start off by introducing the writer's 2 companions, which is the pen and the paper (parchment). The term "Teach me how to write" is to illustrate how sometimes when one encounters writer's block we ponder by rearranging the words or keep on writing and, later, return to that portion to finish that part.

The second and third stanza speaks of a writer's thoughts and his knowledge of wordplay. It is something the writer does not wish to loose and he prays that his hands does not fail to catch his thoughts.

Creator

Creator is written based on how a writer is compared to God as a similar character. The attitude and nature is such that, for God, how it is said that "we are created in His image" as the Bible says; whereas, for a writer, he wants to make a beautiful (better yet, perfect) writing.

Anonymous

Anonymous is a short poem dedicated to those who have created creative writings but yet not have their works recognized and their names known. It is also inspired by the movie "Anonymous" where it talks fictionally about how William Shakespeare came about.

Whoever reading these, hope you enjoy it. Have a nice day.

Theme: Writing

Writer's Prayer

Black ink and parchment,
Entertain me tonight.
Pen and paper,
Teach me how to write.

Thoughts and memory,
Fail me not this time.
Hand and fingers,
Write the words they sight.

Knowledge and wisdom,
Lead me as my guide.
Heart and mind,
Follow them tonight.

- GS


Creator

As God so fearfully creates,
The writer fearfully writes.
As how He patiently mold,
So does he patiently design.

Yet pride he takes not,
And glory he claims not.
For he loves his Creator,
And the creator He inspires.

For the Creator knows
the heart of the creator.
And life will the Creator give
for the worship the creator brings.

- GS


Anonymous

For every quill is an unknown writer,
The parchment his silent friend.
Every word is a stroke of paint,
Each sentence a piece of art.

- GS