Sad Poems, Why?

Abyss

By: Jeques B. Jamora

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I found you in the abyss of the unxpected.

I caught your hands in a loose grip ~

You held my hands tight.

So I tried to hold you for as long as I could.

But your grip loosens with the passing of time.

Later, ’tis only me left holding on.

I need to catch my breath

Being in this deep chasm for awhile.

So I let you slip away,

Losing you back to the dark void.

I tread the shallow waters of the expected since then.

I know you are there somewhere,

But I lost the heart

To plunge back

To the abyss of the unexpected ~

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For I don’t want to drown again.

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Anonymity, My initial attempt on Photography.

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I love to write sad poems, and read them. I may wear a happy facade, but I know inside me resides a lonely child. I find pleasure in keeping my tears in the corner of my eyes, and feeling that lump in throat while writing.

So I connect to that part of me by composing sad poems.

I nurture the fertile grounds of my lonely self to grow seeds of sad poems. I allow myself to chant sad hymns , if that’s what my soul wanted to sing. I listen, for that’s the path I should take to healing.

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Memoir Of Our Love’s Twilight(Sonnet) 

By: Jeques B. Jamora 

I watch the gray twilight through my window

‘Tis dark, and I can’t see the setting sun.
 

The dusk is darkened by the cloud’s shadow;

The birds that criss-cross the skies are now gone.

My eyes trace the silhouette of a tree;

‘Tis there, but like you, I no longer see.

You’re into places since I set you free;

Oft I wonder if you still think of me.

Tonight, as I rove to the land of dreams,

I hold your thoughts close, afraid to drop you

And lose you in to oblivion’s dark streams.

Oft I doubt if you keep me that way, too.                                

Tomorrow, when the sun would rise again,

I pray there’ll be no clouds, and will not rain.

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What If

By: Jeques B. Jamora

 

What if the poet in me dies,

What if my morning greetings loss its rhymes?

What if my passion is gone,

And there’s nothing left undone?

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What if’s, too many to hold

I should just carry on.

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What if you’ve got enough of me,

And get bored of me?

What if you shut me up, and oh God,

You would stop, just like that?

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What if everything are done,

You and me forever gone?

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Let it be written then among the stars in the skies,

And here on earth engrave them in the stones ~

That once, there was love here ~

‘Tis pure~

Though ’tis human for a man.

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For more sad poems, click here:

http://jeques.wordpress.com/category/sad-poems/

 

 

 

~ by jeques on AMu2u5930 10, 2007.