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Sad Poems, Why?


By: Jeques B. Jamora


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 ~


For I don’t want to drown again.




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.


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.


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?


What if’s, too many to hold

I should just carry on.


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?


What if everything are done,

You and me forever gone?


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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5 responses

  1. ed

    Sad. So very sad. *tear

    PM00000080000001030 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm11

  2. jeques


    It is good to be once in awhile in touch with our sad self, isn’t it?

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    AM00000010000004030 10, 2007 at 12:00 am11

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  4. laila

    effective!!!!!now you made me sad.where did you get all those thoughts?????you really are full of surprises!!!

    PM000000120000002731 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm01

  5. Hi Laila,

    I got them from my heart ~ all my works, all that I do are from my heart. You’re up for more surprises. I hope my works will inspire you and awaken the writer in you. You have it, find it in your heart. I anticipate a good read from you soon.

    I wish you well.

    ~ Jeques

    PM000000110000000931 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm01

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