Grateful Little Voice

Once, there was a young boy living in the streets. He dreamed of things, he knew he’d never have. He was dirty so people found him disgusting.

One day, a man came and showed kindness to the little boy. Not minding the dirt on his body, he embraced him. The boy, feeling love for the first time, cried and held the man tightly not wanting to let go. So the man, brought him to his house and they became a family.

Years after, the boy grew to a fine young lad. But the man, who stood as a father to him, was already old, weak and dying. Repaying his kindness, he took care of him. But dying is inevitable. Though heartbroken, life must continue. As an act of gratefulness to the man who took him in as his own, he must move forward in life, not wasting it and living it right.

This story is depicted in my new poem, “Grateful Little Voice”.

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Organization In Process

As always, thank you for reading my poems. To make it easier to read related poems, I created navigation in which they will be grouped together. Please see the navigation on the side bar.

You may notice a new category, “Poetry Series – Reminisce”. Reminisce is the title of the collection. You’ll find the poems under it in the order they are written.

This site is new and a lot of things still need to be done. You may find a lot of changes but I hope, you don’t get confused with them.

In advance, I would like to apologize if some changes may cause you inconvenience and confusion. Hope you can continue reading.

Sorry for the Confusion

To readers who have visited in the last 12 hours, I apologize if you find this site’s theme confusing. I have been working on choosing a new theme for the site so you may have noticed that there have been a lot of site changes for the past hours.

The current theme is what I’ve decided on at last. I am hoping that you’ll like it for its simplicity and organization.

Thanks a lot for reading!

Daily Prompt: Waiting

via Daily Prompt: Waiting

Just Here Waiting
If there’s someone who would lend me his shoulder
And let my head rest upon it for even just a while
I would wait for him no matter how longer
For him, I would travel mile after mile
If there’s someone who would lend me his back
And let me cry on it when I need to
On his door, I myself would knock
And shout to him my feelings so true
If there’s someone who would give me his warm embrace
And blanket me with love when it get’s cold
I’ll dedicate to him all my days
I’ll stay with him till we get old
If there’s someone who would be true to me
And give me all the caring and all the loving
I promise to love him for eternity
For him, I’ll just be here waiting

Poems to the Past

Holding on to my feelings, I wrote my past in these three related poems:

The first and third poems pertain to the man who once held my heart. I’ve loved him all these time but things have started to change somehow.

Here’s another poem, Last Poem for You, especially written for the man I loved. This time, though, it’s a letter of farewell for I’m learning to move on and loving another.

A Tribute to All Athletes

Not only I’m a fan of sports but I also have a lot of friends who are athletes.

Competition is never easy. A lot of hardships are expected. No matter how many times one fights and succeeds, no one can predict the results.

I respect and look up to great athletes, true athletes with real passion and a sense of fair play. As a tribute, I wrote the poem, “Salute to the Sportsman”.

Let us support the players who are giving their all in every game.