To The Readers
Like what I have said,
I’m not really a poet and I don’t feel sad.
You see…I can hardly make simple one
But you may ask why and wonder how
Why I keep going and writing now.
How? And why?
The only answer I can give you, pal
This is true and it’s not a lie.
You… the readers of my humble writings
You are the reason ... more »
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Diana Rose Poems
A Butterfly Who Can't Get Out of His Coc...
There was a mother butterfly Who wished to have a female child But out of his lain eggs in the meadow She wasn’t sure if her wish was granted though
I Don't Care
So what if I am As shallow as the footprints in the sand I may have no one To follow my works and plan
A Key To Happiness
There’s nothing wrong if people desire Having most of the things in life But what is wrong is to have lust Craving for more, don’t enjoy what they have
An Openness To God
i Each day that passes my life I call Your name and seek your light. In my weary mind, in my lonely heart,
What You Can Be
Sometimes we can't be the one we want us to be, The dream that we once mold will always be just dream Hard work and patience, waiting for the time to see, The outcome of hardships are never meant to be.
I spent most of my days At home… And was most content sitting In my room alone
Is this really the trend? Be far from somebody You promised to be with ‘til the end? I can't believe I could survived
At dawn… The time when I feel all alone When everybody is asleep And are still catching some zzzz’s
To The Readers
Like what I have said, I’m not really a poet and I don’t feel sad. You see…I can hardly make simple one But you may ask why and wonder how
Here I go again Lying on bed, drifting away Thinking if I could have a better sleep. Raindrops pouring heavily on roof deck
Yes, you’re certainly true That when you write I am here to read it through And really convinced
To My Youngest Son
I wish I could write a finest piece A poem that will rise and be the best The one will endure in time like a total bliss So happiness is mine when I come to rest
Confusion, uncertainties, low self esteem Depression, tearfulness, fear in its extreme Loss of self confidence in everything That’s all I have experienced
She’s frozen and can’t move Her hands are numb and cold Still she’s shocked about the bruit She couldn’t imagine if it’s true
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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A Butterfly Who Can't Get Out of His Cocoon
There was a mother butterfly
Who wished to have a female child
But out of his lain eggs in the meadow
She wasn’t sure if her wish was granted though
Then one baby caterpillar came out
From his broken shell he crawled up
With so much blessings around him
He grew faster and changed his skin
The caterpillar then became a pupa
Hung upside down on a woody plant
He surpassed the strong wind
Through the calamity of life he stays in
The time has come for the pupa
After slowly changing his shape inside
He has to crack his own cocoon
He has to let...