Lilibeth Sacmar Apat
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Lilibeth Sacmar Apat Poems
I feel kinda different, Time to go home My feet seem to have wings My heart sings a happy tune.
In my heart echoes the pain, Hurt never heals in the rain, Rain never quenches thirst, soul, No balm for my numbed senses.
I come home to an empty house, an empty room There's no one about me, not a single soul I've no one to talk to except someone on the phone But it seldom rings, though I wish so hard it would.
If we can find the time to listen To others on what they have to say If we can find the time to reach out To those who are in need
WHAT MORE CAN I ASK FOR?
To love and be loved, the most wonderful experience The feelings were intense when we first met But never thought marriage was just a few months away Until we were there to exchange vows and seal it with a kiss.
IT’S THE THOUGHT THAT COUNTS
It’s not the big things that matter It’s not the price of the gift you bring It’s not how costly the card is That makes the giving more sincere.
SAY … CHEESE!
If I could only have my way I’ll make both of us the happiest on earth I know of how deeply I feel for you Yet I can’t admit it, not now… not ever.
THE UNFATHOMABLE SEA
The unfathomable sea has a story Secrets are kept in the heart of it Many wish to go deeper But those who dared always failed.
Things Aren't That Bad - Sometimes
Despite the hurts and pains We can always find sunshine after the rain There is always the brighter side of things As there are two sides of a coin, they say.
Angel Nicole -My Baby
You were a bundle of joy in my arms Sleeping peacefully while I held you close Then you'd wake up and give your sweet smile You never knew how it touched my heart.
Things thrust your way, one after the other You're not ready but you have to cope Sometimes it's weird When you're ready for some things
I Could Have Been
I could have been a cookie, I could have been a cake I could have been a juice, even a cola drink I could have been whatever people want me to be But is that what I want? Would that have made me happy?
God gave my family to me A blessing giftwrapped so beautifully My father, my mother, my brother, my husband, my children They are the persons I love dearly.
Who Ever Said Life Is Fair?
It all is so disgusting Learning after years of pain What you tried so hard to build With a snap, all would be in vain.
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I feel kinda different,
Time to go home
My feet seem to have wings
My heart sings a happy tune.
Been like this since we got married
Never knew you'd make me happy every single moment
In my world of hatred and anguish
You make coming home such a great relief