naida supnet

Veteran Poet - 1,075 Points (bayambang, pangasinan, philippines)

naida supnet Poems

1. I Can’t Make Them 4/8/2014
2. Daniel's Mother 5/8/2015
3. Behind Lashes 12/27/2014
4. Fight Not 3/16/2011
5. Glad 4/13/2011
6. Not Anymore 11/6/2011
7. One Proud Someone 11/7/2011
8. I Want You To Guess 11/9/2011
9. Bevy Of Girls 4/9/2014
10. Dream Coffee Moment 10/6/2013
11. Simple, Basic 10/6/2013
12. Love Is... 5/18/2015
13. You Can Fool Them 11/12/2011
14. Lola Aurelia's Love 12/3/2011
15. Poem For The Day 5/15/2011
16. Worth It 11/8/2013
17. Nine Years And A Day Ago 8/21/2013
18. Sigh 8/26/2013
19. Time To Face The Enemy 11/6/2011
20. Joker 9/22/2011
21. Faces 3/14/2011
22. Sad 3/3/2011
23. With Every 12/12/2010
24. Nursery Rhymes 3/9/2011
25. The World He Made 2/24/2011
26. Wanderer 11/15/2011
27. Hair Less 9/10/2011
28. Me And You - You And I 8/31/2011
29. At All Times She's Glad 11/2/2011
30. Gloomy 9/18/2013
31. Little 3/4/2011
32. Do Not Try 12/26/2012
33. I Wish Them Gone With My Every Puff 10/1/2011
34. Sometimes 1/18/2011
35. Clouds Amazing 2/23/2011
36. Poem Crazy 12/14/2010
37. Silly Scissor-Cut 10/8/2011
38. Bus Ride I Used To Do 10/6/2011
39. Two Days, Come Home 10/11/2011
40. The Man, The Ring, The Name 8/10/2013
Best Poem of naida supnet

Beauty Queen

In all her splendor she shines
In all her glory she charms
With all her beauty she's poised
With all her grace she's composed

Adorable queen, queen of the sky
Her damsels are the stars up high
She trully emerges and she stands out
A real beauty, that's what we talk about

She makes every poet write poems
She makes every lover love love
She makes every singer sing songs
And creates good friendship in every foe

She brings a smile to every broken heart
She brings hope to every hopeless fight
She brings joy to every painful cries
And creates...

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Daniel's Mother

There she goes again, calling Daniel it’s ten pm
Has been shouting and talking, has been asking them
Have they seen her dear boy, who has been missing
But to no avail, they have been staring

Every morning every day, with her hair all a mess
She’ll start with the old man, absorbed in his chess
If he had seen her Daniel, her angel a young kid
But no he did not, he’ll tell her if he did

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