Biography of Shelomith Noarbe
Poem is my game, shelomith is my name...
I go to school to reach for things I once aim...
I'm in West Negros University, studying nursing course
Now you know what I mean!
I'm bubbly but sensitive
I talk a lot but I know how to listen
Friendster.com is also my house you can add me up
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Shelomith Noarbe Poems
Ang Paghigugma (Loving) Ilonggo Poem
ang paghigugma isa ka matahom nga tinaga kung ikaw nagahigugma kaangay mo ang isa ka bata
Women Respect Women
i am a woman respected some women i need to respect
Are You Powerful Enough?
Do these… Tell the sun to rise And make it obey your command Compute how large the earth is
God bless Those who are aware they are sinners How they sinned How they recover from that sin
Am I Beautiful?
who says i'm beautiful? 1. MY MOTHER 2. MY FATHER 3. MY BROTHERS & SISTERS
'Hi, nice meeting you! ' 'Ohhh, I love you, too! ' 'Yes, I do! ' few words
Awareness Vs Ignorance
Ignorance is not an excuse If you are the cause of someone’s havoc You are setting destruction for yourself as well Spread hearsay like flu virus
Happiness is not only heard through laughters But of course... By the warmth of one' touch By the calm smile from one's lips
naga higda sa pinaka kilid sang katre naga panumdom sang mga wala diri wala didto ang akon nga mamang nagaluto sang panyaga ang pinakanamit sa akon mga natilawan
In The Midst Of Nowhere
i am in the midst of nowhere lost hunting what it is to be found empty
I Wish, You Wish!
You wish... You are loved by me You wish... I am yours
Wish It Is Funny
funny thing, i can still feel the touch of the scattered petals, white roses with red ones funny thing, i can still hear the coo of the turle doves freed, flying high funny thing, i can still see the golden sun slowly sinks under wide ocean funny thing, i can still taste the sweet yet semi dry wine, passionately aromatic
Cold Wind Blows
the cold wind blows one early morning rushing through my skin like abnormal flora
Soul Fly (By Raynne)
inside your golden heart a soul is trapped, dying crying and waiting still waiting in vain
On The Aeroplane
Looking through the shadowy glass window
An aeroplane above the towering heights I see
Now I remember a few moments
My neighbor so georgeous left
Going to the airport to fly to the love of his life
That woman was not his wife, but just a sweetheart, you see!
I'm not jealous of her or so I believe he would come back.
On the aeroplane, I imagine
He is sitting near the window for him to see me