Sonya Florentino

Rookie (Manila, Philippines (residing NYC))

Sonya Florentino Poems

41. # # You Are 8/4/2009
42. # #sorting Pictures (Edited 11/11) 11/3/2009
43. # A Lesson In Clockwork 8/11/2009
44. # Absent 11/3/2009
45. # Afternoon Shadows 6/1/2009
46. # Alter Ego 6/10/2009
47. # Anything And Everything (The Romantic) 7/14/2009
48. # Barely Writing 7/14/2009
49. # Black Crow (The Outsider) * Inspired By A Poem By Jasmin Whyte 5/11/2009
50. # Cheshire Smile 5/19/2009
51. # Dawn's Awakening (Inspired By A Poem By Jasmin Whyte) 5/26/2009
52. # Day Of Empty 5/19/2009
53. # Don'T You Dare! 5/19/2009
54. # Fatad Accident 12/8/2009
55. # Fetish 8/11/2009
56. # He Made Me 4/28/2009
57. # Home (A Nightmare Named Desire) 12/5/2008
58. # If I Were An Object 3/19/2009
59. # In Life And Poetry (For Sandra Fowler) 2/27/2009
60. # Mercy Killing 6/29/2009
61. # Now (Or Never) 8/4/2009
62. # Parting Is Not Sweet Sorrow 8/18/2009
63. # Pillow Comfort (Bitter-Sweet Regret) 8/18/2009
64. # Poem From Titles (Destroyer, Muse, Metaphor) 12/1/2009
65. # Premonition 1/10/2009
66. # Pussycat 5/11/2009
67. # Rapture (The Celebration) 7/28/2009
68. # Small Deaths 1/22/2009
69. # Soul Travel (Freedom) 1/17/2009
70. # Soup For Dinner 6/29/2009
71. # Standstill 3/8/2009
72. # Starry Night 4/18/2009
73. # The Destroyer 5/26/2009
74. # The Teacher 7/20/2009
75. # Transient 6/10/2009
76. # Yesterday's Rain 6/1/2009
77. (mis) Taken 9/30/2009
78. * Beauty Unearthed 3/3/2009
79. * Crybaby 3/3/2009
80. * Love Must Find Me Now (Lyrics) 2/21/2009
Best Poem of Sonya Florentino

# # Bastard Son's Story

I stand before you Father,
but you refuse to see
Oh dear Father, have I fallen from the tree
of your good grace, our last embrace
now a memory
Oh Father, have you forgotten me

I kneel before you Father
But you do not feel
Oh dear Father, have you forsaken me
I am your flesh and blood
Dear Father, look at me!
I am your ill-begotten history

© 2009 Sonya Florentino

Read the full of # # Bastard Son's Story

Epiphany In Times Square

Would I have recognized you
In the middle of Times Square
Among a billion strangers
Rushing here and there

If our eyes met
Would I recognize the fire
Those burning eyes
That madman's smile

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