Sonya Florentino

Rookie (Manila, Philippines (residing NYC))

Sonya Florentino Poems

161. It Doesn'T Take Much 4/28/2009
162. It Happens All The Time 1/28/2009
163. Knowing 7/20/2009
164. Last Refrain 1/10/2009
165. Last Song 2/21/2009
166. Legend In The Mirror (On Michael Jackson) 7/7/2009
167. Life-Lines 12/29/2008
168. Life's Turn 10/13/2009
169. Like Life 12/6/2008
170. Like Onion 2/27/2009
171. Like Sentries (Plus Tanka Version Dedicated To Nora Olmedo) 8/25/2009
172. Listen 12/15/2008
173. Loka-Loka (Mad) 1/18/2009
174. Love Hostage 4/13/2009
175. Madwoman 12/20/2008
176. Magic Happens 12/9/2008
177. Measuring Whales 1/7/2009
178. Metaphor 1/26/2009
179. Monster In Autumn 9/30/2009
180. Mother (No Less) 12/26/2008
181. Music Of The Stars 12/10/2008
182. My Muse 12/4/2008
183. Nesitette (To The Lost Child) 1/30/2009
184. Night Vision 7/28/2009
185. Nightfall (A Lullaby) 1/26/2009
186. No Crime But Punishment 11/14/2009
187. No More Poems, Alicia? No Mas? Never Ever, Alicia? Nunca Mas? 2/27/2009
188. No Ordinary Woman From Paraguay (On Alicia Nuncamas) 2/27/2009
189. Notes For Leaving 10/20/2009
190. Nothing 12/20/2008
191. Nothing Is Sacred 1/30/2009
192. Ode To Da Vinci 9/11/2010
193. Ode To Spring 1/18/2009
194. Ode To The Worm 2/28/2009
195. Open 12/12/2008
196. Past Midnight 12/14/2008
197. Pedestal 1/22/2009
198. Pocket 2/9/2009
199. Reading Trees 12/26/2008
200. Real Talk 7/7/2009
Best Poem of Sonya Florentino

Ode To Spring

It snowed today
Again
Like yesterday
And once more
Snow tomorrow

A harsh winter
That's what they say
Colder than it's ever been
Snow like we've never seen
Spring... it will be late

But I will wait, for like fate
Spring always follows
Spring always comes
Spring has never failed me

Even under 6 feet of sorrow
No matter how long I burrow
Spring somehow always finds me

Read the full of Ode To Spring

My Muse

My muse is not a lady
My muse is a man
My muse is a man who haunts me

My muse is not a woman
Whom I would understand
My muse is a man who torments me

My muse is not a she
For she would set me free
My muse is a man who's possessed me

My muse is not imaginary
My muse is a man
As real - as tortured as I am

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