A Filipina. Started writing poems way back 4 years before 16. Poetry is my stepping stone. I am also writing a book, 'The Theoarka'.
'I write as I am. I do not lie on my works, but create them. I do not assume, I imagine.'~Pnevma Penna
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Tiffany Roldan Poems
A song that hides on wonders, she finds a way; A wind that sails overseas, she seizes the day; The firmament of joy she brings. A lullaby to the heart, beauty she sings.
Faces Of Life
I am my face of fear I look not on my fate. Does not feel, does not hear; Destiny calls, 'It's never too late! '
Why Can't We All Just Get Along?
We daresay, ' Life can't be easy.' But it is full of fervor, And it's fairly risky
Depression of a Friend
The depression of a friend is always strong. He does not know what is right to do, He does not know what is wrong.
Into the world, I took a pace, And I never saw your face. I never heard your voice, I never felt your embrace.
The Passion and the Song
A weary soldier heard a call, And it wasn't the brays of guns in the evenfall. But the salubrious chantey from the distant sea, Sanguine about a surmised victory.
Blue Devil Malediction
Below the regnant confusion, Slow but not ceasing; Flagrantly swirling through thoughts, Speaking silence but threatening.
If I am a pretend-happy me Nothing will be changed, except I must my face. But I wake up with miracles to see, So I continue do an embrace.
I Shall Not Want
I ask no more of time for everything has time itself. I ask no more of resources for You have called me for harvest. I ask no more of mere affection from anybody else, for You loved me first. I ask no more of shoes, for You carry me.
A Book Folded Silently in Prayer
The contours drawn into a story, Delineated by the grimaces of pains from a fist, Engraved by the years of adversity, Was what I understand the least.
The Manifestation Of Me (A Creed)
Will ye let me on my way of boldness? Let me know what is it when the evening falls. Unarmed, unbraced I go, and with prowess; Let me through the way, sleep by day, or face more than the lion's growl.
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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A song that hides on wonders, she finds a way;
A wind that sails overseas, she seizes the day;
The firmament of joy she brings.
A lullaby to the heart, beauty she sings.
Together, loudly we extol, let us laud her high;
We skedaddle mirthfully, raising spirits to the sky!
Like stars, dancing over the blanket of the night,
Tickling the eyes, alive, lurid, and bright.