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
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.
Sunset it was and the birds were flying by to catch forty winks. Silence grew louder; even to permit a ghost for bustle. No more tossing toes and twigs that sway the leaves away All had gone exhausted for activity
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.
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.
Blue Devil Malediction
Below the regnant confusion, Slow but not ceasing; Flagrantly swirling through thoughts, Speaking silence but threatening.
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.
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.
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
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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.