Warren Augustus de Guzman Poems

I miss you.
Like the flowers miss the morning dew.
Like the night sky miss the dawn's blue.
Like the desert sands miss November rain.
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Careening through the universe
Upon my steed of rhyme and verse
A wretched poet’s fated curse
O such a state, there is non worse
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I called just now… just to say
Just to say… what I have to say
I hope you don’t think me rude
For calling at this time, for being such a prude
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Tottering on the edge of oblivion
A cliff over a pool of infinite thought
To jump would be to embrace it
The possibility of infinity
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Tomorrow is fast approaching.
with every minute disappearing,
and every second dissipating.
we are left anticipating,
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She sat at the far end of the room, decked in pink
Her eyes directed at the floor, her face locked in a contemplative smile
And with a sudden, graceful twist of her head,
Punctuated by the soft bounce in her hair as she swung around,
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I got lost in the infinity of her eyes.
A vision one could never despise.
She held me, and I held back.
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The melancholy has left me.
My sole inspiration to write.
What now of my pain poetry?
In which all my sadness takes flight.
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Wretched and putrid, it made its way across the alley,
Straight into a pile of synthetic filth and human garbage,
And as I continued on my way
It popped its head out and stared directly into my eyes.
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So, so long have I thought of this day,
Upon which you’d grace me with your presence.
On such an occasion I would not
Be caught with nothing witty to say.
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