Alexzandria Samonte

Alexzandria Samonte Poems

Feathers floating in the air
came out of nowhere
glitters sparkling in my arms and my face
couldn't find the trace
...

Five years.
All the tears that I have cried
I've left it all behind
You pushed me away so hard
...

I want to wake up with you one day
with a ring on your finger.
With you, my search is over
and my chapter begins with you.
...

You are teasing me with your smell
Your neck, your hair...
You look at me with a passionate flare
That sweet innocence that matches up with a devil's glare
...

Alexzandria Samonte Biography

Been writing poetry since I was 14. Though, I had the chance to compose rigid poetries at 23. I have one self-published book 'Of Raisins and Lovers' for which a revised edition is already underway, I rushed publishing this right after my mother died. I dedicated that book to her but now, after 11 years I decided to rewrite and edit the poetries that I have written there. I've had creative and writer's block for years, right after my mother died and been through a hellish relationship with a narcissist-- the healing part took a large part of my membrane and took me years to get back at my own feet again. Join me in my new journey of finding my way back to the yellow brick again and clicking my shoes.)

The Best Poem Of Alexzandria Samonte

An Ode To The Past

Feathers floating in the air
came out of nowhere
glitters sparkling in my arms and my face
couldn't find the trace
your name everywhere

I wish you were here by my side
embracing your soul too hard
holding on to what might have been
where have you been?

I can see you everywhere
I love you in revere
the obscurity of your absent caricature
filling in the empty space in between

You keep on pushing me away
just like a storm to a sunny day
wanting to go away
But I am here my love,
my strength comes from my heart

You keep on opening up doors
to those who wanted to stay
testing who will fray
when they have a taste of your wickedness

But I am different
I am irrelevant to your storm
coz I carry your sun in my home
I give you my hand
despite your volcanic flare

But I run out of air
I am now gasping for hope
looking in despair
I am in dust and particles
holding down your face

Last minute of my breath
I'm ready to say goodbye
I have no regrets
I am rooted in your past
I love you and will always do.

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