Biography of Danzen D...
Hmm...I love to learn, I love to read, and I love to write, especially poems, hehe. I love making poems among other stuff because it's given me an opportunity to express what I feel the way I really feel it. I love reading other people's poems too...cause..the truth is, it's where I learned how to make my own, and where my interest sprang up. And I continue to read because somehow...no matter how tiny, I still discover bits of pearly and finely-woven truths that teach me the important things that we usually ignore.
So I'd like to thank all those poets there, even if I hadn't read your poems yet, for teaching me how to write with freedom, and to see the things unseen.
Danzen D...'s Works:
Danzen D... Poems
A Dance With You
It's been long since we said hello Been long since I confessed You never fail to captivate me With eyes that're always the best
On How To Judge A Poem
Poems are made by poets As pet lovers adopt pets And just like pets, these poems are judged From sad as death to sweet like fudge
Smile Of Hope
My life was a routine, and sadly always be No one understands me, I am out of glee I go to a slide, hoping for a change I fall down so gently, with some hair out of range
This 'Family' So They Call
Born as a child, we've come to know This 'family' so they call With whom we'll spend majority of life It's a 'yes ‘ mandatory state
I Saw, I Heard
I saw her smile, sweet, dizzying drug it was.
Do You Know How You Make Me Feel?
Do you know how you make me feel? Whenever you're near, you make me reel! Whenever you're near, I feel more real! Do you know how you make me feel? !
A Young Farewell
Those endless eyes I daily see Those pretty eyes that set me free, From bondage that, from darkness's blight, That opened mine and gave me sight
A Walk Alone
As I walked down, the road one day.. A long path stretched, along my way.. Barren, empty, wasteland, dead.. A chance to dwell, on my mind's stead
A Quick Distraction
Alone, I watched my pen scratching words,
How I Read A Poem
Everytime I read a poem I read it lots of times As much as it would take for me To see it very clearly
I Watched A Tree
I watched a tree since it was young A happy habit it was I planted it and watered it And it told me some tales of time
A Dream In The Woods
Once, everyday, I stroll into the woods Adoring the trees and the shade they give Listening to the soft, sweet chirp of birds Swimming happily in the clear, clean lakes
My Cute, Little Hope
Late at noon, that I watch now Sunset's beauty glow That I reminisce, things of past The times of bliss and joy
A Knocking Visitor
A Knocking Visitor Time ago while I was napping Dozing, weakly, I was sleeping
How I Read A Poem
Everytime I read a poem
I read it lots of times
As much as it would take for me
To see it very clearly
I read it in a voice not mine
But by the poem's own
Sometimes the wind or of victory
Sometimes of death and the sea