Janine Alyssa Navarro

Rookie (March 21,1991 / Dubai, U.A.E.)

Janine Alyssa Navarro Poems

441. A Deep Cut And Whatnot 1/27/2012
442. Repair Her Heart 1/27/2012
443. You Fell Asleep On The Couch 1/27/2012
444. Luminosity 1/27/2012
445. A Lost Puppy 1/27/2012
446. I Bet 1/27/2012
447. Wrists Ache At Your Magnificence 1/27/2012
448. On Mind, Out Of Life 1/27/2012
449. Radio 1/27/2012
450. Lacerating 1/27/2012
451. False Cake Piece 1/27/2012
452. From These Ashes, I Love You 1/27/2012
453. Wishful Thinking 1/27/2012
454. Lost, Loved To Lust 1/27/2012
455. Don'T Let Me 1/27/2012
456. Mood 1/27/2012
457. The Little Cuckoo Clock 1/27/2012
458. Pastel Blue Clouds 1/27/2012
459. Here And Now 1/27/2012
460. Lingering Shards 1/27/2012
461. Tonight, I Lost You To Liquor 1/27/2012
462. Noose 1/27/2012
463. Rockets Fall 1/27/2012
464. Traces Of Colour 1/27/2012
465. One 1/27/2012
466. To Break You Inside Me 1/27/2012
467. She 1/27/2012
468. Time, Where's Your Neck? 1/27/2012
469. O2 1/27/2012
470. 'Little Water' 1/27/2012
471. When Stolen 1/27/2012
472. Peacock Rainbow 1/27/2012
473. Further, Lesser I Am 1/27/2012
474. See, It's Like This 1/27/2012
475. A Long, Long Way 1/27/2012
476. Bars 1/27/2012
477. I'M Not Losing My Head 1/27/2012
478. The Plank Is Ready 1/27/2012
479. She Held On Tightly To Her Blankets 1/27/2012
480. Go On 1/27/2012
Best Poem of Janine Alyssa Navarro

Playful Love, Trickle

I felt your playful love trickle down my spine
even if you were not here
the waters between us stir restlessly
they long to break apart this distance, this fury
the sound of the winds are catching up
it wishes to whisk you away to me
hang on to the ticking seconds
until time makes me one with you
fear not, my love, in you I will dissolve
you and I will soon intertwine
when our skins finally touch
until eternity and beyond, we will never part

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Faint Flower

Our love blossomed like that of a shy flower
It took some time for it to bloom
The sun shone brightly yet we didn’t haste
Every minute was as gentle as a blushing seed.

The next days were like living a book
Yet it seemed the end was too far away
We loved the way how clocks were at halt
No measurement interfered; we were besotted.

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