Biography of Luningning Minguez
I'm a returning college student... I am currently studying at Polytechnic University of the Philippines, Open University System. I became a widow at the age of 21, so I had to go back to schooling. Poetry is one of my passions since I was 11 yrs. old. I lost my pieces which are usually written at the back of my notebooks. Since I found this site I decided to pile them together here. I write only when I have very big emotions that tries to blow up my heart. So I put it on the paper... and eventually everything seemed to be doing well.
Luningning Minguez Poems
What is love if love is not around? If love does not sing 'I love you' anymore Or play no music at all?
I am a child Who open my eyes And get what I see Who move my hips
Flame On Waters
What sense that she is present? These are grasses that she has grieve at There they’ve gone and smart they stood Has Emerald drunk those flowing rivers that came from her swollen lids?
Forget The Pain
I see how my hands were bruised I stepped and felt my feet calloused, Bend these knees to ease the pain Release me now unlock the chain.
Our Own Paradise
They say it was a place Of colorful butterflies floating around virgin waterfalls... It is not!
The Landing There’s that daisy facing the sun With two little morning daisies right
I keep this pillow as to keep your smiles I keep this pillow as to keep your tears that have dried
Me And His Guitar
I am his guitar I brought him music He tuned me up Followed whatever
Portrait Of Tommorow
When the rains stopped falling with the Eastern Winds, When the moons are visibly spiral and good as new, And darkness is enlightened with the stars of Andromeda… It was yesterday’s next morning when tears are few.
“Gusto ko lang naman magrelax, eh! , ” Another one is, “Nangangalay na ko.., ” carrying our baby. “Para kong nilalagnat.., ”
Life After Death
Twenty nine moons… here, she slept with smiles… And the pillows just smile with her, Same as the cloth
Life After Death
Twenty nine moons…
here, she slept with smiles…
And the pillows just smile with her,
Same as the cloth
that used to cover those
two pairs of knees…
used to bring her warmth.
….. they never do now! ! !