Melanie Agua

Rookie (1980 / Philippines)

Melanie Agua Poems

1. Abandoned 9/8/2006
2. Unsatisfied 9/16/2006
3. Starved 9/16/2006
4. My Big Supporter 9/16/2006
5. Like A Fish On My Hand 9/16/2006
6. Projection 10/10/2006
7. Graveyard Boy 10/10/2006
8. Return Ticket 10/10/2006
9. Three Feet 10/10/2006
10. Some Words 10/13/2006
11. Nobody 10/14/2006
12. Avenger's Loyalty 10/14/2006
13. Juggler 10/20/2006
14. Such Little Hands 9/16/2006
15. One Typical Day 9/16/2006
16. Sands 9/16/2006
17. I Remorse The Try 9/17/2006
18. Keep On, Break Me 9/18/2006
19. I Want To Belong 9/18/2006
20. Consent 9/20/2006
21. Sivananda Yoga 9/17/2006
22. My Mind Is A Museum 9/17/2006
23. His Hunting 9/23/2006
24. Prelude 9/23/2006
25. Mirrors Underneath 9/23/2006
26. Definitions Of Life 9/23/2006
27. Stories Not Spoken 9/23/2006
28. This Boss 9/23/2006
29. Definitions Of Pain 9/25/2006
30. Horizons 10/3/2006
31. Sing 10/3/2006
32. For The Asking 10/7/2006
33. Whenever You Say You'Re Leaving 10/8/2006
34. Temptress 10/8/2006
35. Pedia Ward Bed#2 10/29/2006
36. The Gullible 1/29/2007
37. Grudges That Don'T Die 1/29/2007
38. Watcher 2/3/2007
39. Sigh 2/3/2007
40. Fetched 2/3/2007

Comments about Melanie Agua

  • Angela Barker (9/13/2007 11:44:00 AM)

    Soft and subtle, strong and fierce -her poetry leads me in delightful circles, leaving me dizzy, drunk and sated.

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  • Goldy Locks (11/5/2006 5:35:00 PM)

    I only dance with women with visions, and Melanie Agua - aquacious female poet - has one.
    keep raising the bar. thump the divide. your saucy subdued wit is not going unnoticed. sjg x

Best Poem of Melanie Agua

I Wait

Like an obedient child,
I wait. I wait.
Tomorrow, will you?
At a friend's party.

I despise dreaming
because they're lies;
sweet hearts' tales
gone by breakfast.

Perhaps i should be
satisfied with gazes;
for your lips are frozen,
stitched and dead.

Read the full of I Wait

Let It Be Known

let it be known to Sorrow
that I've reopened to smile -
Inspite of its ritual calling,
that I dwell and share his cries.

emancipated by fleeting time
that eventually quitted pounding;
for inspite of the agony that
doesn't sleep, I never die.

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