Noel Tupan

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Noel Tupan Poems

1. Trust Me 2/21/2015
2. I Stand Alone 2/22/2015
3. End Of A Story 2/28/2015
4. Gentle Wind 2/28/2015
5. No Other Time 2/28/2015
6. Starting The Day 2/28/2015
7. Asking The Times 2/28/2015
8. Happiness And Deeds 2/28/2015
9. Chasing The Time 2/28/2015
10. Wishful Thinking 2/28/2015
11. Ten Years 2/28/2015
12. Song Of A Dying Love 2/28/2015
13. Life Is A Movie 2/28/2015
14. Once We Were A Child 2/28/2015
15. If I Could Write More 2/28/2015
16. Poverty 2/28/2015
17. Missing Yesterday 2/28/2015
18. Around The World 2/28/2015
19. History 2/28/2015
20. The Role 2/28/2015
21. Child's Existence 2/28/2015
22. Muffled 2/28/2015
23. Gambling 2/28/2015
24. Christmas, Giving And Changing 2/28/2015
25. Leave It To God 2/28/2015
26. Munificent Love 2/28/2015
27. Life On A Rocking Chair 2/28/2015
28. Stay Beside Me 2/28/2015
29. Blurred Existence 2/28/2015
30. The Last Dance Of The Sparrows 2/28/2015
31. Love Endures 2/28/2015
32. Life's Nemesis 2/28/2015
33. If Tomorrow Comes 2/28/2015
34. A Strong Heart 2/28/2015
35. Be My Wife 2/28/2015
36. Election Fever 2/28/2015
37. Hazing... (Brotherhood) 2/28/2015
38. Will Remain A Dream 2/28/2015
39. Colors In The Dark 2/28/2015
40. Twilight At The Seashore 2/28/2015
Best Poem of Noel Tupan

When We Grow Old

I always ponder,
about the coming years,
and our life ahead.
Would you still be the same,
like the way you used to be?
Would you still hold my hand,
when we cross the street?
Would you still touch my hair,
even when it becomes grey or it’s all gone?

Sometimes my heart fears,
that tomorrow you might forget,
the things we used to do,
for old age might take away,
and ruin your memory.

But I also have fears,
that it’s me who would forget,
everything we used to do,
Or I may not be able to carry out,
because of physical ...

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The Tranquil Sea

Leisurely passing below the horizon,
The sun kisses the tranquil sea.
That from which a backdrop,
Of a reddish-yellow sky I see.
A cruise ship comes near to the harbor.
Filthy children beg in the street.
I hear the shout of a street vendor.
Then, a commotion of individuals,
Whipping an alleged unlawful man.

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