Obed dela Cruz
Obed dela Cruz (October 18,1995 / Marikina City)
Biography of Obed dela Cruz
Obed dela Cruz Poems
A Friend Forever, Jesus Christ
Though I am down and bear a frown Because words of sword are always painful And rejection is always sorrowful.
After The Storm Was Gone I Now Write Thi...
Such loud thunders of a storm have now passed But all of these things we've surely surpassed; No storm or typhoon can break our strong bones, No wind or force can destroy our firm homes.
I Will Not Need To Cheat
Revised with the help of Mr. Luke Easter: I will not need to cheat on this or any test, Very long hours of study to be by the best,
Is there a spot where the sun lays to rest When brightness escapes into the night sky? Is there a cradle the stars call their nest Where they can leave the sadness that passed by?
Be Restored My Broken Pen
Seasons have passed and I wrote many things. I’ve expressed and narrated my stories. I never wasted my papers and ink. Looking at my pages, you can prove it.
Shining Stars, You Shine
Shining stars, you shine so brightly. Your light is always shiny You are known to the galaxy. You are many but of royalty.
Calm Down My Friend
You are hearing these noises. From your head there are voices. You imagine something despicable. These things do not make you stable.
I Say Goodbye To My Bad Self
Now, it has been a long time Since we’re together in a rhyme Thinking of how we will use this lime Because together, we are one mime.
Glory Must Be Seen Again
When courts and debates were all ruled by true justice The people abused it and there came injustice. When all laws were used to defend the innocent The rich abused it and they made the truth absent.
I Don'T Want To Be Down Forever
On my feet I will stand With wings spread, I will hover fast And fly high. I don’t want to be a loser, But a winner, so I will soar.
To The People Where Freedom Exists, I Wr...
To the people where freedom exists, I write That you will use more than your strength and your might, In order to have justice and make things right, So that the place you dwell be pleasant in sight.
Delicacy Of Life
I found myself enjoying wormwood’s bitterness Thinking that it is the sweetest life can give me. For too long I partook the bread of dire falseness Knowing falsely that I ate life’s delicacy.
A Dialogue Between An Army And Some Youn...
(There was an army which was composed of grown-ups (both men and women) . It was an army that was skillful in using swords, spears, bows, and arrows; it was an army where all members knew how to use their armors. They had enough knowledge on how to have combat with an enemy; they fit physically. Now, this army engaged in a battle wherein their skills and armors they found that those were not enough. They were shocked because this battle where they engaged in never happened before. They could not make a strike, their arrows are not enough and their shields cannot shield them any longer… all that they know and have is not enough to win.
Childhood Remains Within
The younger years may fade but childhood remains within Like a constant trace which can never be erased by time. Always bound to a paradise that is evergreen Where all poets never lose any enchanting rhyme.
The Sound I Bring
The sound I bring
Is more than a feeling.
It’s like a trumpet.
It’s like a rocket.
It can shake
And make an earthquake.
I don’t care about it
As long as it can save me from the pit.