Warren Augustus de Guzman

Rookie (April 2,1982 / Riyadh K.S.A)

Warren Augustus de Guzman Poems

1. How Sad 5/27/2005
2. A Weekend At The Beach 4/20/2005
3. Alcohol 3/8/2005
4. Birthday Cake 9/9/2005
5. Fallen On Deaf Ears 9/9/2005
6. Melpomene 12/17/2005
7. Hide And Seek 1/22/2006
8. Flying 1/22/2006
9. Oranges And Freshly Made Up Beds 1/26/2006
10. Wondering 2/21/2006
11. Flow 3/3/2006
12. Mention 3/3/2006
13. In A Dream Where I Get To Lay My Head In Her Lap 3/3/2006
14. Shiver 8/15/2006
15. Why 8/15/2006
16. White Sunrise 1/29/2006
17. Blue Conversations 1/29/2006
18. Really 2/2/2006
19. For Her 2/6/2006
20. Loneliness 8/27/2005
21. Throngs Of Depressing Music 8/27/2005
22. Am I 9/1/2005
23. The Loneliest Night Of The Year 6/5/2005
24. Fling 3/8/2005
25. Soundtrack For The Long Ride 3/8/2005
26. The View From Here 3/8/2005
27. One Night 3/27/2005
28. Bees 3/28/2005
29. Fantasy 4/3/2005
30. Cycle 4/20/2005
31. Thoughts On Senses 4/20/2005
32. One Day Away From You 1/3/2005
33. Change 2/7/2005
34. Walking 11/26/2005
35. Mom 4/4/2005
36. Ranting Richard At The Keyboard 4/20/2005
37. The Whispering In My Head 4/20/2005
38. I Can'T Take My Eyes Off Of You 5/30/2005
39. Any Place But Those I Know By Heart 5/30/2005
40. Binary 5/30/2005

Comments about Warren Augustus de Guzman

  • chelle santos (8/1/2005 1:29:00 PM)

    someone's been really busy writing lately: D

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Best Poem of Warren Augustus de Guzman

Morning

It was only a kiss.
It was only a kiss
I woke up to this morning.
It was only a kiss.
I kissed her lips last evening.
It was only a kiss.
It started all with a kiss.
Who would have thought I'd be missed.

It was only a kiss.
It was only a kiss.
I kissed her late last evening.
It was only a kiss.
But today I'll be leaving.
It was only a kiss.
Who would have thought I'd be missed.
It started all with one kiss.

It was only a kiss
It was only a kiss
I kissed her right before morning,
It was only a kiss.
But today I’ll be ...

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A Weekend At The Beach

A never-ending
blue horizon
meets my
weary eye
waves of pastel
crash over
the sand scrubbed
shores of my skin
cool foam
white & bubbly
wash over my sun bleached skin
an eternity of perfection
and ambience enclosed
in that last minute
before you pack up
and go.

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