Our Celestial Love
You are the one who reigns,
In my soul, heart, and mind.
My mind is occupied in your thoughts.
Our eyes speak to each other, silently.
This is our Celestial Love.
Tama na,Pagod na ako.
Tama na, pagod na ako is a tagalog poem written by Jelyn V. Chavez and shared with The Ugly Writers for the month of November. “Tama Na,Pagod Na Ako” Dati, ang saya natin. Di mapapawi ang ngiti sa akingโฆ
Far Away
If you see me on my knees,
Will I still feel your kiss?
I wish you're only a call away
Maybe not today but someday
Looking Down On Me
Maybe the moon is looking down at me
Convincing to be radiant as I can be
Asking me to never take a rest
And keep on doing my best
Love Can Wait
๐ณ๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ ๐๐บ ๐ป๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ป๐๐ ๐๐บ ๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐
๐บ ๐๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐บ๐๐๐?? ๐ธ๐๐ ๐ป๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐ ๐๐บ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐? ๐ธ๐๐๐ ๐๐ป๐บ ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐พ ๐๐ฅ๐๐๐ก๐๐ญ๐ข๐ก๐..
๐ก๐บ๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐บ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐? ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐บ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐บ๐๐บ๐ฝ๐บ๐
๐..๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐บ๐๐๐, ๐บ๐๐ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ต๐ค ๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐บ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฝ๐
๐พ๐ ๐๐บ ๐๐บ๐
๐๐
๐๐๐ ๐บ๐๐บ๐ฝ ๐บ๐ ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐๐บ๐๐๐๐บ๐ป๐บ๐๐๐บ๐.
Raindrops
Raindrops is a poem written by John Marc Cruz and shared with The Ugly Writers under the theme Terrible Ideas for the month of July. Raindrops Stuck, In the middle road. Skyโs discharging its emotion. And maybe Iโฆ
It’s Just A Game
Ferris Alizer was a closet geek. At work he seems proper and professional, just a usual adult doing his job well but whenever he went home after a long day, his only escape from the stressful society was playing games.
Our Hearts
Our Hearts is a poem written and shared by John Krux to The Ugly Writers under the theme After The Storm for the month of June. Our Hearts And now, after countless memories, heartbreaks, and tears, the onlyโฆ
Trading A Soul
Home is in your arms.
And warmth is in your laughs
Right where peace lost its charms.
And logic laid down its arms.
Missed
Missed is an essay written and shared by Mira Dizon to The Ugly Writers under the theme Love for the month of May. Missed Saying the word “I miss you” isn’t a sufficient thing. I would like toโฆ
Tissues and Crookedness
This is just a daydream.
Can you pick your phone back once more?
Dial my number for the first time in nine years.
Say your hello again and I'll say mine sweeter.
My Journey As A Writer
This was the time when writing
escalated through my heartย
and I escaped from the darkness.
I turned into a nomad from then,
I swam the ocean of quotes,
traveled from the countries of versesย
to the valleys of poems and then
found myself in a boat crossingย
the river of gullible metaphors.