Glorious yellow,
the sky lit with affection -
new hope every day.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ March 14, 2012
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Showing posts with label hope poems. Show all posts
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Morning Chills
No wicked weather or cold air, not a clue,
for the world baths in rays of warmth.
The heaven, a peaceful hue of white and blue,
as beautiful songs fill the earth.
No ghastly someone to hold, or break us down.
The spirits of men have gone kind,
for only love remains, hauteur has been blown,
enclosed in a brotherhood’s bind.
No ill fortune, black cats or wretched curses,
for wizards and witches have left.
Our destiny lays safe from any forces,
yet, our choices exposed for theft.
Freezing or warm morning has been made perfect,
each dawn, a fresh and flawless start.
Ugly trials of yesterday, morning wreck,
hence, frost is only in the heart.
© Phoenix Montoya @ October 11, 2011
'Imagining the bright side of things.'
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Saturday, July 16, 2011
Sweet July
Today I mark this day,
should I go or should I stay?
Everything has gone wrong,
not his fault or my doing.
Boldness has gone astray,
should I go or should I stay?
To see dearest things fall,
thus, embrace a vacant hall.
Struggling to find my way,
should I go or should I stay?
My dilemma, my pain -
can there be something to gain?
Such scorn of my July,
no way to go but to stay.
I chew on a candy,
as I pray for things my way.
Everything has gone wrong,
not his fault or my doing.
Boldness has gone astray,
should I go or should I stay?
To see dearest things fall,
thus, embrace a vacant hall.
Struggling to find my way,
should I go or should I stay?
My dilemma, my pain -
can there be something to gain?
Such scorn of my July,
no way to go but to stay.
I chew on a candy,
as I pray for things my way.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ July 14, 2011
'As we find ways to go through life inconveniences.'
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
No Boundaries
Flowers bloom then wither,
autumn gives way to winter.
Sunny day to rainy day,
dawn ending to dusk.
Life span for the living,
a limit for everything.
The sky has its border,
ocean and seas have floors.
Mere human as you are-
delicate and fragile.
Your strength put to test,
patience comes to end.
Yet tomorrow, you try again,
perseverance is the game.
No limits for trying,
your hopes undying.
autumn gives way to winter.
Sunny day to rainy day,
dawn ending to dusk.
Life span for the living,
a limit for everything.
The sky has its border,
ocean and seas have floors.
Mere human as you are-
delicate and fragile.
Your strength put to test,
patience comes to end.
Yet tomorrow, you try again,
perseverance is the game.
No limits for trying,
your hopes undying.
by MMV Abad
'My favorite of hers.'
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Alab
Damhin mo ang aking puso,
nagpupuyos, lumalaban .
Hindi magpapagupo,
maging sa kabuktutan .
Nasa akin ang biyaya,
ang karunungan ng Diyos.
Lahat ay makakaya,
kahit ‘yong pagpupuyos.
Mapangwasak na persona,
opinyong mistulang lasing.
Hindi masasawata,
nawa’y diwa’y magising.
Patuloy na mag-aalab,
ang apoy sa aking puso.
Dila mo’y di tatalab,
budhi mo’y mapapaso.
©Phoenix Montoya @ June 29, 2011
I Was A Bird
Gentle rays of the morning,
beautiful promise of dawn.
As the land lays unmoving,
I spread my wings against the sun.
The clearest blue horizon,
serene, magnificent heavens.
A gay feeling of freedom,
I soar towards the open seas.
The world has lost its splendor,
barren lands… poisonous waters.
With the rise of new cities,
doom befalls the earthly creatures.
Sadness betrays my proud heart.
My hunger and my great losses,
heavy trials for my strength.
Still, I soar with the highest hopes.
One day, I shall have my home,
to dwell with mg daughters once more.
For now, I have my haven,
in the glorious sky above.
Alas, pain rips trough my chest,
blood gushes from my tiny heart.
Shot by hunters from the earth,
I plunge into the deepest sea.
A victim of man’s madness,
I am the last of my kind.
This is my tale of sadness,
my wasted life as an eagle.
beautiful promise of dawn.
As the land lays unmoving,
I spread my wings against the sun.
The clearest blue horizon,
serene, magnificent heavens.
A gay feeling of freedom,
I soar towards the open seas.
The world has lost its splendor,
barren lands… poisonous waters.
With the rise of new cities,
doom befalls the earthly creatures.
Sadness betrays my proud heart.
My hunger and my great losses,
heavy trials for my strength.
Still, I soar with the highest hopes.
One day, I shall have my home,
to dwell with mg daughters once more.
For now, I have my haven,
in the glorious sky above.
Alas, pain rips trough my chest,
blood gushes from my tiny heart.
Shot by hunters from the earth,
I plunge into the deepest sea.
A victim of man’s madness,
I am the last of my kind.
This is my tale of sadness,
my wasted life as an eagle.
By MMV Abad @ August 21, 2010
'I have sent Oscar free. Remembering this very night and hoping that he lives a longer and more beautiful life. And so, I pray. Thanks for the memory.'
Passion
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Feel my spirit,
obsessive and fiery.
It’s unrestrained,
even with your cruelty.
I have been blessed,
God inhabits within me.
Shan’t be conquered,
your attack will be futile.
Eternally,
my fire will ceaselessly burn.
Tongues won’t be vile,
for I stay deaf with passion.
©Phoenix Montoya @ June 29, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Trial and Error
So you’ve tried and failed?
How you have cried,
and cursed that evil day.
‘Never again,’ you say.
To wreck your splendid brains,
and tire your eager hands.
You hope and you dream,
just to break again.
So you’ve tried and failed?
‘Such waste!’ you wail.
Your never ending pain,
mistakes you are making.
Errors and more errors!
Deafening to the ears!
How much more to bear?
Ugly thoughts to take.
So you’ve tried and failed?
How you’ve turned numb?
To think it’s a failure.
To think it’s a joke.
Every bit of mistakes,
we tend to learn, we gain.
Eyes begin to see
Life’s only a game.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ April 23, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Courageous March
For a moment, the end,
proudly you have conquered.
Fruit of your toil, you earned,
wounds will finally mend.
Still, road covers afar-
A smoother start,
bumpy sections.
Beyond more, a question.
Thus, never will it end,
as the spirit’s fire burn-
Far more way to extend,
much more from life to learn.
As a chapter closes,
hopes, we won’t lose.
Forward we go,
for a new tomorrow.
© Phoenix Montoya @ March 28, 2011
'Onward we go.'
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Sunday, January 16, 2011
Sonnet 002
Can there be anything as beautiful,
as your young face, tender with innocence?
For I have been made to care for your soul,
to nurture and love you with no pretense.
And can there be anything as hopeful,
as your sweet smile, bright as the morning sky?
For I shall conquer, your joy is my goal,
forever my courage, until I die.
There cannot be anything as precious-
no gold, no fame or wisdom of this world.
You are someone unique – the future’s voice,
a new link as everyone becomes old.
Can there be anything greater than life?
If there is more, everything is a lie.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ January 13, 2011
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Thursday, July 22, 2010
Maybe Tomorrow Not today
As a child you desired a toy.
But mom said no,
too expensive, we can’t afford.
How you have prayed,
Maybe tomorrow not today,
one day you’ll have your joy.
~
You gave your soul to a lady.
And she said no,
you’re not her type, find another.
Still you have hoped,
maybe tomorrow not today,
her heart will find your love.
~
You hold on to that ambition.
and yet a no,
not enough toil, far way to go.
So now you ask,
maybe tomorrow not today,
will you claim what is yours?
~
Look up at the heavens above,
pure and sincere.
God’s love – kind, understanding, just.
Take heart my friend,
Maybe tomorrow not today,
soon you will have your way.
Copyright by Phoenix Montoya 7/22/10
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Friday, July 2, 2010
Light Bearer
She is no goddess,
not even a beauty.
Just a plain old lady,
yet see her face.
How her sweet smile,
enlightens someone’s heart.
He is no scholar,
not even a wise one.
An ordinary man,
yet he listens.
How his kind ears,
saves someone from peril.
They are no angels,
not ethereal beings.
See their feet on the ground,
yet, light bearers-
stars of the lost,
sanctuaries of the sad.
Not a mere mortal,
you are something divine.
Let your light touch their souls,
heed their soft cries,
open your heart.
You are a light bearer.
Copyright by Phoenix Montoya 7/2/10
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Sunday, June 20, 2010
Daybreak
He is an earthly warrior,
strong and bold within his soul.
Yet still a mere mortal,
his body suffers pain.
His battle has not ended,
much blood lost, but pride remains.
More trials still at hand,
sacrifices to face.
Courage will not desert him.
The cold may gnaw him tonight.
Wounds may ceaselessly bleed.
Then all will come to pass.
As dawn touches his sorrow,
night will soon come to an end.
He’ll rise again for war,
for his scars will soon mend.
Copyright by Phoenix Montoya (6/20/10)
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Broken by MMV Abad
Yet still a mere mortal,
his body suffers pain.
His battle has not ended,
much blood lost, but pride remains.
More trials still at hand,
sacrifices to face.
Courage will not desert him.
The cold may gnaw him tonight.
Wounds may ceaselessly bleed.
Then all will come to pass.
As dawn touches his sorrow,
night will soon come to an end.
He’ll rise again for war,
for his scars will soon mend.
Copyright by Phoenix Montoya (6/20/10)
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Old Couple's Chat by Papaleng
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