Often in the past I reveledIn the merriment of peopleIn a world filled with colorsBuzzing with cheers, laughter, chattersAnd I feared only what I could or might seeAround me, not too far ahead of meTill the year, the decade, as we know itBade farewell and the new is ushered inNow I dread the unseen, invisible…… Continue reading Unseen
On seeing… a bite-sized poem.
I am a passionate woman. I am passionate about womanhood. Womankind. I am not a feminist but I cheer women on. I support my sisters. It doesn’t mean that I do not get angry with women who are not good for the sisterhood. Today is National Women’s Day in South Africa. It commemorates the 1956…… Continue reading Woman
What’s the matter with them? They want not any rhyming poem. These poets of present time, Don’t they know how to rhyme? Whatever then! © 2019 Anna Jailene Aguilar # P.S. I’m just having fun with this super short post. Peace!
A hollow vessel… Remained… Honest, he was not.
You want to know me, Who I am, Under this luminescent skin. # It depends… I am not The same me; I may vary Every day. # Some days… I fear You would Catch a glimpse Of the repressed And pained Anger Behind the pseudo glimmer Of the turned up Corners of my mouth. ©…… Continue reading Some days
Frigid, callous heart Sharp poisonous thorns planted Cackling, eye glinted The wicked nearly prevailed Relieved ‘tis but a bad dream © Anna Jailene Aguilar Source: Nightmare