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Compilation of Poems
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HAIKU is a form of poetry, first made popular in Japan, which has become appreciated around the world. Haiku poets are challenged to convey a vivid message in only 17 syllables.  
                                         “DARKNESS”
                                 By: Junley Nazario Dula
                                 Dark and hopeless place
                               Full of problems, sorrowful
                                      And it’s gloomy too.
                                           “BIRD”
                           By: Maricris Cabarubias Juntilla
                                     The bird in the tree
                              Building a nest for her eggs,
                                  Chirping loud and clear
                                                                                  “SUMMER”
                                     By: Archie Contapay
                                   Long brightly hot days
                             Humid air and thunderstorms
                               Sweating through summer
                                     “That’s Fatima”
                                By: Fatima Tagsip Biacolo
                                         Finally! I feel
                                 I am more beautiful now
                                   Than I have ever been
                                           “Dogs”
                           By: Chene Rose Cataag Gara
                                 Dogs are really cute
                          They like to chase their tails
                              They like to play fetch
CINQUAIN is a verse of five lines that do not rhyme. The cinquain poem was created by Adelaide Crapsey.
                                            “Junley”
                            By: Junley Nazario Dula
                                            Person
                                         Noisy, lazy
                            Shouting, cheering, chilling
                       Sometimes felt asleep in classroom
                                            Junley
                                           “ROSE”
                           By: Maricris Cabarubias Juntilla
                                             A rose
                                         Is beautiful
                                   Comes in many color
                              Usually white, yellow or red
                                            Love it.
                                         “Feather”
                         By: Archie Lawagon Contapay
                                           Feather
                                 Purple, unpredictable
                         Wiggling, wobbling, plummeting
                         Wild as an angry bum ble bee
                                          Plume
                                       “Mother”
                           By: Fatima Tagsip Biacolo
                                    Kind, Helpful
                               Caring, Loving, sharing
                        -a special person in my life friend
                                       “My Cat”
                         By: Emmalou Juntilla Lariosa
                                       Is very brave
                                     He is so lovable
                            I lost him one day in the park
                                           Miss you
                                        “Flowers”
                         By: Chene Rose Cataag Gara
                               Colourful, fragrant
                        Swaying, growing, blooming
                            Make me feel happy.
                                    Blossoms
 DIAMOND POEM is written it takes on the shape of a diamond shape
Structure of Diamond Poem 
A diamante poem is made up of 7 lines using a set structure:
Line 1: Beginning subject Line 2: Two describing words about line 1 Line 3: Three doing words about line 1 Line 4: A short phrase about line 1, a short phrase about line 7 Line 5: Three doing words about line 7 Line 6: Two describing words about line 7 Line 7: End subject
                                           “Silent”
                           By: Junley Nazario Dula
                                             Silent
                                      Peaceful, dovish
                            Dumbing, muting, mumming
                              Emotional, communicate
                               Blaring, shouting, ringing
                                      Plangent, raucous
                                                Noisy
                                            “Water”
                         By: Maricris Cabarubias Juntilla
                                           Water
                                        Clear, Life
                             drowning, wetting, blasting
                         Liquid, rain drops, flaming, sun
                             Lazying, Burning, blazing
                                   Heat, destruction
                                             Fire
                                          “Winter”
                   by: Archie Lawagon Contapay
                                   Frosty, bright
                   Skiing, Snow ball, Fighting, sledding
                  Icicles, snowflakes, vacation, family
                  Swimming, sun tanning, sweltering
                                   Hot, sunny
                                     Summer
                                          “Love”
                       By: Emmalou Juntilla Lariosa
                                   Broken, hurt
                 Feeling, laughing, respecting, loving
            Virtue, happiness, strong, attractive, hope
     Protecting, lying, smiling, pleasing, believing, trusting
                         Forgiving, obeying
           Lazy, crying, anger, sadness, crazy, wilding
                    Pain, disappoint, patience, care
                                       Hurt.
                                    “Sister”
                    By: Fatima Tagsip Biacolo
                                Sweet, clever
                         Loving, caring, playing
                    Teacher, maisi, Kenny, toddler
                        Crying, wanting, yelling
                               Curious, funny
                                      Brother
                                     “Smile”
                  By: Chene Rose Cataag Gara
                                      smile
                                 Happy, warm
                     Welcoming, inspiring, soothing
            Curve, lips, expression, emotion, disturbing
                  Deterring, depressing sad, unwelcome
                                     Frown
 SHAKESPEAREAN SONNET Shakespeare's sonnets are written predominantly in a meter called iambic pentameter, a rhyme scheme in which each sonnet line consists of ten syllables. The syllables are divided into five pairs called iambs or iambic feet. An iamb is a metrical unit made up of one unstressed syllable followed by one stressed syllable.
                                   “Greatest Love”
                              By: Junley Nazario Dula
                     In this world full of sin and wickedness
                     Adultery, hatred, envy and greed
                     But lord with your faithful love and Kindness
                     Still you are willing to give what we need
                      Even when everybody will leave us
                     Will make us suffer from pain and betray
                     Lord, You still choose to stay and Comfort us
                     To make us feel we have a company.
                     In times when we neglect and forget you
                     When we lose faith and fails to remember
                     But oh lord with your love so pure and true
                     You still show us that you are our father.
                       Precious lord, how great is your Steadfast love
                      It’s the greatest love we could ever have.
                                                 “Friend”
                              By: Emmalou Juntilla Lariosa
                       Real friend is like a precious flower
                       Or an bird who raise us to our feet
                       A idea, that keeps larger every hours
                       A friendship that never ends bittersweet
                       They’re someone you share all your secrets with
                       They’re someone that you are always close to
                       They’re like your brother, sister you like
                       They real true friends is meaningful to you.
                       To me true friends are never separated
                       Maybe in distance, but never in heart
                       Someone who always being therefor
                       You through ups and down and always be
                       There for you no matter what.
                                           ITALIAN SONNET
                                            “My First Kiss”
                                    By: Junley Nazario Dula
                         Before I was so curious what is kiss?
                         Does it feels sweet, good or tasteful?
                         Yes! I’m still innocent when I was young
                         Many lovers I see hugging, kissing
                         Some is in the corner across the street
                         Now that I’m 17 years old
                         In a relationship with someone else
                         I wish I could have first kiss with my love!
                         God is so good! He let me to have one
                         In that time she hug me see eye to eye!
                         I am so excited to kiss with her
                         I close my eyes to feel the so called kiss
                         Our face is close to each other I think,
                         This is it, her lips touches my own lips
                         I stop cause I hears a voice shouting
                         I open my eyes but it’s only a dream.
                                            “TIME”
                                  By:Emalou Llarioza 
                         In the universe of time
                         Time say time tells
                         Everything is all about time
                         Only time will told
                         Being aware of time
                         It’s more important
                         You will utilize best your time
                         And scape the failures
                         Everybody has got time
                         Just to do everything
                         It being done not how you used your time
                         Trying to get hold of everything
                         Present time it matters how you utilized time
                         Be a new people use best your time
                                       “The Lion’s Bride”
                               By: Chene Rose Cataag Gara
                          I loved her softness, her warm human smell,
                          Her dark mane flowing loose. Sometimes stirred by
                          Rank longing laid my muzzle on her thigh.
                          Her father, faithful keeper, fed me well,
                          But she came daily with our special bowl
                          Barefoot into my cage, and set it down:
                          Our love feast. We became the talk town,
                          Brute king and tender woman, soul to soul.
                           Until today: an icy specture sheathed
                          In silk to my side on my side on pointed feet.
                          I ripped the scented veil from its unreal
                          Head and engorged the painted lips that breathed
                          Our secret names. A ghost has bones, and meat!
                          Come soon my love, my bride, and share this meal. 
 FREE VERSE is a literary device that can be defined as poetry that is free from limitations of regular meteror rhythm and does not rhyme with fixed forms. Such poems are without rhythms and rhyme schemes; do not follow regular rhyme scheme rules and still provide artistic expression. In this way, the poet can give his own shape to a poem how he/she desires. However, it still allows poets to use alliteration, rhyme, cadences or rhythms to get the effects that they consider are suitable for the piece.
                                      “My Hobby Selfie!”
                                By: Junley Nazario Dula
                           One word six letters
                           Viral anytime, anywhere
                           One shot isn’t enough!
                           One, two, three, four, five why not?
                           Until such it caused death
                           Others abused, they take even in harm place
                           Selfie then became strictly prohibited
                           But still love doing it.
                           Even me became addicted
                           Capturing myself more than an hour every minute
                           Not to became famous when I post it
                           It is too short, it may be the last time to capture myself.
                           Selfie relieves my stress and even loneliness
                           Crazy? Addict? Feeler? Whatever they think
                           Judge me all the way
                           You’re just insecure! My hobby selfie.
                                             “Mouse”
                           By: Maricris Cabarubias Juntilla
                         A woman that was afraid of a mouse,
                         Once heard a mouse in his house,
                         Screaming throughout here house,
                         And run away from the house.
                          Quickly she got a broom,
                         And climb up into a table.
                         Trying to drive away the mouse,
                         Swinging the broom left and right,
                         Without hesitation things will break.
                         Making the mouse run away,
                         Leaving the house messy and untidy.
                                         “Technology”
                           By: Emmalou Juntilla Lariosa
                         If I write this feeling on a computer
                         It would be technology
                         Everything is digital
                         People invented new things
                         I like the way the world is now.
                                          “Spring”
                          By: Chene Rose Cataag Gara
                         Spring is the time
                         When flowers bloom.
                         When the busy bees buzz. 
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