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58 anonymous poems, newest first. Every poem is free to read and published without a byline.

  • Geometry

    You are the exception to parallel lines, An impossible curve to the plane. I am not here to solve you, I am here to get lost in your dimensions.

  • Arrozcaldojuan

    Hayaang maging alikabok ang mga salitang namamagitan sa atin habang hinihintay ko ang dahan-dahang pagbukas ng iyong mundo. Hindi kailangang magmadali ng mga bituin sa pagkinang…

    Nasagi ng ebike di namatay, immortal

  • Kamay sa Bakal, Mata sa Dilim

    Hindi lang usok ang ibinubuga ng tambutso sa gabing ito; Ito ang huling hininga ng pangarap na nalunod sa krudo. Habang lumuluwag ang sakal ng trapiko sa malawak na kalsada, Saka…

  • Silver Sliver Lune

    Sharp and fine curvature Through my eyes, tenure A nocturne, on noir night A silver sliver on my sight Alicia, my beloved You, my Lune, kept fading Your radiance kept shrinking…

    Moon

  • Midnight Conversations

    It’s been a while since I last stared at the moon, Tracing the silver light that spills across the floor. The world got loud, and I retreated to this room, Locking out the chaos…

    Cough is back, mosquito

  • Tell a stranger about your day

    To the one who does not know my name: My hours are currently a cracked earth, a garden where the plants have gone stiff and the clouds are only passing rumors. I wake to a sun…

  • ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ ⁠ᴥ⁠•̥⁠`⁠ʔ

    It is a heavy, quiet tragedy to watch you hold those scissors and mourn the cut as it happens. I know the bluntness is killing you, too— that you are not a cold architect of this…

    Boiled lagundi leaves, gingerbon

  • you're hurting. and i'm sorry.

    I do not step with my right foot inside a line And my left on the other side. No, I won’t do that half-heartedly. The line was there for a reason, And I wouldn’t stay there…

    Lagundi tablet 3x a day 7 days, one ceterizine at night isang banig, salabat

  • Terminal Logic

    There is a hollow space where the "almost" used to live. You have turned our gravity into a vacuum, believing that if you cannot breathe here, no one should. I am standing on the…

  • Aftermorrow

    The drizzle has thinned to a whisper. Steam curls off the blacktop like ghosts. Every jeepney that passes leaves a hiss, a wet slap of rubber on water. Minibus brakes…

  • Silt surge

    I stand where the map says it is dry, my foot pressing into the dust of the road, yet I am reaching for the surface of a sky that has turned to brine. The world moves in a…

  • A Letter That Smelt of Mold

    I can’t quite make sense how sometimes One can be a poet And not know how to read between the lines. Sorry for not reading your letters sooner— I was busy crocheting sunflowers…

  • paper pulse

    I am building a body out of ink because the one I was born with is failing. I have learned that bone is brittle and breath is a loan, but a stanza, a stanza is a fortress that…

  • cold dirt: paper sun

    I have spent a thousand pages tracing the architecture of your shadow, carving your name into the margins until the paper bleeds. I can paint your eyes with adjectives that make…

  • paruparo

    Stomach felt funny— I'm sure it was the plane ride, Not the butterflies.

  • A letter, Nastenka

    My beloved Nastenka, This will be my last letter How are you? I hope better Belated Merry Christmas dear, And advance Happy New Year Me? I felt warm this winter A fair lady gave…

  • METAMORPHOSIS: The Migration of Silence

    It started as a nervous hum, a soft riot beneath my ribs— the kind of light-winged chaos that promised a sky. But they grew heavy on the climb, dragging their velvet legs across…

  • A silhouette that never was

    The chair by the wall stays cool. No one pressed their weight into it. Still, it waits the way skin waits for a hand. A light hums in the other room. Left on past its use. Morning…

  • Six feet of rope and a wobbly chair

    The rope is rough against my skin, the end will begin. Six feet of twisted thread, hanging above my head. It looks strong enough to hold, before I get cold. The chair is shaky and…

  • A letter, Nastenka

    Nastenka, my dear Will you hear me? Today's winter is a bit colder And the sweater— The one you gave that December Can no longer give warmth To my frozen blood To my chilling…

  • Ulap sa lupa

    Lumilipad ako na nakasayad ang mga paa— parang alon na gustong sumulong pero takot sa dalampasiga. May hangin kang hindi ko maipinta, dumikit sa balat ko na parang dasal ng…

  • Astronomy

    You were high enough— High enough to reach for the skies, To grab the clouds and make little pillows out of them, To pluck the stars and tuck them in your bouquet, To catch the…

  • Yellow

    She’s the light that slips through cracks in trees, a quiet yellow warmth I catch in passing, something soft I don’t dare touch, only long for from across the room. She’s the…

  • a memory dressed as the present

    The skewer burned in my hand, but it was your laugh that stung— rising like smoke, curling into the hollow I thought was healed. The coffee was cold in my grip, and in that chill…

  • 20:25

    i only have a minute before the clock strikes 20:26 i'll spend 23 seconds staring at you— just basking in the warmth of your face, and the soft glow in your eyes. i shall sigh in…

  • letters to:

    i search for you in meager spaces, in between my finger laces wherever i go, wish ye are with me in the sea, my home or under a fig-tree ye are the fig i wouldn’t doubt choose ye…

  • glitch

    / feed refreshes / your smile → static, pixels tearing. i almost hit send but it just— sits. heavy. unsent. rotting in drafts like bones in the wrong grave. your eyes = neon signs…

  • if five words are all i have

    If there comes a time when My mouth can't do its job, My words get tangled in a single breath, Or my tongue stumbles Over the most basic phrases, If all I could utter is just Five…

  • Hydrangea

    I may not Be able to send A bouquet of hydrangeas But I'm willing to bend My back, just to tend A neat garden of it It might be too late Futile even, But I'll tend this garden…

  • A Bouquet of Dandelions

    I've written quite a number of poems: Scrawled on my scratch papers, Mingling with pi, with x's and my y's Some even dance with the numbers— A romantic waltz behind equations, The…

  • The Silhouette That Was Never There

    I see you in places you've never been: At the park—pouring your heart out for a laughter At my favorite coffee shop—savoring the coffee I wish you'd try I can almost see your…

  • Your ghost in broad daylight.

    My presence is a faint scent that you can't trace. You are the only person in the room, and I am the empty chair beside you. I am the quiet buzz of the fluorescent light…

  • petrichor

    You were here for only a short while— A sudden drizzle on a random afternoon. One moment I see you; The next, you're gone. Yet, even after you left, A small part of you lingered…

  • tisyu

    minsan pa'y kumagat ang dilim, at ang ginaw ay bumalot sa pawisan mong mga palad. bilang lamang ang patak ng luha. hindi dahil kaunti, kundi dahil pigil. hindi rinig ang hikbi…

  • paint you a poetry

    if i were to paint love, i wouldn't paint you i'm thinking of painting the 'why,' not the 'who' i'd paint the sound you make as laughter freely spills out of you i'd paint how…

  • window seat

    your hair waving, riding the wind your eyes hazel iris, staring, through the blinding lights seated, in the window seat open window and rapid beat of ensnared heart and I can't…

  • Her.

    I saw her before. A few times, maybe more. She was always with someone I knew from high school. A girl I used to share jokes with in the hallway. Someone familiar, like a soft…

  • Flicker in the Wreckage

    The world’s been a cold, jagged edge, cutting me raw. But then you smiled, and it was like sunlight cracking through stone. I don’t know how you do it, pulling me from this heavy…

  • Alingawngaw

    Nalulunod sa ingay ng lipunan, umaasang marinig sa gitna ng kaguluhan. Sa pagkupkop ng dilim, ang tinig ko'y nagiging malinaw. Sa paligid ng masiglang tawanan, Nagkubli ako buong…

  • Read that again from the bottom

    I'll die. If that's what you expect me to do, you're wrong. My life meant something. I can't say that, I died inside. For so long, I longed for peace. I would be deceiving myself…

  • luminous

    While your fire burns my eyes to tears. Why don't you dare look into these mirrors? While mine won't stop reflecting you, Please— Tell me, why can't I see myself in yours?

  • Mislook

    The right person, the wrong time. The right script, the wrong line. The right poem, the wrong rhyme. And a piece of you, that was never mine.

  • dot dot dot

    My Moon, I cannot compete with the adoration you show the stars. While you keep part of yourself forever unknown to me. I would move the heavens just to know your darkness, but…

  • comparisons and metaphors

    I'm trying to find the perfect metaphor, the perfect analogy, the perfect phrase to express how I feel about you. The ocean, with its vastness is a good start, but it's still just…

  • my love, how's my poetry?

    But if i love again, I'll make sure that she'll live in my poetry, I will never let her feel any pain, it's my way of appreciating her beauty. My love come here, watch how i craft…

  • July

    July left me dried, ashen, bitten, and blue A summer of desolation, of emptiness, of nothingness

  • Knives

    I cling to the knives that cut me, that leave scars that never heal. For in their wounds, I find solace, a reminder of the battles I've fought. The knives that made me bleed— the…