The Ink

The Ink is a collection of poetry made during the course of World Literature. The following poems are all original. So please excuse my not-so-professional works. This is called "Free-Writing!"

DEDICATION

Dedicated to my family who, from first up to present, believed in me and my abilities; Lucela Velasco, Damacino Velasco and Daichele Velasco. I would also like to offer this book to the people who appreciate my talents and skills when it comes to writing (though I’m a beginner). To my friends, people who knew me and people that I lead. And to Jesus Christ whom I lean on when I lose hope creating a new poem.

 INTRODUCTION

Poetry is a part of literature which resembles from the poet’s ideas and world. Through words that were combined altogether, a symbolic piece can come to life and touch everyone’s heart. As for me, a poem built through blood and sweat cannot only touch one’s heart but change an appreciation to beauty of poetry, which I think is the most important.

Doing this book underwent a lot of struggles from completion to even the small detailing of designs. Tight school schedules, tons of final products, losing of self-focus and ideas are some of my conflicts while doing this book. As a beginner to the world of poetry and its field, it’s really hard just to accomplish this entire collection of poems. So a lot of effort has been used just to produce this simple book.

This book contains collection of my composed poems made during the course of World Literature and the message behind it, the poems from different poets that inspired the compositions and different poet’s biographies.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENT 

I would like to express my gratitude to these people and animals that inspired me doing each and every poem; the birds in the sky, the tigers who roar, my bestfriend and Adam Young a.k.a. Owl City. I also would like to thank www.Poets.org and www.NobelPrize.org for the most informative biographies of poets involved in this book. Thank you also to my parents who supported me financially and morally.

POEM 1

I look up high and saw the sky.

Peek out my nest and close my eyes,

I spread my wings and wished to fly.

From up above this high,

I dropped the worm she passed to my beak.

Instead, I felt the breeze coming from the sky.

I slouched low and cry,

Everything seems to be in monochrome.

I know it will be rainbow when she let me fly.

She pushed me out and kissed goodbye,

My feathers are not yet ready, but it’s what I want.

Then suddenly I somersault down from the sky.

I grew up then asked why.

Now I missed the day I was in her nest,

I was then a birdie that wished to fly.

I built this nest for them to lie though I’m shy.

Time has passed they opened their eyes,

They looked up high and saw the sky.

I fixed their feathers and taught them how to fly. ◘

POEM 2

All bodies are soaked in dump.

Mine was buried into deep.

This place is dark.

This world is turning into ash.

I rise and started to think.

Oh bring me to the lost city of the Incas,

Oasis of life and peace.

This steep high I shall hike.

This distance far I shall soar.

For a place like this nothing could replace,

Pachacuti invites.

Then soon I discover,

With your rich offerings,

They abandoned you.

This body’s hope lies on you.

With your strong foundation I shall relive.

But I know there will be another lost city.

Plato could tell.◘

POEM 3

I was born and inherited genes,

That mom and dad possesses.

Existence does not come from Him,

If that’s what you say.

We were once an organism crawling,

These ancestors evolved,

Asteroids fell so as they stuck to their time.

Let there be light,

This book is saying,

I’m not a bulb that just pops out.

I’m a tiger, a mammal.

If not, then hunt me.

Cut my head off then make a frame. ◘

POEM 4

He would be independent he thought.

But life seems to be difficult there.

New culture, new environment,

although it’s just a distance away.

The masters are different,

People are always scrutinizing,

And the battles are threatening.

He wished for this for a long time,

But now all he wanted to do

is to rewind back to the past. ◘

POEM 5

When I heard the crying lady,

How sad I felt and sat with her.

She told how unfortunate she was with him,

My brow can’t stop to rise.

She broke with him how she likes to die,

My mind can’t stop to speak that she still has something to live.

She thought that everything is gone and nonsense,

My mouth opened and said she still has everything.

She asked me if fate has turned her,

My eyes widened and then I smiled. ◘

POEM 6

He owned the world and brought a life,

Collected notes and sang so high.

Together with keys he went down,

The basement now became his town.

Alone he stood and soars like a star,

Sooner to reach and heal their scar.

Until one day they were inspired,

A new persona arrived and shined.

He built this place, a new city,

These owls unite flapped so happy.

And now fireflies took him,

Away and up he go from scene. ◘

POEM 7

I am ambitious I know,

For I dreamed big enough.

But I know I could.

Once, I want to become a filmmaker.

Create a movie that moves people,

And create change.

Twice, is the aim to become an architect.

Build one’s home,

And rise their dream.

Thrice is yet unsure.

Somehow to be known,

 The field is still unknown.

I am ambitious I know,

For I dreamed big enough.

Yes I could. ◘