JODELYN MAE S.

CANGREJO BSED-ENGLISH 3
ELT 336: Poetry Writing Activity 3

I. CONCRETE POEM

Invisible
ever so ignored
extremely trapped
treed, lone, unfree
Alone I stand, silently
Ever invisible to those around
No matter what I do and speak aloud
ignored by many is my solemn fate
I shout and cried but still unheard
I waved my arms still, nobody recognized my plead
I’m trapped inside this lonely and tormented world
all lonely lost, neglected, solitary, unnoticed
all forgotten ever so forgotten, when will this end?
Been longing for someone to notice my existence
to sight the agony that I’m going through
but day by day, I’m cast aside, ignored by all
I wonder what I have done, do deserve such a
cruel, tormenting, brutal and ferocious fate
dejected, lonely, solitary, irrecoverable
Oh! to be a lone ghost in a crowded world
a soul that no one can relate, symphatize
neglected, dejected, treed, unnoticed
But still I stand, and I still try
to break through the concrete
and ever deafening walls
perhaps one day I know
the perfect time will
come for someone to
notice and end this
misery of being a
lonely existence
ever so lonesome
neglected, dejected, unnoticed
solitary, irrecoverable, unfree
treed, unnoticed, irrecoverable
lost, solitary, irrecoverable
lonely extremely lonely
till Im saved.
JODELYN MAE S. CANGREJO BSED-ENGLISH 3

ELT 336: Poetry Writing Activity 1

I. COUPLET

My heart, a canvas, paints his image bright,

A masterpiece, a symbol of my delight.

In his embrace, my soul finds sweet repose,

And all my doubts and fears just decompose.

His l ove, a poem, adorns my days and nights,

Stanzas rich with meaning, wrapped in delights.

Each word a beat that pulses in my chest,

A love son net that never puts me to rest.
II. TERCET

In the depths of an achiever's eyes,

Lies a fear that's often disguised,
As a stepping stone to one’s success

A disgrace in fortune to the path of light,

That dims one ’s p erspective
And leaves them wander ing in the pale moonlight

The fear of failure , i nevitable it may

Let it spark the trigger
Of becoming a successor someday
III. QUATRAIN

Of all the maladies that can assail,

The ones that lurk within the mind prevail.

The heart may ache, the body suffer pain,

But mental wounds can leave a lasting stain.

Anxiety, depression, voices in the head,

Demons that haunt us when we go to bed.

Dark thoughts that threaten to misunderstand

and h alt the strength to ask for a helping hand

It takes strength to ask for help,

To reach out to someone when you've felt,

So let's break the stigma, lift the veil,

And make it easier to tell our tale.