A poem that shows how troublesome Miss Rain can be after she removes her blue scarf.
"Count your blessings not the numbers!" is what I would I say to someone who is willing to learn the beauty in repetition.
A poem about getting back to reality when situations are not favourable for one to pursue his or her dream but at the same time, still believing in hope.
A tribute to Frank Atanacio to welcome him back to HubPages. :)
I have written down my personal experiences and the lessons I have learnt from them.
A poem about how water cools down our inner lava.
The poem weighs the pros and cons of decision making.
How to paint an incomplete picture...:)
How to enjoy the beach with a pair of sunglasses.
This poem represents how perfection is perceived by a young girl.
A poem dedicated to my mother. Even better if you can relate.
A poem about not giving up on love.
Miscellaneous isn't so easy after all.
This poem is dedicated to my Hubber friends (Following & Followers) before Monday happens. Special appreciation to Frank Atanacio, Mary Norton, Manatita, Jodah, Sean Dragon and Linda Bryen for supporting me on HubPages.
In the poem, "breeze" unexpectedly comes to rescue a bird from the "fire".
Think you're a good listener? Listen again. :)
A poem about how a lover admits to her faults.
A poem about wandering in the world of troubles.
A poem about how one water fountain paved the way for romance.
What if you're romantically involved with fluff?
A poem about waking up to clumsy incidents.
This poem intends to demonstrate a personal touch.
For all those rebels out there!
Is touching the buttons on your mobile the same as personal touch? In this article, you will find out what it takes to have a personal touch.
A poem about having exaggerated feelings for someone special.
This article does not encourage you to bring your childhood toys along with you!
If you're feeling down and unappreciated, this is the article for you!
Feeling insecure with a pixie cut? This is the article for you!
I wrote a poem on how I feel being unemployed but it may not apply to you.
The poem makes fun of drafts that are not the final results but still add up to waste or rubbish.
The poem is about a wilted leaf expressing itself with rustles and ruffles.