Poetry Series: Life of a Poet

A Poet's Lovely Ordeal

In my desk, I try to wonder.

How my mind goes too much farther?

Time by time, I think of words that rhyme

Which will make a poem as lively as time.

Thinking, working and sighing for a word

That brings a meaning for a magical world.

Sketching, writing and editing my piece

Trying to please my emotions at ease.

Poetry of magic and mystery,

How can I obtain such mastery?

Day and night, I long for a perfect you

only to find out I have the wrong hue.

Why is it hard to make you complete?

It feels like I never frightened defeat

Nor defending my right to make a grieve

Nor traveling in a world of make believe.

But by the time comes that I have finished,

It feels like energy has been unleashed.

I can now enjoy my peaceful rest

Towards my bed and away from my desk.

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Melancholy and Poetry

Empty pages, here I am again

Trying to squeeze my mind in pain.

I need to produce words that rhyme

That are as lovely as the pendulum’s chime.

It has been an hour seriously spent,

But no meaning beautifully meant.

What will I do now at this point in time

When words won’t come out like creeping vines?

Emotions, where are you when I truly need you?

Please come out now and carry my waterloo.

I need to compose a sentence from words

That will define the creation of different worlds.

Illusion, when will I even see you

Dance your way to my mind’s cue?

For you are the element that would give accord

To a poet like me before I abort.

Vision, where will you be headed?

My sight hasn't yet been truly mended.

Inputs won’t become outputs once and for all

When you neglect me even as I experience fall.

When shall I complete this empty page

When my silence won’t even engage

In a creative fight of words and rhymes

That shall produce this new poem of mine? 

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A Poet's End

Blank pages of nothingness,
I got to find my own happiness.
Here I am searching on every bit of pages,
But all I've seen were silent spaces.

What’s wrong with my words now?
There’s nothing more to be found.
It feels like I’m lost in my own niche.
Silent tears flowing like cliche.

Hurting… I found myself crying,
Remembering how far I've been flying.
How can I live a life of fulfillment
When words won’t even give its complement?

Now that my rhymes don’t harmonize
And my words won’t even compromise,
All I see is a blank future
With a life that is so unsure.

How come I've reached this stage?
It feels like I’m trapped in a cage
Where sorrow is the only emotion
And poetry is just part of illusion.

Looks like this is where my journey ends.
So long poetry, my long-time friend!
If only this poet hasn't lost his talent
Then there’s no reason for him to lament.


About the Author:

Matthew Sanchez Chua a.k.a Artistmat is a registered and licensed Architect, a diploma holder of Urban and Regional Planning, a blogger,  a web-content writer, a poet, a photo manipulator, a freelance digital artist, a volunteer, and a young leader. His articles and poems were published on his main blog "Whisper of my Heart".  He also writes for U! Happy Events as he is one of the organization's board member. He practices his profession through M.S. Chua + C.A. Dominguiano Architects. His principle is simple: "Walk, leave a mark, and make a difference!"