2 posts tagged “poetry”
Was it you who said I’m prettier
Than the other girls in town
Somehow I knew but I can’t think
Who gave me that lovely gown?
Was it on Christmas or New Year’s Eve
Someone pressed on the door bell
A parcel delivered to me
Without a name I can’t tell.
Don’t go about roaming the streets
Into the darkest hour, please
Don’t walk too fast; it hurts my feet
Will we eventually meet?
Like numbers, I succumb to fate
Into believing that you
Will learn how to serenade
Like mother’s romantic beau.
I have written some time ago
Along with the sender’s name
Perhaps, you should stop doing so
I’ll remember that you came.
© 2007 Vivian Toh
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Summary:
There is no answer to love unless one party stops playing the game of hide-and-seek. Chasing after something that was never there, anticipation meets disappointment and disdain as the feeling of remorse slowly invades the heart of the spoken.
The sunny skies of an eastside country
Anywhere but here, is a cold atmosphere
Trepidation builds up inside of me;
Fighting my guts against all possible fears.
A melancholic agenda took place
At a point where I didn’t want to believe
Of the circumstances that would surface
That would rip apart my self identity.
Time is a challenge of diversity
But beneath the soil where my feet had stepped on
Is a horizon of mistakable dreams
That stemmed from a passion that I soldiered on.
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I dedicate this poem to Eryk Tam, a friend of mine from Hong Kong who has been working in Singapore for the past one decade, whom others oversee his kindness and integrity.
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Summary:-
A young man migrated to a foreign land and finds it hard to understand the things enveloping him. As an expatriate, his anxiety rockets higher but tries all his best to overcome his fears. He has faced different problems while his stay there. He couldn't believe what is happening to him because he has sensed that he's losing his very own self-identity. He experiences what many people may not have known the process of enculturation.
Living in the foreign land for so many years now, he sees a lot of changes in him and everyone else. He begins to realise that he has made a lot of mistakes and chased the wrong dreams in the past. After all, it was this thing called passion that he has been carrying along with him in a never-ending path. Life's a journey you have no choice but to take with an open mind.
