For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…

by Marites Avisado-Responte

When life is not always a tale of good verses
We cringe in every turn, cry in every bump
We heap all grand stories, sift some, we want to forget
When the distance of our dreams obscures hope
We slip silently into a torrid current of despair.
Only a threadbare of strength is left..
Only a gasp of breath sustains us…
Only His rope of hope, we grasp upon.


Photo by Jannice Olarte Geraldino


Photo by Jannice O. Geraldino

by Marites Avisado-Responte

We have cried out the doubts,

Spent the deafening silent nights

Struggled between lies and truth-

And, at last, a new day comes

We welcome it

Scared…yet boldness quietly burns us

To do what we can do

And to despise not the consequences.


“Courage” by Jannice O. Geraldino

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…

Of Courage

by Marites Avisado-Responte

How many perfect days have passed?
I could never tell the difference
Yes, it rained last night
Did it offer me smile?
Yesterday, the robust sun came out
But my room was as dark as it was
Does it matter?
Today, the green bush slithers
against the wall of an abandoned lot
I know not a thing is left unpainted
green, green all over, summer caressing
Does it matter, winter is coming?
The leaping of the day can’t wait
The setting sun quickly disappears
Seconds turn to hour, days to years
Does it matter, if it’s too late?
I may be healed tomorrow
Or probably, not
Yet, day after day, I’ll live
It all matters…

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…Image by ItesAR

Does it matter?

i love you

Photo by Adrian Roa

by Marites Avisado Responte

I love you…

Beloved, how will I say this

If this confession 
will lead me to question

The lost intentions 
are upon my back,

regret I could not depart.


I love you…

even when the blue sky is inviting storms

The raging rain has the sweetest drop

upon my barest norms.

Its touch has a toughest delight

beyond I could hold tight

When nothing is left, I know

but the curse, I must endure.


In my sensibilities,

Your love has drowned me

to forget the songs of sadness

Like restored rhythm of steps

guiding my lost, forgotten liberties

Where I must stay still, renewed

by my defeated hostilities.


Beloved, I love you …

Even if it means I am the shadow of your rays

or the echoes of your voice

This I won’t trade

for any treasure I adore

Even if it means, I have no name

to be remembered.


This, I am the least to be enamored.

Hold me until the warmth of our hands becomes one

Hold me, till my strength is gone,

and it shall be yours when I see you no more…


For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point…

Photo by Dupz Escatron Ravelo

by Marites Avisado-Responte

I do not see
the ugliness
of my wrinkled skin
and sparse, graying hairs
for they speak the languages
of my strength and weakness
That who I am today
is what I had been through
years ago.

“My all around favorite pose ever with the Cherry Blossoms.” ~ ItesAR

For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point … mtgeraldino

I do not see