Category Archives: Teardrops

Poem: Headstrong

‘He’ stands for hypocrite,
You are my constant yearning,
We strive for the imbalance
to gather differences & similarities,
I should drink myself to sleep,
and deal with whatsoever; if
tomorrow would to visit me — too soon.

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Poem: Skin Deep

Ode to this beat of my heart,
My fingers move beyond my grip,
Wide awake and stroking love,
Tasting sweetness in salty tears,
Oh, so comfortable this affection
I have — down to this beautiful stranger.
Your voice and that deep breathing,
Close my eyes and let it go,
A mere touch will never be enough,
Take it slow; take it all with you.

Micropoetry #55

God has chosen a lover for me,
He said we have to learn
to respect one another
turning hatred into love
inconsideration into understanding
To love endlessly
even when the flower has faded
and when the rose garden is in drought
Until death do both of us part
But one of us
is waiting for either of us
on the beautiful shore by the waterfall

Micropoetry #53

Happy is merely alphabets,
Take a look at what’s inside you,
When you laugh or smile,
Do it with your whole-heart,
With love —

Poem: One Hundred Days

Velvet sky of disclosure,
We have been two-thousand
and four-hundred hours apart,
Scars are so brand new, still —
I have been breathing hard
lately. Only then I learn to be
stronger, like I have promised you
before your last breath that I will
never give up. Never for Mama and myself —
I will not cry the same tears,
But it will be of different taste. Someday
another new chapter
when a vow is exchanged
with the One who loves me. —

Poem: Ode To My Love

He caused her disappointment
for his own indulgence and charm,
Angel’s beneath the closed doors,
Her eyes are swollen
like a soul trafficker China-doll.

Hello there beloved missing piece,
I am knocking on Heaven’s door
to see and feel you once again,
Words that are yet to confess,
I pray we shall meet in my sleep.

Mascara keeps me awake,
Concealer gives me confidence,
The world’s my stage to conquer,
I am safe in my own skin,
With or without Kabuki painting.

This poem was written for International Friendship Day, published on Facebook.

Micropoetry #47

Green tea latte on my lips,
You’re a bone-cracking; a lunatic
in the world so real but this could
cripple your fantasy when someone’s
talking about you;
about me and then us —
Ain’t it fun if we were together again,
Despite the differences that
had drifted us since yesterday —

Yangsze Choo

Likes to eat and read

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“Trusting God turns the deepest crisis into the highest praise.”

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Graham Lawrence

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Sincerely, Shalom

我除了與我的根重新連結, 也種植我的新生活。

My Hong Kong Husband

Third culture wife: Polish girl married to a Hongkonger, fresh off the airplane in Ireland. AMWF, lifestyle, culture, food, Asian fashion and a little bit of Cantonese

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