Love Knows No Boundaries

by Marites Avisado-Responte

Love knows no boundaries
Whether it sets where the rainbow ends
Can it be found in the tumultuous depth of the ocean?
Can it be as dark as the night or as bright as the sun
Perhaps it rises along the highest waves in the ocean
Or it is swallowed into the deepest pit of a valley
No one could ever guess

Love knows no boundaries
Its language is appreciated by a generous heart
The work extends to the deprived and desperate
The effort is celebrated by the sense of peace and relief
Its presence is driven by unwavering loyalty
A paradigm of strength when everything is smothered by weaknesses

Love knows no boundaries
To forgive even how deep the wound sores
To expect the best what is around the bend
To look for fire when ember of hope is dying
To feel the warmth in the coldest night
And to cool off the overwhelming rage and might

Love knows no boundaries
It stays in stale air, to purify
It humbles the lofty heart and haughty eyes
It drives you to be passionate and to come out a victor
It nurses the humiliating failure to become a warrior again
It lightens the way when the road is long and
When the travel is rough

How I wish I could continue to bind you to boundaries but
my human limitations incapacitate me…
My imperfections come short of describing a Perfect One…

Does it matter?

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 a 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 an 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…

Poems by

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

I Love You

I Love You

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 the 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 the 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.

“For the heart roars with poetry when it hits a turning point.” ~mtg



Why Self-Love?


Why Self-Love?

 by Marietta Geraldino

Is self-love a luxury?

Or is it a necessity?

Get a grip of your reality

A perfect self is just fantasy.

Self-love, self-acceptance

That, you can count as victory. 

It can set you  free from a haunting past. 

It can tear the wall of countless hurts. 

It can free self-doubts  of a troubled  heart. 

Nurture self-kindness

Cultivate self-compassion

Claim joy, bestow forgiveness!

Embracing your flaws, loving yourself

will make your spirit simply  radiate.


Forget not my heart


Forget not my heart

 by Marietta Geraldino

Aimlessly we circled the island
childlike, walking holding hands 
relishing, quietly savoring 
the moment, the joy our nearness brings.


Were you trying to tell me something
when you pointed at scattered driftwood, 
broken seashells that washed ashore?
Were you just but daydreaming
when you mumbled with faint delight
at the sight of waves crashing, receding;
at the sight of seagulls flying by?


You spoke of a future 
where I didn’t see myself in.
Or was it just the sea breeze
taunting, whispering of a destiny
we weren’t meant to have a glimpse?


Was I scared you would hear 
the deafening rumblings 
of a screaming heart, rejoicing
from deep within?


Was I scared that my eyes
would betray my voice
nonchalant, sounding calm
deep within quivering,
of feverish joy, of excitement?


Nah, nothing really mattered.
Not the stares cast our way,
nor the whispers the wind betray.
Just you and I walking barefoot
unbridled; charmed by the magic
of that now distant, beautiful island.


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