it was a tiring journey
with winding roads
and crazy trails
it has tested my skills
my resilience
my conviction
and my strength.

it wasn’t easy at all
navigating was hard
much more overcoming
the unfamiliar trail
the strange highway
the journey to the
unknown was

life raised me
for that
i found my way
my way out
of the maze.

life raised me.

Hindi Patas Ang Mundo(Hermy Tuerco, CSA-B, 2022)

@poetrybymich 💥💫💛first in the series of poems from the creative writing workshop i conducted last May 6.

have you ever loved the right person at a wrong time?

here is a fresher take on the overly used theme “we have the right love at the wrong time😔💔

Hindi Patas Ang Mundo
(Hermy Tuerco, CSA-B, 2022)

Sadyang hindi patas ang mundo
Pinaglapit man ang ating mga puso,
Landas ko naman sa iyo ay pinaglayo
Tayo ma’y itinadhana, pero di naman pinagtagpo.

Ikaw ang ilaw, sa madilim kung pananaw
Ikaw ang bunyag, sa puso kung bihag
Ang pagtanggi ng puso sayo’y malalim
Ngunit iyong pagsuyo ay mataimtim.

The world is just not fair
Even if our hearts are brought closer
My path to you has been diverted
We are destined, but not brought together.

You are the light, in my dark  perspective
You are the truth in my captive heart.
The rejection of your heart is deep
But your flattery is solemn.

Colegio San Agustin Bacolod – Thank You

“Life takes you to unexpected places, love brings you home.”

i have gained the title #Amazonbestsellingauthor.  i have gained thousands of loyal readers and followers in all of my social media accounts. i have published 6 books in a span of two years, 3 of which are all #bestsellers. and up to this day i am still feeling like i am dreaming….i got my “rock star moment” many times too…
and having said that i am and forever grateful to all my loving readers and fellow poets.


nothing beats the feeling of seeing and being with the people who love you when you were just the “ordinary you”.

and that’s exactly what i felt after a 4- hour workshop with the lovely faculty and staff of Colegio San Agustin -Bacolod, Philippines – my professional home for sometime. i never realized i’d be so happy seeing them; my former colleagues, my friends. there were new faces though; but i was surprise to know that some of these  new faces were my former students and the other one even a former classmate of my eldest daughter…ang bilis nga naman ng panahon (time flies by so fast).

THANK YOU my CASE CSA-B family for the warm welcome.

you made my poet heart so happy.

We’ve Never Dated

We’ve Never Dated

can we be together forever and ever under the city nightsky?
we could cuddle together anytime anywhere
we could have popcorns and unlimited coffee over re – runs of “Friends”
we could probably have scared or annoyed our neighbors
for all the noises that we make
for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.

we could have our friends around over breakfast, lunch and even dinner
let our kitchen be your stage as i could barely make a gorgeous meal
i’d be the proudest to flaunt you prepare dishes we both go crazy about
for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.

can we just go anywhere take me out or take me somewhere
it doesn’t matter where, for as long as you are with me
celebrating our love that has been kept for so long
for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.

we could stay up all night laughing at my silly epic jokes
or we could write the most romantic, sappy love story
everyone romantic soul would go crazy wild about
it could be as romantic as Emily Bronte’s “Wuthering Heights”
or as tragic as Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet”
for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.

we could have Valentine’s Day any time or Christmas on a summer day
it doesn’t matter anyway, we could celebrate anniversaries
even if it isn’t our anniversary, who cares for we’ve been deprived
of those for for many years, many summers, and many days
for we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.

take me out or take me home it doesn’t matter where
we’ve never dated ever so this is our chance, we make the call.

for Eugi’s Prompt:


lecture time😄

narrative poetry was favored by medieval poets, most notably exemplified by Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales, which is a collection of 24 narrative poems. Narrative poetry reigned in popularity all the way through our time.

Narrative poetry explores important themes, such as self-discovery, courage, death, loss, friendship, mercy, suffering and endurance.


do you ever tell her stories of how your day went by?
‘cos i can tell you do. and damn! that’s the thing.

do you ever tell her how you hated your boss terrifying you all the time with his non -sense demands?
‘cos i can tell you do. and damn! that’s the thing.

do you ever tell her how you get excited over simple things that make you happy?
‘cos i can tell you do. and damn! that’s the thing.

do you ever tell her how your feeling so bad when your ill?
‘cos i can tell you do. and damn! that’s the thing.

oh, don’t get me wrong! ‘cos it’s okay.
and damn! that’s the thing.
i need to be okay.

Great News

@poetrybymich 💫💛💥 happy ist day of May my dear friends and poets.

I am very delighted to share that two of my poems was chosen as part of the most anticipated anthology curated by @gabriela_marie_milton, a #1amazonbestselling author.

Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Woman by Gabriela Marie Milton (Editor) and Ingrid Wilson (Experiments in Fiction)

details of the anthology will be out soon.

i am so excited as i know that i will be in the company of brilliant authors and poets.

to God be the glory, always.

Love Was There

Day 29 of NaPoWriMo…one day to go and its over….

Love Was There

in an array of crowd i look for you
i look for your smile that obviously brightens my day
even in a room filled with massive people i still hear your voice that sends a loving signal into my heart
and oh, dear i smell you in every single perfume there is in the room.

and, i wonder.

even with the intriguing, interesting conversations i have i want a conversation with you, only you; for i felt more connection talking to you
i felt it especially in between our pauses and silence
i felt the agonizing need to say more, to talk more
i felt the excruciating pain of the need to say out loud  why i want you, you of all the people around.

and, i wonder.

people come and people go, some we may have forgotten, others we remember
but if there is one constant companion i have in my heart, it was you
i see you around in every corner where everyone is busy minding their own lives
i hear you in every song played on air in FM stations as i travel alone
i smell you in the aroma of my coffee each time i take a sip
and i feel you holding my hand as i cross the chaotic street of the city.

and, i still wonder.

for over the years and over time i still haven’t figured it out
i still haven’t realized, until today
we were never really been friends all along
‘cos damn! we were too dumb not to realize, ’twas love all this time
i guess it was just you and i who haven’t figured it out
for friends say, it doesn’t take a genius to know that love was there from the beginning.

love was there even in our silence.

there was love.

for Reena’s Exploration Challenge

Sublime Love

Day 27 NaPoWriMo

Sublime Love

i miss seeing you making breakfast with a smile
asking me to hold my hunger for a while
with each pancake you make, there’s an unusual story at stake.

i remember you telling me coffee is a must to get through the day fast
with every sip you make words of wisdom you narrate.

you look so charming and brilliant as you read the newspaper daily
and i will never forget,  i am the apple of your eyes, you always say.

i wanna come home to a sweet afternoon nutella sandwich snacks
with you leaving post it notes on our front door with “i love you, dinner is on the table”.

i wanna hear you again hum your favorite  songs as you try to make sense with my Art projects all along.
i wanna be swooned by how your eyes glow by the mere mention of a lovestory so true.

and i am the luckiest i get your purest most sublime love
not motivated by necessity, not conditioned by self – interest, even by DNA.

it’s been over a decade dad, and i hope you could hear me when i say
i wish you had stayed longer, for i sure need you right now.

for Eugi’s Weekly Prompt:


Day 23 NaPoWriMo, Today I’d like to challenge you to write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and soundplay. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms. Once you’ve read a few, you’ll see what I mean. Here’s her “Token Loss,” “Blue China Doorknob,” “Houdini,” and “Crustacean Island.”


doormats are used
to dish dirt outside
trap dangerous germs
from entering the
actual main house
placed in a doorway,
on which we can wipe
our shoes on entering
any facility. what happens
when you allow others
to dominate you?
you are either a
living saint
or a doormat.

Pitter- Patter

Day 22 NaPoWriMo

In honor of today’s being the 22nd day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2022, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that uses repetition. You can repeat a sound, a word, a phrase, or an image, or any combination of thing

Pitter- Patter

i said i love you
you said i love you more

i whispered i miss you
you whispered back i miss you more

i said i do love you really
you said i do love you really more

we could beat rappers
vying for rap beat titles

even the pitter- patter of raindrops
with our unending exchange of “more”

we love unconditionally as evident
in our words and affection

and at the same time we could be
pretty mess up on some occassions

for like mirrors we see the beauty
yet it we become deadly when broken