by Jose Corazon de Jesus Ang dalagang Pilipina, parang tala sa umaga Kung tanawin ay nakaliligaya May ningning na tangi at dakilang ganda Maging sa ugali, maging kumilos mayumi, mahinhin, mabini ang lahat ng ayos Malinis ang puso maging sa pag-irog

By Levi Celerio and Lucio San Pedro May pumukol sa Pipit sa sanga ng ng isang kahoy At nagahip ng bato ang pakpak ng munting ibon Dahil sa sakit, di nakaya pang lumipad At ang nangyari ay nahulog ngunit parang taong bumigtas Mamang kay lupit, ang puso mo’y di na nahabag Pag pumanaw ang buhay [...]

Mama, mamang namamangka Ipagsakay yaring bata Pagdating sa Maynila Ipagpalit ng kutsinta! Ale, aleng namamayong Ipagsukob yaring sanggol, Pagdating sa Malabon, Ipagpalit sa bagoong!

Ako’y may alaga Asong mataba Buntot ay mahaba Makinis ang mukha Mahal niya ako Mahal ko rin siya Kaming dalawa Laging magkasama.

Bahay kubo, kahit munti Ang halaman doon ay sari-sari Singkamas at talong, Sigarilyas at mani, Sitaw, bataw, patani, Kundol, patola, Upo’t kalabasa Saka mayroon pa Labanos, mustasa, Sibuyas, kamatis, Bawang at luya Sa paligid-ligid May puno ng linga

Mula sa Munding-Munding ni Alberto Florentino Sitsiritsit, alibangbang, salaginto, salagubang, ang babae sa lansangan, kung gumiri’y parang tandang. Mama, mama, namamangka Pasakayin yaring bata Pagdating sa Maynila Ipagpalit ng manika. Ale, ale, namamayong Pasukubin yaring sanggol Pagdating sa Malabon Ipagpalit ng bagoong.

by Fatima V. Lim Six months since she arrived And yet she does not speak She must have been chained This I guess from the bruises On her wrists. But she will not Let me touch them. She trembles at the sight Of tall men, more so at those With shadows on their lips.

by Bienvenido N. Santos if time took longer than the blood rushing to my face or the pace were gentler than the flow of everlasting covenants I would with dedicated slowness remove my clothes piece by piece and fold them into a corner of your life and go back to them only after a quest [...]

One day a man who had been to gather his coconuts loaded his horse heavily with the fruit. On the way home he met a boy whom he asked how long it would take to reach the house.

One day the Moon, who was a woman named Kabigat, sat out in the yard making a large copper pot. The copper was still soft and pliable like clay, and the woman squatted on the ground with the heavy pot against her knees while she patted and shaped it.