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Best Poems Written by Apheriam Villafioza

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Brush Strokes

Brush Strokes 

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The canvas of fate,
Wind strokes of the brush create a straight.
The vibrant hues blend seamlessly strait,
Each stroke represents a chapter of my state.

An empty canvas representing my soul.
Full of dark void and hole.
Hues of the future dole,
Sudden colors I've never seen before began to appear on the palete as a whole.

Stopped at my tracks,
Gazing at the vibrant palette of plaques.
With every gentle stroke of the brush attacks,
It revealed an art that I never knew I had within me as it attracts.

The colors danced and intertwined.
The once-empty canvas of my life became refined.
Each stroke of the hue is a design.
Combined with my void strokes, the vibrant strokes unwind.

The small dot of the black canvas,
Full of opportunities at that blackness.
You held that brush of my life, anxious.
You made my life full of vibrant hues at that empty canvas.

Now, it's nothing but a canvas full of beauty.
My solace and my duty.
You transformed the void canvas of my life coolly.
It's now more than just a void; it's fruity.

I found the right color for my life.
With every swift, gentle stroke applied,
Another wave of happiness overwhelms the canvas arrive.
Oh, my solace of hues in delight.

Please hold the brush and add more colors to my life.

You are the vibrant hues of the once-empty canvas. You held the brush and colored my empty life with delight.

Thank you for holding that brush.

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Earthly Blossom of Four Season

Earthly Blossom of Four Season


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Wind blows through the tree.
Leaves fell, and it felt free.
But amidst the branches at glee,
A single flower remained at its degree.

Cold air whispered through the night.
All grounds are covered in white.
As the flower stood tall and bright,
a beacon of color in the moonlight.

Feeling the heat of the sun,
Warmth spread my gaze at the flower, the only one.
Stood tall with grace and done,
The only beauty I can only gaze at has begun.

The blossom of a new flower,
Yet, you are the only flower in my tower.
Your vibrant petals dance in the breeze with power.
The only flower I will ever gaze at in every shower.

Four seasons have passed.
but your beauty continues to last.
Through winter's frost and summer's blast, your petals remain unsurpassed.
Each day, I am reminded of your grace as I watch you bloom in this sacred space.

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Rain of Haven

Rain of Haven

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Water is pouring heavily.
Yet it feels warm and free.
The raindrops fall gently on my skin, washing away all worries and empathy.
As I embrace you under the stormy sky pleasantly.

Shivering at the coldness of the rain,
As I embrace you under the stormy sky in pain.
The rain may be cold, but our love keeps us maintained.
Holding your hand while looking at the raindrops at every chain.

Water fell down my cheeks.
Mingling with the raindrops, as tears of joy that I seek.
The stormy sky mirrored the intensity of your emotions as you wept.
Embracing you with warmth as I speak.

Cold breeze whispers through the air, sending chills down my spine.
Yet, in this moment, I feel alive and connected to nature's divine.
Your presence makes me feel alive at every line.
My cold life became fine.

The stormy sky above us seems to reflect the peak.
Where my love for you speaks.
The cold became warm because you were there every week.
Your touch brings comfort, melting away the frost that once consumed me, and I leak.

With you by my side, the stormy sky transforms into a canvas,
Canvas of warm and heavenly life granted us.
You're the light to my blackness.
And you are the sanctuary at my palace.

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Woes

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Sing the songs of an angel.
Luminous blinding light at night.
Perpetual faith consumes the sight.
The woes of a crying child.
Pains my ears every night.
Slaughtered heart.
Venomous blood.
All I knew was pain.
Trusting my gut.
Begging for help.
Yet the pains are kept.

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His Story is My Words


Write. Write. Write.
It was the only passion I took pride.
The only thing that felt right.
Ink flows from my pen like a river, 
Creating worlds and characters that come alive. 
In the silence of my room,
I lose myself in the words I consume.
Why do I continue to write?
There was no one to excite.
No reader, no praise, no end in sight.
No meaning or purpose, 
It was all worthless.
Until a star came in,
With a fearless grin and thick skin.
Bright eyes shining,
So frightening and full of meaning.
He was a dream and a king.
It was all for that lone reader,
Who made me a believer. 
A world that was his—
A fool's, a dreamer's, and a reader's fate.
A man who smiled even if it was too late.
I have written stories end.
Pages I gave torn,
Everything was a pawn.
But he read, read, and read again.
Through pain, through loss, through every end.
A reader who never stopped believing,
Even when the world stopped breathing.
And so I write—
I write for his fate to continue.
I write for him to be rescued.
I write for the boy who clung in ink-stained dreams,
For the man who walked in extremes.
For the reader who became a story,
Who was never meant to live the story—
But did so luminously.
His name is written between the stars.
Between the cracks, between the scars.
And even if the world forgets,
Even if his name fades into dust—
I will write. Write. Write.
Not for fate, not for me,
But because his story must always be.

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Inner Sanctum

Inner Sanctum

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In this darkness of pain,

All I can see is you in my domain.

You are the luminescence that I attain.

My territory that I gained.



A story full of nothing but vain.

In this sanctuary of stars, you are the guiding light in my fame.

You are the constellation that illuminates my name.

Together, we navigate the celestial plane, our love burning bright like a cosmic flame.



In this sanctuary of stars, you are my eternal claim.

Going after you eternally is my aim.

Your presence brings me joy, like a celestial game.

I'll chase after you, my lotus, never feeling any shame.



Our love will transcend time and space, forever staying the same.

My very sanctuary in this story, so lame.

In this vast expanse of the universe, our connection remains untamed.

Like shooting stars, we leave a trail of love that cannot be tamed.



Together, we create a symphony of constellations, forever intertwined and acclaimed.

We are one stars that shine brightly in the night sky, guiding lost souls with our eternal flame.

Written among the galaxies to explain.

A tale that will never fade or be tamed.



I will always be with you, my tale.

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Solace of Rest

Solace of Rest
 
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Glass shattered, sanctuary reaching the broken pieces of the wounded.
Gazing stars of mockingbirds sought and were surrounded.
The other side of the sphere and couldn't touch one another were excluded.
Disappeared without a trace; only a fragment of the sanctuary remained.
 
City of Stars mocks the whole universe with light.
Inflated and heated the sight.
Gapping the eternal hourglass was accompanied by a shattered night.
Hope flicked the eyes of Sanctuary, finding solace in sight.
  
Fate brought solace and sanctuary together.
The sphere cannot exist without the other.
Upper cannot exist without Nether.
That means they have to be with each other.
 
Simply existing is a natural phenomenon of the sphere.
Destiny is different. It is solace's fear.
Destiny has numerous things going on, but Destiny will always interfere.
For Destiny's fate is to be with Solace here.
 
The two sides of the sphere meet.
The sphere is complete.
One found its solace, leaving darkness of defeat.
They felt complete.