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Best Poems Written by Rowena Velasco

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Elegy of the Shattered Mirror

In halls where silence once held sway,
A storm did breach the calm of day.
A voice, unbidden, harsh and cold,
Unfurled its tale, its judgment bold.

It spoke of faults unseen, unfound,
Its echoes spread, a bitter sound.
No evidence to back its claim,
Yet still it sought to tarnish name.

The mirror cracked, its truth betrayed,
By words that in the shadows laid.
Yet in the shards, a lesson gleams,
That not all spoken truth redeems.

For dignity, though bruised and torn,
In quiet strength is often worn.
And though the storm may rage and roar,
The soul endures, and stands once more.

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Echoes of Autumn

Fading gentle touch,
Echoes drift like autumn leaves—
Sweetness slips away.

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When Money Becomes Power

I have known the hollow silence of empty hands,
once full of gold, now dust and fading strands.
I gave my heart in seasons bright and fair,
helping those in need, with love laid bare.

But when the coins ran out, the doors grew cold,
no pennies left to buy a dream or hold.
Help came shackled, wrapped in debt’s tight chain,
not just my money lost, but name and pain.

Hungry mouths like lightning split the sky,
casting shadows, where whispered rumors lie.
Their words—like thunder—crash without a sound,
shaking the fragile ground where hope is found.

Silent storms descend, louder than a scream,
devouring truth, unraveling the dream.
Penniless and weary, hunger gnaws more deep—
not just for bread, but respect we keep.

They drag me into fire’s scorching pit,
complicating all, refusing to quit.
Mockery’s cold rain falls without remorse,
lies like chains that bind with crushing force.

A world unfair, where power’s voice is bought,
where kindness falters, and freedom’s lost.
But in the ruins, a spark still burns bright—
the power of kindness, a guiding light.

Though empty now, my spirit sings clear,
pure as a river that knows no fear.
On paths ahead, I seek that gentle grace,
where smiles bloom soft in a warm embrace.

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The Courage to Write Again

The ink returns—not to defend,
nor chase the ghosts I used to fend.
Not to explain the aching past,
but breathe through wounds that couldn’t last.

It does not rise with pointed proof,
nor beg for silence turned to truth.
It flows because the heart now dares
to speak in lines what once hid there.

Where words once cost too much to say,
a softer voice now finds its way.
No longer chained by fear or flame—
the ink returns, and I remain.

Each letter born from quiet grace,
a tender reclaiming of space.
No longer lost in fear’s dark night,
but glowing now with steady light.

The pages hold what heart has learned—
a story told, a life returned.
In every stroke, a soul set free,
the courage found inside of me.

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Echoes of Liminal Light

they slither down the long halls
coiling thoughts like vine-sharp calls
calm defies
walls lean in with breathing cracks
truth waits, but never walks back
you flicker—don’t ask why
their whispers rise like flood and tide
but roots hold beneath the lie
you break—and light slips quietly by

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A Seat Taken, A Spirit Kept

O classroom once alive with gentle voices,
Where morning greetings bloomed so bright and clear,
I leave you now—stripped of certain choices,
Unheard, unseen, dismissed through quiet fear.

The silence came—a shadow down the hall,
Erasing names without a single word.
No answer rose to break the rising wall,
No hand reached out, no empathy was stirred.

The leader’s crown slipped heavy from her brow,
Her heart shut tight, her words grew sharp and thin.
She silenced me—no reason, no end vow—
As though I never truly had been in.

The seats were shifted, voices reassigned,
My name erased like chalk at end of day.
Yet still I held the children in my mind—
Their laughter lighting up my fading way.

No grace was shown in hardship or in strain,
No hand extended in my time of need.
Just quiet exile and unspoken pain,
A glowing ember starved of light to feed.

And still within this grief, a truth I find:
Though bruised, my dignity does not depart.
Though shadows press, they cannot touch the mind
Or dim the quiet flame that burns in heart.

Farewell, sweet classroom—may your walls now hear
The echoes of respect, the sound of care.
And may those who still lead one day draw near
To build with love—a space just, kind, and fair.

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Mid-Laughter and Lights

The lights blink like fireflies
as laughter echoes the summer air,
rides spun dizzying circles 
as I sniffed the scent of popcorn everywhere.

Ticket stubs is sweaty palms,
fingers laced with sugar thrill.
Goldfish prize in plastic bag 
and stuffed bears won with lucky skill.

Each booth--a doorway to memory,
in twilight and at the break of dawn.
The fun, joy, and the laughter 
that tangled and lingers within.

Ferris wheel held secrets in it's own soft and thin.
Cotton candy twilight melts 
and neon lights begin to shimmer
across the sky.

Music bustled throughout the stands.
Neon pulses, laughter swirls in rhythm 
Strangers meet at the carnival.
Night wraps us in its glowing pearls.

Children screeched on spinning rides,
hearts pounded from time to time.
Teenage glances on a date--
blush, shared shy rhyme.as they walked by.

The world is free to see the giant swing,
as if leaning on the sky and touching the stars.
For a moment, mid-laughter and lights,
the night feels boundless, full of love!

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Sanctuary of Seeds

Walls soft as the sky,
Seeds of courage gently sown—
Mistakes are doorways,
Voices bloom in laughter's light,
Hearts grow wide, brave, and curious.

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Unspoken Love

Your gaze speaks softly—
I love you without a sound,
heartbeats seal the vow.

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Petals in the Dark

Sweet, fragrant roses
on a gloomy Sunday night—
forever fresh bloom.