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Steady Hands, Silent Vows

Am I a guide within your view?
Whisper it—if it rings true.
I walked where quiet justice stirred,
Where duty moved but spoke no word.

Am I a voice among the crowd?
Let truth respond, though not aloud.
I bore your cause when few would stay,
And held its weight without display.

Am I the one you’d call ideal?
I left a trace—subtle, real.
From first to last, I did my part,
With anchored mind and open heart.

I wore no crown, no shining badge,
Yet stood along the silent edge.
And where I go, through dusk or dew,
The vow I kept still travels too.

Beyond the hour, I remain—
Not for title, not for gain.
No echo chased, no self to feed—
Just the motion. Just the need.

For something greater, still unnamed,
I’ve walked through ash, endured the flame.
No mirrored praise, no beacon bright—
Yet I endure, and hold the night.

The task unseen still shapes my way—
In silence more than words can say.
I tread where others fail to see,
And carry what was passed to me.

No selfish claim, no grasp for grace—
Just steady hands in shifting space.
What drives me none may clearly see—
But in the hush… the work is me.

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Author’s Note:

This poem reflects my belief that true leadership often unfolds away from spotlight and applause. The “ideal manager” I speak of is not one who commands attention or demands praise, but one who serves quietly with steadfast resolve and humility.

In a world that often equates leadership with loudness or titles, this poem honors those who lead through silent strength—those who carry the weight of responsibility without seeking recognition, who choose the harder path because it is right, not easy.

It is a tribute to the unseen work, the steady hands, and the open hearts that shape communities, teams, and lives from the shadows. Leadership, at its core, is an act of service—a vow kept in silence.

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A Long Life Goodnight

My chest holds echoes none can hear,
A hush of thoughts that won’t appear.
What once was warm, now drifts like mist,
A weight unseen, too dense to lift.

Each fracture blooms a quieter scar,
Where bitter seeds still bloom afar.
No shore, no flame, no sense of tide—
Just vacant halls I roam inside.

By day I wear a borrowed face,
By night I vanish into space.
Thorns have grown where roses laid,
And joy, like wind, has slipped away.

I feel the pull to slip below,
To whisper what I’ll never show.
My voice is dust, it meets no ear—
A silent scream no one can hear.

You shimmer still within my dusk,
A faded gleam in memories’ husk.
I dream we speak as once we did—
Before the cold began to bid.

No bitterness could take your place,
You linger deep, a shadow’s grace.
But where you stood, now hollow lies—
A soul grown thin beneath the skies.

One truth remains, untouched by time:
A trace of you, forever mine.
A tether neither blade nor night
Could sever from this ghostly light.

Am I undone, or just concealed?
A mask of calm, a truth unsealed.
Not hate, nor wrath, I seek to wield—
Just peace in ground that’s never healed.

I light no fire, I raise no fight—
Just tears that fall beyond the night.
So now I breathe this fading rite—
Oh Lord, please grant
A Long Life Goodnight.

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Author’s Note:

'A Long Life Goodnight" was born from the quiet spaces of loss and memory—those invisible echoes we carry in our hearts that no one else can hear. It explores the fragile boundary between presence and absence, where love lingers as a faint, ghostly light even in the coldest moments.

Though the pain feels heavy and unyielding, the poem seeks not anger or bitterness, but a peaceful acceptance of what remains unseen and unsaid. It is a silent prayer for healing and a long, gentle farewell to the shadows that dwell within.

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The Poison of Love

I walked within a garden’s grace,
Where roses bloomed in soft embrace.
Orchids whispered scents so sweet,
Your gentle smile made life complete.

Alone within a silent space,
Your face appeared—a fleeting trace.
By day, by night, you filled my mind,
A rarest echo, hard to find.

I cast my words like frozen glass,
That barely broke the quiet mass.
Your voice—a current, soft and deep,
Unraveled what I’d sworn to keep.

Entwined within a tangled thread,
No sound escaped what went unsaid.
You sought the truths I could not show—
Yet in the dark, I wished to go.

From secrets kept and shadows drawn,
Only we know what’s gone beyond.
Within the hush, our bond remains—
A silent pulse that still sustains.

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Author’s Note:

Not all love stories are spoken aloud. “The Poison of Love” is a reflection of what lingers in silence—words unsaid, truths half-buried, and emotions too fragile to name. Beneath the beauty, something darker breathes. This piece invites the reader to look beyond what’s visible… and question what love becomes when silence speaks louder than words.

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Bittersweet, Like Ice Cream

There are times when friendship feels like ice cream to me—
Sweet and welcome in its simplicity.
People come with flavors of their own,
Bound in joy,
Yet sometimes pulled apart by mistakes unknown.

Ice cream comes in many kinds,
And no one dares to leave it behind.
It cools our thirst on the hottest days—
A comfort in the sun’s relentless blaze.

But just like ice cream slowly melts away,
People’s moods and hearts can shift someday.
And what was once a perfect shape,
May need time and space to recreate.

For those whose lives have been reversed,
Who carry pain or wear a curse—
Sometimes distance is what they seek,
To cool the wounds they cannot speak.

Though some have wronged or hurt me deep,
My love for them I choose to keep.
I find my peace in letting go,
Yet in my heart, they still gently glow.

I'll strive to live with open grace,
To show love's light in every face.
Like the lingering taste of a favorite treat—
Sweet, sincere, and quietly complete.

Now and forever,
I’ll always recall—
That somewhere in my past,
I met them all.

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Author’s Note:

“Bittersweet, Like Ice Cream” is a reflection on the delicate nature of relationships—how they bring joy, comfort, and warmth, yet can melt and change over time. Through the metaphor of ice cream, I explore how people grow apart, heal, and still carry traces of love and memory. No matter the distance or pain, kindness and forgiveness can leave a lasting sweetness—just like a flavor we never forget.

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Faded Shadows Through the Years

Once, I was laid to rest, alone,
By strangers in a land unknown.
Gripped by shadows, cold and real,
Bound within their secrecy.

Chains unseen, but tightly spun,
Faces fade beneath the sun.
Caught within a softened phrase,
Truth and trust lost in the haze.

Yes… I was fractured, torn apart,
By shadows pressed against my heart.

But through the slow and quiet dawn,
That shadow faded, withdrawn.
Now the air is soft and clear,
Now the night holds nothing near.

Now a warmth begins to grow—
Far from where he cast his blow.

Freed from madness’ tangled chain,
I rise renewed beyond the pain.
Clothed in strength, yet calm and wise,
Anchored deep beneath these skies.

Devoted to my people’s song,
Faithful where my roots belong—
For as long as breath I keep,
In silent watch, my vow runs deep.

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Author’s Note:

Time folds away what once weighed heavy—
not with sudden force, but whispered slow.
This poem was born beneath quiet veils,
where shadows breathe and strength takes root unseen.
What fades remains—a silent echo,
waiting for those who listen beyond the stillness.

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Where Silence Breathes Love

When storms arise,
You are the quiet smile that lingers.
When shadows stretch,
You are the balm that mends the fissures.

When silence falls,
You are the spark that stirs the night.
When darkness swells,
You are the hand that holds me tight.

When solitude calls,
You are the presence close and near.
When spirits wane,
You are the voice I ache to hear.

Time and again,
You make the change beneath my skin—
The steady force that carries me on,
The whispered strength I keep within.

You are the calm within the storm,
The doorway to a world unknown.
The quiet faith that lights my path,
The seed of love that’s newly grown.

And now…
You make me fall in love—
In quiet realms no words can move,
Where silence breathes love pure and true.

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Author’s Note:

Where Silence Breathes Love is a meditation on the quiet, often unseen ways that love transforms us. It explores how deep connection and healing can unfold in moments beyond words—where presence, faith, and subtle acts of care carry profound meaning.

This poem honors the mysterious power of love that moves gently but relentlessly beneath the surface—shaping hearts, opening worlds, and guiding us toward growth without fanfare or proclamation.

It is a tribute to the silence where love lives and breathes, a place where true change quietly takes root.

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Where Her Love Lives

Soft as morning light,
She moves through the world with quiet grace—
Leaving warmth in every soul she touches,
As if love itself had taken human form.

I am like a garden in open ground,
Blessed by the hush of hidden rain.
A blossom unfolding in silent majesty,
Nurtured by the sacred pulse of her care.

I am like a tree, unwavering and tall,
Rooted in the quiet shelter of her embrace.
A bird gliding across unseen skies,
Lifted by the weightless wisdom of her words.

I am the sun behind a veil of dusk,
Still burning gently through the softest night.

The hush of her voice,
The grace in her hands,
Have shaped me like a timeless stone—
Unbroken by the winds that pass.

She is the breath beneath my strength,
The rhythm in my silence,
The compass within my soul.

Even when shadows fall and silence grows long,
I hear her still—
In every choice for good,
In every step I take.

She is with me... always.
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Author's Note:

This poem is a reflection of the quiet strength my mother instilled in me. Even when I find myself alone, her voice lives on in my heart—reminding me to be kind, to be strong, and to always choose what is good. Her love is the foundation of who I am, and her words continue to guide me through every step I take. Though we may be apart, I carry her with me always.

— For my mother, with endless gratitude.

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Sweet Memories

Sweet smile, tender lips,
Memories wrapped in soft light—
Caress lingers on.

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Author’s Note:

This haiku is inspired by the delicate moments we carry in our hearts—those sweet smiles and tender touches that remain with us as cherished memories. It’s a small tribute to the warmth and softness that love leaves behind.

Best Poems Written by Rowena Velasco

Unspoken Love

Petals in the Dark

Steady Hands, Silent Vows

A Long Life Goodnight

The Poison of Love

Bittersweet, Like Ice Cream

Faded Shadows Through the Years

Where Silence Breathes Love

Where Her Love Lives

Sweet Memories