POEMS
Written by: Jessa Mae Anggalan
FREE VERSE POEM
ACROSTIC POEM
(JESSA MAE)
DIAMOND POEM
Written by: Reynaldo Albo Jr.
FREE VERSE POEM
"Woven Whispers"
They came from corners unknown—four names
stitched by the same unseen hand.
Strangers once,
now bound
by creaking floors
and the hush of a house that watches.
Letters led them—
inked in mystery,
sealed in fate.
The manor waited,
its walls breathing
like lungs long forgotten.
Eleanor, with fire in her chest,
walks ahead of shadows.
Marcus, with laughter that trembles,
feels the joke turning real.
Vincent sees meaning in dust,
in ancient words left behind.
And June—June listens,
to whispers the others pretend
not to hear.
The loom waits in silence—
old wood,
still threads.
But it hums when no one watches.
Stories begin to unravel.
A journal missing pages.
Rooms that shift like dreams.
Hallways that lead nowhere
but fear.
They speak in half-truths,
in candlelight and guesses,
grasping for threads
in the dark.
And through it all—
the whispers grow louder.
The pattern is set.
The threads are chosen.
Do not resist.
Yet still, they walk forward.
Because backward
is no longer an option.
And the tapestry,
frayed and cursed,
still waits
ACROSTIC POEM
(REYNALDO)
Realms of mystery
called from the shadows,
Each step echoing in a
house that remembers.
Yearning hearts, once
strangers, now tied by fate,
Never alone, though
silence surrounds them.
Ancient whispers thread
through the air,
Looming secrets woven
in time’s dark tapestry.
Daring to seek truth,
they move through fear,
Overcoming darkness,
one thread at a time.
DIAMOND
POEM
CONCRETE
POEM
(A LOOM SPINNING)
Written by: Glyren Cagata
"Fractured Echoes"
"Essence
of a Fractured Soul"
Grasping at echoes of the past,
Lost in layers of memory and scent,
Yearning for truth, not comfort,
Running from shadows that wear his
face,
Essence in hand, reality slipping,
Never sure who he truly is.
Elijah
Brilliant,
Creative
Blending,
Crafting, Searching
Haunted,
Isolated, Consumed, Fractured
Doubting,
Trembling, Fearing
Troubled,
Lost
Stranger
CONCRETE POEM
(A BOTTLE OF PERFUME)
"Fragrance of the Unseen"
Written by: Joshua Roel
FREE VERSE POEM
Aethoria's path
unwinds like a river
Through
mountains of sorrow, valleys of pain
Her clan's
echoes whisper in the wind
A legacy of
loss, a story untold
She walks the
thin line between rage and grief
Seeking truth in
every shattered dream
The weight of
her ancestors' stories
Guides her
footsteps, fuels her quest
In the silence,
she hears their whispers
A call to
justice, a cry for truth
Aethoria's heart
beats like a drum
As she unravels
the threads of her clan's demise
With every step,
she uncovers secrets
Fragments of a
story long concealed
The truth begins
to take its shape
A mosaic of
pain, a tale of deceit
Her journey is a
labyrinth of shadows
Where darkness
and light entwine like vines
Yet, Aethoria
presses on, undeterred
Driven by the
fire of her ancestors' memories
In the depths of
her soul, a spark ignites
A flame that
flickers with every revelation
As she draws
closer to the truth
The weight of
her quest begins to lift
Aethoria's path
is long and winding
But with each
step, she finds her strength and power
In the pursuit
of justice, she finds her voice
A voice that
echoes through the ages, a testament to her clan's enduring spirit.
Joyful heart that shines so bright
Outstanding in every pursuit
Sincere in every word and deed
Honest and humble, a true friend
indeed
Unwavering in kindness and care
Adventurous spirit, always ready to
share
Radiating positivity and light
Open-minded, always willing to learn
Eager to grow, and reach new heights
Loyal and dedicated, a true delight
DIAMOND POEM
CONCRETE POEM
(EAR)
Written by: Aimae Magnanao
FREE VERSE POEM
“Essence of a Fractured Mind”
He walks in silence,
trailing
scents of memories he never chose,
each vial
a whisper
from a
past too loud to forget.
Hands
steady—
but the
mind?
It
stumbles through smoke,
through
screams that still cling to his skin.
He
believes in control,
in the
alchemy of order,
yet chaos
clings to him
like the
scent of burning on an old coat.
The
stranger in the shadows
isn’t just
a dream.
It’s a
reflection.
It’s him—
becoming.
Always
shining with a gentle grace,
In every
moment, lighting up the place.
Memories made
when you're around,
A heart so
pure, where love is found.
Endless
warmth in all you do.
CONCRETE POEM
(A BOTTLE OF PERFUME)
Written by: Rona Allana Colita
"Aethoria"
Aethoria
walks through places where shadows stay.
She
carries a promise in her heart,
a
love for the family she lost,
and
a hope that one day, she’ll find peace.
The
wind speaks to her,
soft
whispers that no one else hears.
They
guide her,
leaving
clues for the book she’s been searching for,
the
truth she needs to set her heart free.
She
is caring.
She
notices the pain of others
and
carries it with her.
Even
when her own heart aches,
she
chooses kindness.
Aethoria
is strong,
not
because she feels no fear,
but
because she keeps going,
even
when fear is heavy.
She
faces every challenge.
Some
days she breaks,
but
she never stays down.
Justice
calls to her.
She
follows it,
step
by step,
believing
there’s light ahead.
Aethoria
is a warrior,
a
protector,
a
heart that refuses to give up.
Remembering
the family she loves so dear,
Over
mountains and shadows, she shows no fear.
Never
stopping, she seeks what was lost,
A
clue in a whisper, no matter the cost.
Aethoria
cares for the hearts around,
Listens
to feelings, wherever they’re found.
Living
with strength, she’ll rise and fight,
Aiming
for peace in the darkest night.
Never
giving up, with hope in her hand,
A
warrior with perseverance, she’ll bravely stand.
CONCRETE POEM
(BOOK)
Written by: Abigail Morata
FREE VERSE POEM
“Four Threads”
Four people,
four names,
four stories
pulled together
by a letter,
a house,
and a thread.
Eleanor is
quiet.
She thinks
before she speaks.
She is brave,
even when she’s
scared.
Marcus tells
jokes,
even when no one
laughs.
He hides his
fear
behind a smile.
But he feels it—
deep down.
June is kind.
She notices
things.
She listens.
She cares.
Even when the
house gets dark,
she wants to
help.
Vincent is
serious.
He knew
something was coming.
He doesn’t talk
much,
but he sees the
truth.
He’s not afraid
of magic—
just what it
means.
They did not
know
why they were
there.
But the house
knew.
The thread knew.
The loom knew.
Now they are
part of it.
Their names,
their lives,
their fates—
all woven
into one story.
One thread
for each of
them.
One path.
One tapestry.
"Threads of
Strength"
Alone,
Eleanor is strong and brave,
Brilliant
Vincent sees the danger, always alert,
Interested,
June listens to what’s unseen,
Gentle
Marcus keeps others calm and serene.
Always
moving forward, no matter the fight,
In
every challenge, they protect each other’s life,
CONCRETE POEM
(THREAD)
Written by: Sheila Telen
FREE VERSE POEM
He is the sound of burned pages,
breathing in smells that once felt
safe.
Now they hurt like old memories—
smoke and truth, fear and pain.
His shadow walks beside him,
same face but not the same heart.
Not a stranger by birth,
but broken by things he can’t name.
He hopes he’s still whole,
but the cracks keep growing.
Each soft voice from the past
pulls him back into the smoke.
Still, he stands.
Not because he has no fear,
but because even in shattered,
he keeps looking for the light.
Shadowed by secrets he tries to outrun,
Haunted by fire, by things he has done.
Each step he takes, a fight to be free,
In dreams he drowns in a fractured sea.
Lost in the scent of a life torn apart,
A truth still burns deep inside his
heart.
Fractured,
Lost
Hiding,
Withholding, Escaping
Masks,
Scents, Memories, Shadows, Confusion
Seeking,
Awakening, Understanding
Brave,
Whole
Self
CONCRETE POEM
(HOURGLASS)
Written by: Nikki Monique Camerino
FREE VERSE POEM
CONCRETE POEM
(LETTER)
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