jon-jubail-b-aquino - Hello Poetry

From the far start of the alphabet, the sun rose for me. Dawn wore the color of autumn, and in that quiet first blush, a fairy passed through my sight. My tiny world held its breath as flowers learned to bloom, their nectar trembling as if the cosmos was asking to be turned into honey. I was only a bee then, helpless in the most delicate way, drawn without reason toward a single sunflower. And there an ember found its way into my chest, small, patient, eternal. Time moved on, as it always does. Other hands found mine, other mornings learned my name, and love, real and living, walked beside me. Yet still, beneath all that warmth, that first ember never asked to be extinguished. From that first ray of light to this resting hour, the moment and feelings never faded. It crystallized, not into longing alone, but into diamond. A fossil kissed by sunrise, warmed through borrowed daylight, carried quietly until dusk. Every late afternoon, the golden sun slowly lowers itself, the world is bathed in amber tones. And the stars, faithful, knowing, whisper what they have always known. tomorrow, and forever. For some where in time, Amber remains, not a wound, not a regret, but love caught mid-glow, a dream that never came true, a honeyed Amberly tone holding the sun itself, still warm, still kind, after twenty years and so. …. A memory that refused to cool.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 3:54 AM UTC

A Memory that Refused to Cool

From the far start of the alphabet, the sun rose for me. Dawn wore the color of autumn, and in that quiet first blush, a fairy passed through my sight. My tiny world held its breath as flowers learned to bloom, their nectar trembling as if the cosmos was asking to be turned into honey. I was only a bee then, helpless in the most delicate way, drawn without reason toward a single sunflower. And there an ember found its way into my chest, small, patient, eternal. Time moved on, as it always does. Other hands found mine, other mornings learned my name, and love, real and living, walked beside me. Yet still, beneath all that warmth, that first ember never asked to be extinguished. From that first ray of light to this resting hour, the moment and feelings never faded. It crystallized, not into longing alone, but into diamond. A fossil kissed by sunrise, warmed through borrowed daylight, carried quietly until dusk. Every late afternoon, the golden sun slowly lowers itself, the world is bathed in amber tones. And the stars, faithful, knowing, whisper what they have always known. tomorrow, and forever. For some where in time, Amber remains, not a wound, not a regret, but love caught mid-glow, a dream that never came true, a honeyed Amberly tone holding the sun itself, still warm, still kind, after twenty years and so. …. A memory that refused to cool.

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One day you will reach the summit and be adored with fascination beyond compare.

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Dec 12, 2024

Dec 12, 2024 at 3:58 AM UTC

The Peak Beyond Clouds

One day you will reach the summit and be adored with fascination beyond compare.

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Ikaw ang awit ng puso Sa piling mo ay paraiso Binubulong ng hangin Pangalan **** kay lambing Ikaw ay paro-paro. Mailap at mapaglaro Langit kapag ikaw ay pinagmamasdan Mga mata ay ayaw kang pakawalan, Ikaw ay paro-paro. Halina sa aking hardin At ating libutin Mga halamang hitik sayo ng pagtingin Na katulad ng aking damdamin. Dumapo ka sana upang ikaw ay malapitan Iingatan ka at hinding hindi sasaktan Sa piling ng mga bulaklak, huwag kang mag-alinlangan. Huwag kang matakot Sapagka't pag-ibig ko sayo ay bumabalot.

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Dec 9, 2024

Dec 9, 2024 at 1:25 AM UTC

Paro-Paro

Ikaw ang awit ng puso Sa piling mo ay paraiso Binubulong ng hangin Pangalan **** kay lambing Ikaw ay paro-paro. Mailap at mapaglaro Langit kapag ikaw ay pinagmamasdan Mga mata ay ayaw kang pakawalan, Ikaw ay paro-paro. Halina sa aking hardin At ating libutin Mga halamang hitik sayo ng pagtingin Na katulad ng aking damdamin. Dumapo ka sana upang ikaw ay malapitan Iingatan ka at hinding hindi sasaktan Sa piling ng mga bulaklak, huwag kang mag-alinlangan. Huwag kang matakot Sapagka't pag-ibig ko sayo ay bumabalot.

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I am many things, quietly, A poet whose words flow softly through the stillness, A writer, shaping thoughts into words That speak when silence is too loud. In art, I find my voice— A visual artist, crafting from dreams, Letting colors spill where they may, Shaping moments that feel like they've always existed. But I am also hands that build, A builder, laying stones to form something lasting, Designing spaces where ideas and reality meet, Where simple things become more than they seem. And when the world demands structure, I walk in the realm of reason, Working with systems and numbers, Not as a master, but as one who listens, Helping them find their place. Imagination is my quiet guide, A spark that moves both thought and action, For I do not only think—I feel, And let my heart lead the way. I am no grandmaster of any single thing, But a humble creator, Working with hands, mind, and soul, Ever learning, ever doing, With pride, but never boasting, For the art I create is simply the best of me.

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Dec 9, 2024

Dec 9, 2024 at 1:07 AM UTC

A Symphony of Many Hands

I am many things, quietly, A poet whose words flow softly through the stillness, A writer, shaping thoughts into words That speak when silence is too loud. In art, I find my voice— A visual artist, crafting from dreams, Letting colors spill where they may, Shaping moments that feel like they've always existed. But I am also hands that build, A builder, laying stones to form something lasting, Designing spaces where ideas and reality meet, Where simple things become more than they seem. And when the world demands structure, I walk in the realm of reason, Working with systems and numbers, Not as a master, but as one who listens, Helping them find their place. Imagination is my quiet guide, A spark that moves both thought and action, For I do not only think—I feel, And let my heart lead the way. I am no grandmaster of any single thing, But a humble creator, Working with hands, mind, and soul, Ever learning, ever doing, With pride, but never boasting, For the art I create is simply the best of me.

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Quiet winds whisper, Not all battles are your own — Leave them to the storm.

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Sep 30, 2024

Sep 30, 2024 at 10:27 AM UTC

Not Every Path Calls Your Feet

Quiet winds whisper, Not all battles are your own — Leave them to the storm.

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Yes, I abetted Albeit, not the sum of gelt You know that's my heart.

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Sep 25, 2024

Sep 25, 2024 at 2:02 PM UTC

Wellspring of Will

Yes, I abetted Albeit, not the sum of gelt You know that's my heart.

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Two voices speak loud, Each truth holds half of the light, Wisdom in balance.

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Sep 23, 2024

Sep 23, 2024 at 3:31 AM UTC

SIDE A & SIDE B

Two voices speak loud, Each truth holds half of the light, Wisdom in balance.

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Quiet masks the beast, Push me, and you'll meet the fangs— Unseen wrath released.

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Sep 20, 2024

Sep 20, 2024 at 7:49 AM UTC

Don't Play with Fire

Quiet masks the beast, Push me, and you'll meet the fangs— Unseen wrath released.

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She claims she's seen a pink cow, And danced on rainbows—don't ask me how! Her stories stretch from here to Andromeda, She once sold moonlight in glass jars! ...But nope it's nonsense every time. Her tale of stories where nothing's ever true!

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Sep 10, 2024

Sep 10, 2024 at 9:51 AM UTC

The Pathological Liar

She claims she's seen a pink cow, And danced on rainbows—don't ask me how! Her stories stretch from here to Andromeda, She once sold moonlight in glass jars! ...But nope it's nonsense every time. Her tale of stories where nothing's ever true!

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You stand tall But your shadow is thin A hollow echo of who you pretend to be. Your words fall like brittle dry leaves-- Broken and empty. Scattered by the wind that dares to blow.

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Sep 10, 2024

Sep 10, 2024 at 12:22 AM UTC

A Hollow Echo

You stand tall But your shadow is thin A hollow echo of who you pretend to be. Your words fall like brittle dry leaves-- Broken and empty. Scattered by the wind that dares to blow.

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