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Everything is Spiritual but Unrealized
Unseen, yet it breathes — Spirit wears the skin of dust, Light hides in shadow. A deeply introspective free verse poem exploring the truth that all existence is inherently spiritual — even when unseen or misunderstood. Through the voice of awakening, it reflects on the sacredness hidden within the ordinary and the unfolding of realization.…
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The Art of Reasoning with Hope
Positive thinking not a blind optimism, but a conscious art of reasoning — a dialogue between fear and faith, between despair and desire. Through quiet self-conversation, emotional honesty, and the gentle persistence of hope, the poem reveals how reasoning with oneself becomes both survival and art — a way to find light not by ignoring…
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Fleeting Pages: A Book I Have Read The Fastest #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
The moment I lifted you—pages thick with whispers, hands trembling with hunger—I knew, though my mind slowed, my heart raced along a different clock. No hands, no ticking. Only the pulse of a story, urgent as breath, calling me inside. #FreeVersePoetry #BookLovers #ReadingJourney #PoetryOfEmotion #RapidReading #LiteraryConnection #EmotionalPoetry #ProtagonistVoices #StorytellingMagic #PoetryCommunity
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Walk Gently in the Lives of Others
There are people who carry quiet storms inside them, smiling through invisible wounds the world never sees. This poem is an invitation to slow down, to listen with the heart, and to move gently through the fragile spaces of other human lives. For not all pain is visible, and not all strength makes a sound.…
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Give Yourself a Chance
Stop doubting. Stop waiting. Give yourself the chance to rise, to change, to become. Life is too short to live in silence and fear. Be alive. Be passionate. Be overflowing. When your knees ache and your memory fades, you’ll smile knowing you began. #SelfBelief #CourageToChange, #Motivation #PersonalGrowth #LiveFully #FailureIsLearning #Transformation #Hope #Inspiration #GiveYourselfAChance
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The Last Four Books I Read #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
A journey through the last four books I read—each a voice shaping who I am. The Philosopher, the Rebel, the Artist, and the Human: four companions guiding me through silence, courage, creation, and love. Reading is not escape; it’s transformation. In this introspective free verse journey, four books speak as four voices—the Philosopher, the Rebel,…
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A Goodbye Letter to Writer’s Block #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
In your silence, I found myself — stripped of performance, learning that not every pause is punishment, sometimes it’s the breath before truth writes itself. #WritersBlock #FreeVersePoetry #GoodbyeLetter #PoetryCommunity #WritersOfInstagram #CreativeHealing #IntrospectivePoetry #WritingJourney #PoeticReflection #EmotionalGrowth
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The Return of the Forgotten Light #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
There was a time I folded my dreams behind the curtain of responsibilities, believing adulthood meant forgetting color. Years later, a child’s painting woke something sleeping inside me— and I found myself returning to the silence between brush and breath. What I thought I gave up had simply been waiting for the day I’d remember…
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Habits That Reflect Me Without Me in the Picture #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
In the silence after I leave the room, my habits keep speaking for me — the clean desk, the folded towel, the shoes in their place. Each quiet act echoes a truth: that the smallest routines reveal more of my soul than any photograph ever could. #Poetry #MindfulLiving #HabitsAndPersonality #IntrospectiveWriting #MinimalistPoetry #HumanEssence #PoeticReflections #LifeThroughDetails #PoetryOfHabits
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The Unfinished Line #1 #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
You trace the edge of dawn with your fingertips, aching for something unseen— a whisper caught between breath and silence. In the quiet, I listen— to the murmurs beneath the wind, to the heartbeat of the unseen, and wonder if you hear it too. The story unfolds in shadows, a dance of words and silence,…
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