Category: #Poetry
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They Whisper, They Roar: The Odyssey of My Shoes
My shoes? Ah, my shoes—not mere leather and lace, but the conspirators of my wanderlust. They have whispered secrets in moonlit alleys, roared through storm-drunk streets, and danced on forgotten battlefields. They remember every step, every scrape, every place where time stood still. Listen, and they will tell you stories of mystery, adventure, and the…
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New Neighbor, Old Ghost #WriteAPageADay #620
A moving truck, a familiar face, and a past that refuses to stay buried. When an old friend returns as a new neighbor, the echoes of childhood stir, weaving memory and reality into an unfinished story.
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Books That Made Me Go ‘What??’ An Odyssey of Literary Chaos #WriteAPageADay #1050
I reach the last page. Or so I think. It folds into another. And another. The story writhes, refuses to conclude, characters resurrect, plotlines unravel, an author laughs from the shadows. I try to close the book, but the pages flutter like a trapped bird, refusing to be caged, refusing to be finished.
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Happiness is an Inside Job: A Poetic Exploration Across Perspectives #WriteAPageADay #825
Happiness isn’t a destination, a prize, or a fleeting emotion—it’s an ongoing dialogue between the self and the world. This poem takes you through shifting perspectives—to reveal that happiness was always within, waiting for you to listen.
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My Rules to Getting Stuff Done #WriteAPageADay #700
Completion is a mirage. No masterpiece is ever done, only abandoned at the right moment. I do not chase the end—I let it find me when it is ready.
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What Would I Do If I Knew I Would Not Fail? I Would—(No, I Already Did) #WriteAPageADay #850
I would—(No, I already did). I built cathedrals in the wind, unzipped gravity, and breathed in failure like oxygen. I sculpted oceans from reflections, burned maps, and let hesitation bloom into something unbreakable. What would you do if you knew you would not fail? No—what will you do, now that you know?
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Fracture Hymn: The Beauty of Breaking and Healing #W3Prompt
Broke once. Broke twice. Screamed into the hollow of myself, but the echoes stitched me back.
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Echoes for Tomorrow: A Poetic Legacy for Future Generations #WriteAPageADay #1100
I will not be here to see what remains, but I will leave echoes stitched into the fabric of things too quiet to notice—a lullaby, a bridge, a lesson whispered in the dark. Let them inherit not just the world I shaped, but the tools to shape it anew.
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What Would I Wear If My Wardrobe Door Is Stuck? #WriteAPageADay #725
A poetic journey of self-discovery woven through the metaphor of a stuck wardrobe door. As I stand at the edge of morning, I explore what it means to “wear” the world and myself in a moment of uncertainty. The wardrobe remains closed, and I search for meaning in the fabric of my own existence.
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The Grand Game: Life, Choices, and the Dance of Victory
In the grand game of life, we move like pawns on a chessboard, driven by decisions, chances, and the rhythmic dance of time. The pursuit of victory isn’t simply about winning, but about navigating the choices that shape us. From the quiet sacrifices of the pawns to the bold risks of dancing with fate, this…
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