Tag: Free Verse

  • The Ones Behind the Light: A Supporting Cast Appreciation Poem #BlogchatterWrapParty @Blogchatter

    The Ones Behind the Light: A Supporting Cast Appreciation Poem #BlogchatterWrapParty @Blogchatter

    They stood behind the curtain, not asking for applause— only steadying the light so my voice could find its own reflection. Because every creator burns brighter when someone else tends the flame. #Poetry #Gratitude #CreativeJourney #SupportingCast #WritersLife #BehindTheScenes #ArtCommunity #Inspiration #ThankYou #FreeVerse

  • Trailer for 2026 – A vision reel of the year ahead #BlogchatterWrapParty

    Trailer for 2026 – A vision reel of the year ahead #BlogchatterWrapParty

    2026 begins not with noise, but with a heartbeat. Not with resolutions, but with remembering— how light learns to rise through the prism of intention. This is not another year, this is the sequel to transformation. #TrailerFor2026 #FreeVerse #VisionPoem #Becoming #NewBeginnings #PoeticJourney #CreativeVision #MindfulLiving #WritingCommunity #2026Goals #PersonalGrowth #PurposeAndPresence

  • The Pilgrims of Ionized Light: A Journey Through Cosmic Rays and Human Consciousness

    The Pilgrims of Ionized Light: A Journey Through Cosmic Rays and Human Consciousness

    They move relentlessly, pieces of elements torn from the periodic hymn— protons, electrons, nuclei— traveling near the speed of divine thought. A universe speaking in invisible lightning, writing itself into silicon and bone. They strike our atmosphere like forgotten prayers, creating new particles, new miracles, new questions.Even our machines confess their fragility— data shifts, bits…

  • A Tower Built on Echoes: A Meditation on Ambition and Impermanence

    A Tower Built on Echoes: A Meditation on Ambition and Impermanence

    In this geometric sprawl of wood and wanting,where stories stack like sediment through centuries,rises a monument to human hunger—not for gold or conquest, but for presence,for the stubborn insistence that we were here,that our hands shaped something against the sky.The engraver’s pen trembles with purpose,this old print breathing its careful lines into being,and I see…

  • Mind is Madness. Only When I Go Beyond the Mind is There Meditation

    Mind is Madness. Only When I Go Beyond the Mind is There Meditation

    In the small crack between thoughts, silence opens— not earned, not forced, but born like dawn without announcement. There, beyond the mind, madness melts into meditation. #MeditationPoetry #Mindfulness #SpiritualAwakening #PoeticTruth #InnerPeace #ExistentialArt #ModernMystic #BeyondTheMind

  • The Place That Knows My Name

    The Place That Knows My Name

    There is a place I return to without moving, a shoreline of memory where waves are made of voices and unfinished prayers. It is not on any map, yet it waits beneath my breathing, a quiet country of light and salt that keeps remembering me. #Poetry #FreeVerse #SpokenWord #EmotionalPoetry #FavoritePlace #InnerJourney #Nostalgia #TravelPoetry #Memory #ModernPoetry

  • Every Successful Person Has a Painful Story

    Every Successful Person Has a Painful Story

    Every success begins in silence — in nights of self-doubt, in moments when the world seems to forget your name. This poem explores the unspoken connection between pain and growth, showing how every painful story holds the seed of triumph. It’s a lyrical tribute to resilience, acceptance, and the quiet promise of victory that follows…

  • Holding Hands Isn’t Possession—It’s Connection

    Holding Hands Isn’t Possession—It’s Connection

    A meditative poetic journey through tenderness, love, and human closeness—reminding that holding hands is not ownership but a moment of shared being. Each touch whispers a simple truth: stay, not because you must, but because presence itself is sacred. #FreeVerse #LovePoetry #HumanConnection #Mindfulness #EmotionalIntimacy #PoeticJourney #SoulfulWriting #StayWithMe #ModernPoetry #PebbleGalaxy

  • When the Earth Chooses Its Favorite Month

    When the Earth Chooses Its Favorite Month

    Time turns through landscapes, not calendars—each month unfolding as a pulse of light, water, and breath. In this free verse poem, I try to listen to the Earth’s quiet language: frost whispering in January, rain forgiving in July, and leaves applauding in October. A lyrical journey through change, belonging, and the infinite conversation between nature…

  • What’s My Favorite Month of the Year? A Journey Through Time and Self

    What’s My Favorite Month of the Year? A Journey Through Time and Self

    Exploring the emotional landscape of time moving through each month as a mirror of inner change—from January’s quiet beginnings to October’s graceful endings—finding meaning, transformation, and peace within the rhythm of seasons. #PoetryOfTime #ReflectionPoetry #SeasonalJourney #LifeInSeasons #WritingCommunity #EmotionalGrowth #LiteraryArt #MindfulPoetry #SelfDiscovery #PoetryOfChange #WhatIsYourFavoriteMonth #Poetry