Tag: Free Verse Poetry
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The Lesson That Wasn’t on the Timetable
The most useful thing I learned did not come from a classroom or a curriculum. It arrived quietly—through stillness, loss, unlearning, and the slow realization that life is not meant to be mastered, only listened to. This poem traces an inner journey from structured certainty to spacious awareness, where nature, time, and the cosmos become…
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A Letter to a Version of Me That No Longer Exists
This poem unfolds as a quiet letter written across time—to a self that once believed in fixed paths and permanent answers. Moving from intimate memory to cosmic awareness, it reflects on loss, transformation, and the tenderness of becoming. A meditation on how past selves do not disappear, but dissolve into the matter that shapes who…
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What My Silence Would Say If It Could Speak: When Silence Learns to Speak
What if silence was never empty—only patient? In this intimate free-verse journey, silence becomes a living presence: listening, remembering, forgiving, and slowly widening into cosmic awareness. Moving from the unsaid within the self to the vast quiet of the universe, this poem explores how stillness carries truth, how restraint shapes identity, and how silence, when…
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A Routine I Didn’t Know I Needed
It didn’t arrive with urgency or instruction, but as a soft insistence— a rhythm that asked not for change, but for attention. Somewhere between light on the floor and breath in the body, a routine revealed itself, not as repetition, but as a way of returning to what was always listening. #PebbleGalaxy #FreeVersePoetry #InnerJourney #MindfulLiving…
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The Moment I Realised I Had Changed When I Noticed the Shape of Myself Had Shifted
The moment I realized I had changed was not when I felt stronger, but when I felt less afraid of being small. Less afraid of not knowing. Less afraid of being seen mid-process, unfinished, still tender. #InnerTransformation #Becoming #FreeVersePoetry #CosmicReflection #PebbleGalaxy
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If My Inner Critic Had a Name
If my inner critic had a name, it would be Pebble—small enough to ignore, heavy enough to alter my gait. It never shouts. It measures. It waits. And for years, I mistook its weight for truth. #FreeVersePoetry #InnerLandscape #PhilosophicalWriting #SelfInquiry #PebbleGalaxy
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A Compliment I Never Forgot
I was not looking for it. That matters. The compliment arrived the way dew does—already there when I noticed the morning. It didn’t praise my voice or crown my certainty; it named my patience with mystery, and in doing so, rearranged how I remembered myself. #FreeVerse #ReflectivePoetry #ListeningAsArt #InnerCosmos #PebbleGalaxy
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What Success Looks Like on an Ordinary Day
Success, today, does not arrive wearing a badge. It sits quietly at the edge of the bed while I remember my own name before the world starts calling me by others. It looks like breath noticed, movement chosen, and a day lived without abandoning my own center. #OrdinaryDays #QuietSuccess #InnerJourney #CosmicMindfulness #PebbleGalaxy
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You Have Words
The bird does not argue with the sky. The river does not ask permission to change. The hurricane arrives whole, without apology. And you— you are given words, small at first, then dangerous, then luminous enough to rearrange a room, a relationship, a future. #YouHaveWords #FreeVersePoetry #InnerLandscape #CosmicReflection #PebbleGalaxy
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Being Is Free. Expressing Costs.
Being is free. Like air that does not invoice the lungs. Like the horizon that never asks who deserves its blue. It is later that the costs appear— when words begin wearing price tags and truth learns the language of toll booths. #FreeVersePoetry #InnerJourney #SilenceAndVoice #CosmicReflections #PebbleGalaxy
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