Tag: FreeVersePoetry
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The Object That Learned the Shape of Me
I keep it in the lowest drawer, beneath expired warranties and forgotten manuals—not because it is useful, but because it remembers me. This poem traces the quiet life of an object that refused to be discarded, becoming a witness to change, loss, endurance, and the strange way memory settles into the ordinary. What begins as…
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Te’ora: Where the Inner Journey Meets the Cosmos
Te’ora arrives not as a revelation but as recognition— that I have always been inside something listening. Between the smallest thought and the largest sky, I soften, learning that connection, not certainty, is what makes the vastness bearable. #Teora #FreeVersePoetry #InnerJourney #CosmicAwareness #PebbleGalaxy
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When My Younger Self Asked Me for Advice
If my younger self asked me for advice today, I wouldn’t offer instructions or certainty. I would speak of time as an ocean, of confusion as soil, of becoming as a slow remembering. I would say you are not late, not broken, only in motion—learning to listen to your body, your fear, and the quiet…
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What the Ear Learns Before the Eye
Silence arrives before language, before the naming of things. It is not empty but textured, holding breath and meaning within it. Sound, unseen yet deeply felt, travels through memory, nature, and the cosmos, carrying us across time and inner landscapes. Together, silence and sound become invisible guides—shaping the soul, opening doors to reflection, and connecting…
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Ten Quiet Fires for 2026: A Vision Board Written in Starlight
My vision board is quieter than paper and pins. It lives behind my ribs, where intentions take longer to form and therefore last. Ten quiet fires guide me through 2026—not as resolutions, but as constellations I return to whenever I forget where I am going. #VisionBoard2026 #FreeVersePoetry #InnerJourney #CosmicReflections #PebbleGalaxy
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Where Light Learns Your Name: Grace, Intention, and Self-Chosen Joy
You awaken not with fanfare, but with a quiet inhale— a calm recognition that the soul does not beg for sunlight; it already glows from the memory of stars it once belonged to. #FreeVerse #SoulAwakening
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A Man Who Changed My Sky
He did not come wrapped in thunder, no burning bush marked his arrival, only the soft gravity of calmness— that quiet way some stars teach the night how to glow without noise, without demand. #FreeVerse #MentorMagic #StarlitWisdom #QuietRevolution #PoetryHeals
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