Tag: Introspection
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Look Out of the Window: The World Looks Back at You #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
When I look out of the window, the world rearranges itself as though waiting for its portrait. A sparrow trembles on a clothesline, a woman sweeps her courtyard, and the sky keeps rewriting its language of clouds. What fascinates me is not the world’s movement, but its quiet agreement to exist—alive, fleeting, and endlessly aware…
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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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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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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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This Is My Soul Undergoing Human Experiences
A meditative poem on surrender, divine timing, and the soul’s quiet resilience through human emotions and loss of control. #SoulJourney #DivineTiming #SpiritualPoetry #EmotionalHealing #MindfulLiving #IntrospectiveWriting #FreeVersePoetry #PersonalGrowth #LettingGo #InnerPeace
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Never Saw One Quite Like It — Craving For The Art of Organized Chaos
“In the heart of every storm lies a rhythm waiting to be named. My middle name is chaos—but not the kind that destroys. It’s the kind that rearranges, reshapes, and creates hope out of fragments, where even disarray hums like a song being born.” #Poetry #FreeVerse #SelfDiscovery #IntrospectiveWriting #Hope #ChaosAndOrder #CreativeSoul #OrganizedChaos #SpiritualAwakening #PoeticJourney
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What Would I Do If I Lost All My Possessions?: When Nothing Is Mine
What remains when all possessions vanish — tracing the quiet beauty, fear, and freedom that emerge from complete loss. Let’s unravel the meaning of ownership, identity, and inner awakening in the void of material things. #Poetry #Minimalism #Mindfulness #SelfDiscovery #SpiritualAwakening #LettingGo #PoeticReflection #InnerPeace #LifeLessons
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The Unnoticed Symphony: What Details of My Life Deserve Attention? – A Reflection
This piece of poetry explores the overlooked details that shape our lives, inviting readers into a journey of emotional, psychological, spiritual, and intellectual introspection. Through vivid imagery and candid reflection, it asks us to pause and gently notice the subtle, profound moments that often pass unseen, opening the doorway to deeper presence and self-discovery.
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What’s Your #1 Priority Tomorrow?
Tomorrow waits, patient and full of possibility. What will you give it? What will it give you in return? The answer lives in the space between question and action, between intention and deed, between the heart’s knowing and the courage to follow where it leads.
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