Tag: long poem
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Fictional Character I Relate To Most: Becoming the Cartographer of Invisible Roads
What if the Fictional Character I Relate To Most is not the strongest hero, but the one who teaches us that courage begins with ordinary choices? This contemporary hybrid long poem explores self-discovery, invisible battles, and the transformative power of stepping beyond comfort through the enduring wisdom of Bilbo Baggins.
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Everything Happens For A Reason: Nature, Humanity, Hope, and the Meaning of Life
Do you think everything happens for a reason? Exploring whether everything happens for a reason, weaving together nature, humanity, grief, hope, and life’s enduring interconnectedness.
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My Home Decoration Style: A House That Learns My Name
A contemporary poem exploring how memories, light, colours, and everyday objects shape My Home Decoration Style into a living autobiography.
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Between You and Me: The City That Learned to Whisper
A contemporary hybrid long poem exploring trust, memory, forgiveness, and human connection through the rhythm of a modern city. Between You and Me unfolds as an intimate journey of healing.
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My Biggest Dream: A Poem About Hope, Memory, Identity, and the Quiet Art of Becoming
My biggest dream is not about fame or fortune but about leaving behind kindness, stories, and hope. A contemporary hybrid long poem on identity, purpose, and becoming.
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My Dinner with Dominique Francon
And then she arrives—not with flourish, but with presence. Dominique Francon sits down opposite me, and the air around us changes. She’s exactly as I imagined and nothing like it. Younger than her photographs suggest, her beauty isn’t the kind that photographs capture well. It’s kinetic, alive, dangerous.
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An Outdated Technology I Miss the Most – The Vinyl Heartbeat of Memory
In rooms where dust motes dance like forgotten notes, I still remember the ritual—the careful removal of cellophane, the crinkle of plastic as fingers trembled with anticipation. An Outdated Technology I Miss the Most wasn’t just about sound; it was about the sacred ceremony of music discovery, the way my grandmother would sit cross-legged on…
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The Practice of Becoming: The Song Never Finished
I am still learning the lyrics, still practicing the melody, still discovering the harmony, still exploring the rhythm, still dancing to the music that plays through everything… I realize the song never finished. It simply handed the next verse to me.
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SHAPED BY STORMS: A meditation on becoming, breaking, surviving, softening, and shining
Beauty was never something I inherited; it was something I bled for, prayed for, fought through darkness for. Life did not hand me gentle beginnings— it carved me, chiseled me, taught me the language of survival before the language of love. And yet, somewhere between the breaking and the rebuilding, a new glow took shape—…
