Tag: Love and Loss
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The Weight of Unspoken Goodbyes
I remember the night the decision crystallized, not as a moment but as a slow erosion—like a river carving its path through stone, relentless and inevitable. #Poetry #EmotionalJourney #LoveAndLoss #PersonalGrowth #FreeVersePoem #DifficultChoices #IntrospectiveWriting
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The Hardest Goodbye: Lessons from Losing What Stayed Within #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
A quiet meditation on parting, this free verse poem explores how the hardest goodbye isn’t always to a person—but to the version of ourselves that existed beside them. As grief softens into understanding, the poem unfolds as a journey from silence to self-acceptance, revealing how love, even in farewell, continues to teach us how to…
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Light Between the Silence: A Poetic Triptych on Tenderness, Grief, and the Quiet Fight to Stay Whole
He listens to the hush between heartbeats… She steps into the day, carrying the invisible weight of battles fought in unseen places… The children laugh with earth-stained hands, tugging gently at the horizon. Together, they are a family stitched not just by blood, but by the quiet miracle of persistence. In silence and sunlight, in…
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To Love and Let Go
To love what can leave. To hold what can die. To let go without flinching— this is how we live, bravely, in a world built on vanishing things.
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Steep and Exposed
When love is a ridgeline and every step a choice, some climb to escape—others descend to return. A poetic journey through risk, memory, and the courage it takes to let go.
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The Bench of Whispers #MonologuePoem #PoeticMonologue
In a quiet corner of Delhi, Elara sits on a familiar park bench, speaking softly to her late husband, Rohan. Through memories, reflections, and subtle grief, she weaves a poignant monologue that captures love, loss, and the delicate act of holding on—even when one must eventually let go.
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Fractured Echoes of an Unsaid Love #poetry
Was I serious when I said I love you, or was I a magician pulling a trick on myself? Was it the kind of love that stitches wounds, or the kind that carves them deeper? And when you looked at me, was it understanding, or just the polite way people stare at paintings they don’t…
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My First Love: A Heartfelt Journey Through Innocence, Connection, and Growth #BlogchatterHalfMarathon #MyFirstLove
An unforgettable journey of my first love, where innocence met connection, and the bittersweet lessons of love and loss shaped the person I am today. This story takes you through the highs and lows of young love and the memories that last a lifetime.
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