Tag: Memory
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Where the River Remembers – a tanka-prose
The river carries silences and unspoken goodbyes, bending unchanged while memories soften like moss on stone. In its patient flow, connection transforms into wind, water, and the quiet space between breaths. #TankaProse #RiverMemories #NatureHeals #PoetryHealing #TimelessLove
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When It Rains, I Remember That Evening
Now, when the rain hums against my window, the scent of wet soil turns into your voice. We sit again beneath that distant sky — together, yet alone — holding the memory of what time slipped away with…#RainPoetry #FreeVerse #Nostalgia #LostLove #MonsoonMagic #EnglishPoetry #SoulfulLines #MemoryAndRain #PoeticWhispers #EmotiveWriting
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The Chronos Paradox: A Requiem for Soul-Time
A vast, contemplative journey into the heart of human longing, exploring the agonizing gap between the soul’s infinite yearning for understanding, connection, and creation, and the brutal scarcity of Chronos (linear time). This piece blends philosophy, deep spiritual reflection, and emotional reality, revealing how the deepest experiences—from profound empathy to artistic genesis—are perpetually betrayed by…
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When Feelings Learn to Breathe Quietly
A deeply introspective free-verse poem about love, loss, and the quiet endurance of emotions that never truly leave us. It explores how feelings evolve — from raw ache to gentle rhythm — finding peace not in forgetting, but in remembering without pain. #FreeVersePoetry #EmotiveWriting #QuietHealing #UnspokenLove #PoetryOfTheSoul #InnerPeace #EmotionalJourney #HealingThroughWords #ResilientHeart #TimelessFeelings #Poetry #Feelings
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Whispers of Shelter: A Small Act of Kindness I’ll Never Forget #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
There are days when memory surges forward unexpected, unbidden—as if the past cannot bear to lie still. It begins with hunger—that slow, tender longing tugging my ribs, the way afternoons feel when the school bell releases a flood of possibility—and I had just enough for a bus ticket home. And then—a palm hovering, gentle, awkward,…
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The Anatomy of Quiet Things
A contemplative journey through dawns, silences, and the tender weight of memory. This poem unravels solitude one breath at a time—where words become bridges, faces linger in dreams, and each day ends the way it begins: in quiet promise. #PoetryOfSilence #IntrospectiveVerse #WritersSoul #EmotionalPoetry #ContemplativeWriting #ModernPoetry #DeepThoughts #CreativeJourney #PoeticReflection #TheAnatomyOfQuietThings
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If I Could Relive One Ordinary Day #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter
Some days don’t sparkle, they simply breathe— a morning without alarms, tea steaming in slow companionship, a city waking in the distance, and silence filling the spaces between minutes. If I could relive one ordinary day, it would be the one that never tried to be special— the one that simply was. #FreeVerse #PoetryOfLife #OrdinaryMoments…
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Those Years Must Have Been Really Challenging
The earth seems to be spinning faster these days— you can feel it too, can’t you? Hours slip through our fingers like dry sand we were once foolish enough to try catching in the wind.We are running for time now, not with it. The pact we made in our youth— to balance ambition against peace—…
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Let’s Meet Again, Like Drops Meet Drops
A lyrical meditation on reunion, memory, and timeless connection — let’s flow between nostalgia and renewal, exploring what it means to meet again after being lost in time. Like raindrops merging in quiet grace, it speaks of rediscovery, forgiveness, and the beauty of presence beyond words. #Poetry #LetUsMeetAgain #DropsOfRain #LoveAndLonging #Nostalgia #MindfulMoments #EmotionalWriting #TimelessConnection #PoeticSoul…
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Knowledge As Earned Truth: Tolstoy on Intellectual Effort Over Memory
Leo Tolstoy once said, “Knowledge is real knowledge only when it is acquired by the efforts of your intellect, not by memory.” This article explores how true knowledge is earned through questioning, testing, and reshaping understanding—transforming learning from passive possession into active intellectual struggle.
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