Tag: Philosophical Poetry
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Unmarked by His Scales: His T-Shirt Reads “Humanist”
His T-shirt reads humanist, and on his desk the polished brass scales gleam with practiced certainty. One by one he drops his uniform stones — ping on ping — and the beam tilts against all my words. None bear the mark of his name. Yet beyond the window, rivers refuse rulers, clouds cross the sun…
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Look Out of the Window: The World Looks Back at You
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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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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Books That Made Me Go ‘What??’ An Odyssey of Literary Chaos #WriteAPageADay #1050
I reach the last page. Or so I think. It folds into another. And another. The story writhes, refuses to conclude, characters resurrect, plotlines unravel, an author laughs from the shadows. I try to close the book, but the pages flutter like a trapped bird, refusing to be caged, refusing to be finished.
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Balancing Shadows and Light: Do You Spend More Time Thinking About the Future or the Past
Do you dwell in the sepia tones of your past or chase the flickering glow of the future? This poetry explores the delicate dance between yesterday’s shadows and tomorrow’s promises, inviting readers to reflect on the essence of time and self.
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The Elevator Dreams in Puzzles: A Quirky, Surreal Journey Through Space and Time #SurrealPoetry #AvantGardeWriting
In a world where giraffes wear top hats and elevators speak in riddles, we find ourselves lost in a surreal journey through space and time, questioning reality one floor at a time. What does an elevator dream of?
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