Tag: Poetry

  • The Quiet Architecture of Strength

    The Quiet Architecture of Strength

    Strength is not always loud or visible. Sometimes it is the courage to remain calm in the presence of negativity, to protect one’s inner world, and to walk away without needing to explain or defend. In choosing silence over reaction and peace over provocation, we rise—not above others, but above the noise that seeks to…

  • The Turn: The Hollow Shortcut

    The Turn: The Hollow Shortcut

    The map promised a shortcut through the ridge, but the warning sign was gone. I followed the tracks into the limestone mouth where the headlights died and the engine fell silent. ​#Cherita #FlashFiction #CaveMystery #Storytelling #Lost

  • What the Day Leaves Behind: tanka-prose

    What the Day Leaves Behind: tanka-prose

    As daylight bends toward evening, even shadows hesitate—caught between departure and stillness. In the gentler pause of late afternoon, we learn that presence leaves softer traces than pursuit. #TankaProse #MindfulMoments #EveningLight #PoetryCommunity #Reflections

  • The Folly of the Endless Mirror

    The Folly of the Endless Mirror

    We bend ourselves into reflections, hoping to be loved by every gaze. But the soul was never meant to shine in all directions. It was meant to root, to burn true, and to become whole by refusing the endless mirror. A contemplative poetic journey through selfhood, identity, and the quiet courage of choosing authenticity over…

  • Becoming Without Perfection: Don’t Get Tied Up in Perfection

    Becoming Without Perfection: Don’t Get Tied Up in Perfection

    Don’t get tied up in perfection— the stars never asked to shine flawlessly. Each breath, a quiet revolution, each step, a constellation forming. Transformation hums beneath the ordinary, in moss-soft persistence and patient skies. We are becoming, not finishing— in every small win, the cosmos expands. #FreeVerse #SpiritualGrowth #MindfulLiving #PoetryOfBecoming #PebbleGalaxy #InnerJourney #SoulWriting #CosmicAwareness

  • The Ones Behind the Light: A Supporting Cast Appreciation Poem #BlogchatterWrapParty @Blogchatter

    The Ones Behind the Light: A Supporting Cast Appreciation Poem #BlogchatterWrapParty @Blogchatter

    They stood behind the curtain, not asking for applause— only steadying the light so my voice could find its own reflection. Because every creator burns brighter when someone else tends the flame. #Poetry #Gratitude #CreativeJourney #SupportingCast #WritersLife #BehindTheScenes #ArtCommunity #Inspiration #ThankYou #FreeVerse

  • Trailer for 2026 – A vision reel of the year ahead #BlogchatterWrapParty

    Trailer for 2026 – A vision reel of the year ahead #BlogchatterWrapParty

    2026 begins not with noise, but with a heartbeat. Not with resolutions, but with remembering— how light learns to rise through the prism of intention. This is not another year, this is the sequel to transformation. #TrailerFor2026 #FreeVerse #VisionPoem #Becoming #NewBeginnings #PoeticJourney #CreativeVision #MindfulLiving #WritingCommunity #2026Goals #PersonalGrowth #PurposeAndPresence

  • When the Noise Falls Silent

    When the Noise Falls Silent

    There comes a moment when your spirit whispers what your mind refuses to hear — that peace is the truest measure of belonging. When the Noise Falls Silent is a meditation on courage, release, and the soul’s quiet reclamation of time, energy, and authenticity. Let go. Two words with the weight of oceans. They taste…

  • Today Is the Day

    Today Is the Day

    Today is the day—not tomorrow, not someday. The light does not wait for you to be ready; it simply arrives. So rise, and claim the space where your purpose has been waiting. #TodayIsTheDay #GoodMorningThoughts #PurposeAndProgress #MindfulMoments #PoeticMotivation #FreeVerse #PersonalGrowth #MorningPoetry #InspirationDaily #AwakenYourPotential #PoetOfPurpose #RiseAndShine

  • Share Five Things I’m Good At 

    Share Five Things I’m Good At 

    I’m good at listening. Not the kind that fills silence with words, but the kind that holds space— quiet as the pause between heartbeats, soft as a shadow folding itself beneath the sky.I listen to what is spoken, and more to what blooms in the stillness— the breath unsaid, the tremor beneath phrase, the fragile…