Tag: Poetry
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Juxtaposition: My High School Lexicon Unfurling #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
This very long poem explores the profound lesson of “Juxtaposition” learned during my high school. It captures the constant interplay of my contrasting experiences and evolving perspectives that shaped my understanding of the world. The poem revolves around the central “Juxtaposition” word, revealing its enduring significance in personal growth and memory.
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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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Driftwood Echoes #poetry #BlogchatterA2Z
The echoes linger. The silence persists. And yet, the heart beats on—scarred, but wiser. A story concludes not with forgetting, but with the grace of remembering, and the courage to begin again.
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Cartography of Longing: A Lexicon of the Unspoken #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A shard of light. Not yet defined. A tremor in the air. Not quite a presence, not quite an absence. Something between shadow and form, a whisper of existence. A moment poised at the edge of articulation. The shimmer of a thought, waiting to be born. A pulse beneath stillness, barely perceptible. A disturbance in…
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Broken Harmonies: An Elegy for the Absurd #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
your fingers are matchsticks— you strike them against my spine, watching me burn for the sport of it, a pyromaniac of the soul, igniting my vulnerabilities. the embers glowed with a dangerous beauty, a fleeting warmth that always turned to ash. you said love was a song, but we only knew the screams, a discordant…
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Viscous Gel & Pixelated Ghosts: A Pandemic Adaptation #poetry
The air, once a lung-filling expanse, now curdled, a viscous gel clinging to the edges of breath. Did you notice the shift? The subtle molecular rearrangement of fear? I did. My skin, a porous membrane, registered the change first. A prickling unease, like phantom static from a disconnected world.” (Alternatively, a more fragmented excerpt): “Screen…
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A Guilt-Free Life: A Manifesto of Liberty #poetry #BlogchatterA2Z
A guilt-free life is not a polished stone, smooth and unblemished. It is a feral thing—unshaved, untamed, unrepentant—rolling in the dirt of existence, teeth bared not in defense but in joy. This poetic manifesto dismantles the weight of regret and embraces the wild, unapologetic now.
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I Remember You for No Good Reason #poetry
You are the hum in the floorboards of a place that no longer exists, a blueprint the wind erased, a doorbell pressed by no one. Your voice is a shadow cast by a moth too small to matter. Why do you linger like dust in unopened books?
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The Hollow Bones of Dominion: An Ode to the Bald Eagle #poetry
Before it was egg, it was wind—an incantation whistled through the ribcage of extinct beasts, a secret folded in the sinew of time. The sky whispered a name long before it was given wings.
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The Shape of Us #poetry
Love sways, fear locks, anger cracks, loneliness tilts, and hope stretches. If emotions took shape, would they hold or break?
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