Poetry Hub

Tag: Storytelling

  • 🎭 Between Truth and Theatre đŸŽ­

    🎭 Between Truth and Theatre đŸŽ­

    Between truth and theatre lies a trembling line—thin as breath, fragile as conscience. One unmasks, the other performs. In a world dazzled by applause, voices rise not always to tell but to entertain. The pen and the prank both gather crowds—but only one draws clarity from the noise. #Poetry #FreeVerse #TruthAndTheatre #ArtVsIllusion #Storytelling #ModernPoetry #WritersOfInstagram…

  • The Quiet Companion #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    The Quiet Companion #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    In the worn leather-bound pages of my journal, I find silence transformed into words—raw, unfiltered, and deeply mine. Between ink and paper, a silent companion holds my fears, dreams, and whispered truths, offering a refuge where my soul can breathe. This is our story—a quiet dialogue of trust, vulnerability, and the unspoken strength found in…

  • Fleeting Pages: A Book I Have Read The Fastest #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    Fleeting Pages: A Book I Have Read The Fastest #BlogchatterHalfMarathon @Blogchatter

    The moment I lifted you—pages thick with whispers, hands trembling with hunger—I knew, though my mind slowed, my heart raced along a different clock. No hands, no ticking. Only the pulse of a story, urgent as breath, calling me inside. #FreeVersePoetry #BookLovers #ReadingJourney #PoetryOfEmotion #RapidReading #LiteraryConnection #EmotionalPoetry #ProtagonistVoices #StorytellingMagic #PoetryCommunity

  • What Skill Would I Like to Learn?: An Exploration

    What Skill Would I Like to Learn?: An Exploration

    A deep meditation on the skills that matter beyond practicality—silence, presence, love, forgiveness, and being enough. A free verse poem exploring the art of learning to live fully and authentically.

  • Proud Inheritance: A Tapestry of Cultural Heritage

    Proud Inheritance: A Tapestry of Cultural Heritage

    In this long poem, I reflect on the aspects of my cultural heritage that live within me—language, food, rituals, stories, resilience, craft, and family. Each memory is not just history but a living thread, reminding me of continuity, belonging, and pride in traditions that shape my present and extend into future generations.

  • Nine Voices: A Connected Journey

    Nine Voices: A Connected Journey

    In Nine Voices: A Connected Journey, poetic voices converge to explore the fluidity of identity, the beauty of listening, and the silent power of memory. From a baker’s quiet rituals to the dusty echoes of a forgotten trunk, this reflective cycle moves through grief, growth, and the sacred rhythm of becoming. Each piece is a…

  • You Know What? I Quit.

    You Know What? I Quit.

    “I quit because I lost track of who I was doing it for. There was a time I would write with dirt beneath my fingernails… Now I Google ‘trending themes.’” This isn’t surrender. It’s reclamation. I’m not going silent — I’m going sovereign.

  • What Mamaw Told the Creek

    What Mamaw Told the Creek

    “Don’t cross no river mad,” she’d warn. “It remembers.” In the hush of Tucker’s Ridge, Mamaw held the past like a quilt in her lap—stitched with floods, love gone sideways, and the music of a creek that always knew more than it said.

  • Threadbare Truths: What’s the Oldest Thing I’m Wearing Today?

    Threadbare Truths: What’s the Oldest Thing I’m Wearing Today?

    What if the oldest thing I’m wearing isn’t fabric or metal, but the mole on my neck, the laugh that cracked at sixteen, or the thread that remembers a forgotten promise? This is not just a poem—it’s a slow unraveling of what clings to the skin, and what refuses to fade. Dive into a tapestry…

  • Ephemeral People in the Subway of the Mind #poetry

    Ephemeral People in the Subway of the Mind #poetry

    Sometimes, all it takes is a single moment — a glance, a line of Neruda, a napkin prophecy — for someone to etch themselves into your soul forever. In this poem, fleeting strangers become eternal companions in the mind’s subway.