Take me, please,to the poets’ tombs.Let me wanderamong quiet stones. This section marks a shift in the poem. From inward reflection, the speaker—I—begins to move outward. Not into the world of the living, but into a space shaped by those who came before. It is not a literal place, but something imagined, symbolic, and deeply […]
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Isn’t it true—the poems I writecircle slowlyback to me? Where Poems Return There is a quiet honesty in this line—one that many writers feel but rarely say out loud. At first, writing feels like expression.A way to release thoughts, emotions, and experiences into something tangible. But over time, something shifts. The words begin to feel
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Where This Poem Began There are poems that are written to be seen. And then there are poems that are written because something inside refuses to stay quiet. The Freesias Will Know belongs to the latter. This piece did not begin with structure or intention. It began with a feeling—subtle, persistent, difficult to name. The
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If we could try, please drop by.I stood by the lake where he left me high and dry. This final section opens with a quiet invitation—a lingering wish to revisit what was left unresolved. Returning to the lake is not accidental. It is the same place where the pain first settled, where absence became real.
It’s torture. It’s manipulative like some twisted game.It loved playing with my mind.Bulls eye.Sharp eyes. Prize high.I paid the price. This verse confronts the weight of emotional manipulation. For the one who experiences betrayal, the aftermath often feels like a quiet, lingering form of torture. The moment itself may pass, but its effects remain—echoing in
In bird’s eye, he was vicious with his lies. The phrase “bird’s eye” suggests distance—seeing something from above, from a wider perspective rather than from within the moment itself. When we are inside an experience, it is often difficult to recognize deception. Emotions blur perception. We believe what we want to believe. Especially when trust
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I lived life, doing people, and making things to get by. This line reflects the quiet continuation of life after emotional upheaval. Even when we carry something heavy, life rarely pauses long enough for us to fully process it. Responsibilities remain. Routines continue. The world moves forward—whether we are ready or not. So we learn
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Head low. Cat’s eye. This line presents a striking piece of visual contrast—one that captures a quiet but powerful emotional transformation. “Head low” often signals surrender. It reflects the moment when resistance fades, when someone begins to acknowledge that something has truly ended. It is not dramatic. It is not loud. It is quiet acceptance—the
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He was a puppy crush – that’s why. This line offers an explanation—a quiet justification for the decision to turn a blind eye in the previous line. A “puppy crush” is often described as something light, almost trivial. It carries connotations of innocence, naivety, and emotions that feel overwhelming in the moment but are later
Dead eyes – he said, “I see you with clear eyes.” This line introduces one of the earliest and most striking contradictions in the poem. The phrase “dead eyes” suggests emotional distance. At first glance, his gaze feels empty—devoid of warmth, detached in a way that is difficult to define but immediately unsettling. It is
