When we think of love poems, we often picture two people: the one who loves and the one who is loved. Yet, there’s a fascinating paradox: the true author of the poem isn’t always the person in the relationship . Often, the one writing it is the observer—the one who feels the pain and turns it into words. A love poem is born from » Continue Reading
There is a chair that waits for you at the table you do not know. No matter how many times you have passed through other rooms, sat at familiar tables surrounded by familiar faces, this one is different. It is silent, unassuming, yet it holds a promise that only curiosity can recognize. Poetry is like that chair. It is a space reserved not by invitation, but by the quiet insistence of your own des... » Continue Reading
Poetry has always been a silent refuge, a space where words do not need to shout to be heard. For those who feel the world with an intensity that cannot always fit into everyday conversation, poetry becomes a secret language, a way to express what silence protects and glances reveal without noise. Introverts find in verses a mirror reflecting their most delicate thoughts, their subtlest emotions, ... » Continue Reading
Poetry has always had its gaze fixed on nature . From the ancient classics to contemporary verses, poets have observed and named mountains, rivers, skies, seasons, flowers, and animals not merely as description, but as mirrors of our own emotions. Every landscape becomes a metaphor, every river or forest reflects what we feel, a place where we project joys, nostalgias, sorrows, or wonder. This has... » Continue Reading