Beneath The Quiet Below — Poetry Begins.
“ I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope /
for hope would be hope for the wrong thing.”T.S. Eliot
A Quiet Invitation
Welcome to The Quiet Below, a collection of original poems and reflections dedicated to healing and personal growth.
Here you’ll find motivational poems and sad, reflective verses that turn quiet struggles into art.
The mission is to help you process trauma and find hope through poetry – from journaling for healing to insights on how to analyse poems and understand their deeper meaning.
In this quiet space, poetry becomes a form of writing therapy, guiding both readers and writers through life’s challenges.”
Latest Pieces of Poetry
Dive into the latest pieces of poetry. Each poem below is a doorway into a personal story – exploring themes from coping with trauma to finding motivation and hope. Enjoy a brief glimpse of each poem and click through to read the full piece and its reflection.
A reflective poem about identity, body image, and digital belonging. Through the lens of Tumblr’s chaotic sanctuary, it explores the power of being strange, unliked, and still standing—a tribute to misfits, memory, and the taste of truth.
Nothing tastes as good as truth feels,
and truth is, I’m a little bit weird.
Like Tumblr at midnight, still spinning,
still serving the forgotten, the feared.
A contemplative poem about burnout, ambition, and the longing to return to what matters. It unravels the threads of overcommitment and ends with a quiet vow: to run freely again, without the noise.
I’m tangled in the threads I chose to weave,
Each passion pulling gently at my soul.
A life of “want it all,” I still believe—
Yet chasing all has taken quite a toll.
A lyrical poem about memory, longing, and the quiet myths we build around places and selves. Through the haze of Florence and fragments of the past, it reflects on who we are and the stories that carry us.
Reflecting’s become a quiet art
the past a film I play in part,
fog on glass, a softened view
of what was real, and what I knew.
A grounded, reflective poem about creative burnout, unmet expectations, and the quiet grit it takes to keep going. Set in the aftermath of launching something personal, it explores the weight of persistently building in silence, showing up without applause, and finding peace in the slow process.
I call it May, but it feels like dust,
a loop of days I’ve learned to mistrust.
Fresh page, old ink — the same tired spin,
hoping this time, the new month lets me win.
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About the Poet
My name is Nadia Polydorou. I’m the creator and writer of all you see on this page―a personal dedication to my everyday life through poems.
I’m based in Cyprus, but most likely, you’ll find me behind the screens and notebooks of my scribbles - professionally, personally or otherwise.
A motivational poem about rediscovering the hunger for knowledge. From ancient Athens to Pompeii’s quiet ruins, this piece explores the moment when learning becomes personal. Perfect for readers seeking inspiration, growth, or a poetic reflection on second chances.
My hunger now to learn is deep and real,
much more than food could ever satisfy.
No dish or treat has quite the same appeal
It’s knowledge now that pulls and drives me high.