Original Poems Rooted in Thought, Written in Stillness.
These are not poems written to fill space. They are original in the truest sense, drawn from silence, sharpened by reflection, and left to ferment before finding a page.
Welcome to a collection of original poems shaped by solitude and made whole by language. Each piece is an echo of a moment: a gesture toward meaning, a resistance to noise.
Whether you come here often or have stumbled in uninvited—please stay. There’s something in this quiet for you too.
Tangled Lines
An introspective poem about losing direction, questioning truth, and finding clarity in the aftermath of uncertainty.
What strange and shifting tides these days reveal,
A month that cracked and turned me inside out.
The world once clear is now a spinning wheel,
A storm of thoughts, of purpose tinged with doubt.
Chasing Enough
A poem reflecting on ambition, contentment, and the quiet struggle of chasing more than we need. For anyone questioning the balance between wealth and peace.
Though health is mine, and love, and dreams once sought,
Though life abroad unfolds just as I planned,
I find my heart still craving to withstand
The weight of days where balance must be caught.
Heretic’s Call
Heretic’s Call is a compelling political poem that delves into the complexities of belief and societal unrest, reflecting the challenges of navigating modern ideologies.
Heretic. Charlie Kirk. The Great Prayer Experiment –
Kept me up all night, my thoughts were spent.
For what confuses is the youth’s deep plight,
Some say, “Make America Great Again,” let’s fight with might.
Silent Hands
A poem about the quiet end of a lifelong craft. For anyone who’s felt the shift from active creation to stillness, with love for what remains.
She wove her threads until her hands gave way,
The universe, relentless, whispered “It’s enough.”
But passion doesn’t yield to what our bodies say,
It lives in stitches, speaks through pain, through rough.
Sip of Life
A poem about wanderlust, aging, and quiet resilience. For those who find small anchors, like coffee, amid life’s shifting dreams and uncertainties.
Two months of wandering, shadows in flight,
The coffee is bitter, yet somehow just right.
I’m lost in the heat of a Cypriot sun,
Dreams of marathons melting, undone.
Cradle of Caution
A reflective poem about choice, motherhood, and quiet acceptance. For those who’ve questioned their path and found clarity in stepping back from expectation.
I never wished to cradle or to hold,
The weight of futures woven, tales untold.
Not in my hands the seeds of life to sow,
For years have whispered what I fear to know.
The Ghost in the Poem
A reflective poem on creativity, authenticity, and AI’s quiet influence. For poets and writers questioning what it means to truly own the words they write.
The algorithm wants me to believe,
That feeding AI my scattered verse,
Will birth a poet, but it will deceive,
For prompts alone make poetry rehearse.
Wings Beneath the Quiet
A sad and reflective poem about grief, silence, and emotional restraint. For anyone who’s held too much for too long and found release in the quiet act of writing.
My sleep is thin, my thoughts are deep,
This restless mind won’t let things go.
The words I never dared to weep,
Still echo soft, and haunt me so.
Backspace
A poem about false memory, old habits, and the quiet return to paths once left behind. For anyone unsure whether they chose their life or circled back to it.
I thought I typed on keys that clacked and rang,
But truth was tucked beneath my faulty thread—
It wasn’t typing first, it was meringue.
Ambient Exit
A modern identity poem about boredom, self-doubt, and leaving things unfinished. For anyone who keeps abandoning something before it has the chance to become real.
They say I’m sitting, still and sweet,
A doll in hand, no shoes on feet.
But I remember leaving fast:
Was it boredom? Or, did joy not last?
Tired of Reaching
A heartfelt poem about one-sided love, emotional distance, and the quiet grief of reaching for someone who no longer reaches back. For anyone who's held on too long.
How do I let go of someone I love?
He used to play “Barbie Barbie” for me.
Now I get silence, short answers, a shrug.
Where Absence Sleeps
A tender love poem about missing someone during a brief parting. For anyone who’s felt time slow down when the person they love isn’t just across the room.
Being alone and feeling lonely too,
There’s nothing worse, they say, than that cold pair
My heart is not yet used to missing you.
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Why Original Poems Matter
Poetry is not performance.
It is precision.
Intimacy. Study.
With algorithmic verse overflowing in the digital sphere, original poems act as counterweights.
They are not regurgitated stances, nor are they mood board captions that are stretched too thin, They hold intention, form, lineation & subtext.
Through continuous study and research, I explore the traditional forms of poetry (odes, elegies, free verse) with a deliberate deviation, each poem beginning in structure but grows toward rupture.
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.
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