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.
Waking with Socrates
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.
Florence, Or Something Like It
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.
Blank Piece of Paper
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.
Small Wins
I count my wealth in slow-earned days,
in euros stacked from tired praise.
€350 — not much, they’d say,
but to me, it’s brick upon brick in the endless clay.
I could spiral,
Day Two
It’s my second day back on the road once more,
Chasing a feeling I can’t ignore.
Is it a new PB? A glory to boast?
Or pictures online with captions and post?
No, not the medals, the likes, or the praise—
A Sprinkle of Glitter
I watch the screen, the silence grows
These long weekends, soft and slow
But deep inside, I think it shows
That too much rest begins to throw.
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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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These original poems begin as part of a daily writing practise. Just 30 minutes of journaling each morning, before the world interrupts.
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