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.
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.
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.
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.
Lolly
A quiet poem about presence, trust, and unexpected connection. For readers who find meaning in stillness and the small moments that ask nothing in return.
You’re too young to trust,
but you sit in my palm
as if I’ve earned it.
A flick of feather,
Numb and Nurtured
A reflective poem questioning comfort, purpose, and what it means to live meaningfully. For readers drawn to depth, doubt, and the weight of unasked questions.
I’ve yearned for more these past few days,
For deeper truth in modern ways.
If wealth and health and all were mine,
Would happiness not fall in line?
Yes Please, Always
A bold, introspective poem on hustle culture, class, and politeness as performance. For anyone tired of smiling through grind that never quite feels true.
The things that keep me up these days
aren’t dreams but thoughts that fray—
influencers selling ease online,
while we confuse grind with shine.
Rigid Roads
A reflective poem on childhood structure, inherited routines, and the slow return to joy through unlearning. For anyone who’s ever outgrown the rulebook.
My father liked a well-planned week
With mornings made to run on time.
We walked the same route, cheek to cheek,
And never questioned if it rhymed.
Words Reveal
A quiet, introspective poem about the power of being heard. It explores how words can weigh us down when trapped, but become lighter when shared and how real listening, without fixing or filling the silence, can lead to the deepest kind of healing.
Sometimes words will find their way,
And other times, they drift or stay.
Like people, some are quick to share,
While others speak but rarely care.
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.
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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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