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.
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.
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.
Poem About Grief and Death
A raw, reflective poem about grief, alcohol, and the slow path to healing. Written in the wake of loss, it explores how we numb, cope, and eventually surface—changed, still hurting, but held by something steady.
Back when my mom gave up the fight,
My world collapsed without a sound.
The days grew darker than the night,
And grief was all that wrapped around.
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.
Four Years On
It’s our four-year anniversary today.
Strange how close and far it feels
like I could touch that moment still,
but also see how time now steals.
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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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