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Haik Kocharian
@superhaiko
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Personal poetry project. The idea is to write one poem a day for one year.
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2018-02-11 01:19
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Poem 1.20.19
Achieve your goals and ambitions in harmony with the surrounding world free of the tunnel vision of self importance. Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.19.19
The hands touched. The eyes met. The lips whispered. "There is nothing we can not overcome together." Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.18.19
Start your day with zero and end your day with zero. After all, at the end, everything boils down to zero. Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.17.19
A broken body can heal. A broken spirit can not. It must be discarded, rediscovered, and found anew again. Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.16.19
Stand still and feel me from a distance. The way you’d feel the approaching rain. Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.15.19
Now listen Life, I love you and you know it. But if you choose to fight me, I will fight you back. I know you are strong but I ain’t no pushover either. So please be good to me. Let’s shake hands and be
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Poem 1.14.19
After a nightmarish night of pain and fear I step out to the breaking daylight, breathe the cold air and say to myself, “This is a new day, a new beginning." Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.13.19
Deep blue winter evening sky. Behold your beauty. With shades and tones from dark to light spread out over the horizon. Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.12.19
Accept the ugly if you want to see the beautiful. Accept the loss if you want to have love. Accept that you yourself one day will stop existing If you want to be alive. Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.11.19
I searched and found beauty in an ordinary, cold January day. How can I be so lucky to witness the miracle of daily life unfold in front of me like this? Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.10.19
I had the strangest dream last night. I lie in the snow, in an open meadow, in the woods. I see a bird fly high, above the tree tops. I hear a child scream, “Dad look! It's Phoenix rising out of the
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Poem 1.9.19
Be strong alone, and you’ll be stronger with another. Then, the love that is free of need and trappings of desire will find you, and bring you happiness and joy. Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.8.19
Some call it aging, I call it growing. Some say I was, I say I will be. It's not about what some say, but rather, how you chose to see. Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.7.19
Hurry! Why? Where? I’d rather sit here and watch the sun and the moon and the stars spin above me in a cosmic dance. Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.6.19
The best song is the one that has never been sung. The best words are those that have never been spoken. The best feelings are those that have never been expressed. The best love is the one that has never
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Poem 1.5.19
Hello old friend, Tompkins Square Park, my stomping ground way back when. While the world around you has changed, you have remained the same. Same stately trees, same magic in the air. Adorned by poets,
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Poem 1.4.19
Destruction can strike anyone in life. But do not despair. Beneath the rubble, a seed will give birth to a new tree. Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.3.19
You can travel the world without ever leaving your room. You can have a big adventure in your own backyard. You can let your spirit roam the universe by just closing your eyes. Be in balance with your
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Poem 1.2.19
Palms of the hands sweaty. Beat of the heart fast. Hungry for life’s adventure. What comes next? Eager to discover. Haik Kocharian
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Poem 1.1.19
Goodbye 2018. You are gone. Forever. You came and went so fast. A string of days attached together, the written pages of the past. Haik Kocharian
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