Reflection Poems - Poems about Reflection

Oh lovely lady of ivory hair How your pale skin shimmers in the day How your hazel eyes compliment your smile With teeth as white as pearls And lips of a blushing rose Your walk as even as a calm stream And your voice as sweet as honey Such a shame for a soulless shell She holds such...

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Night wraps me softly in her arms, Whispering secrets, weaving charms. She cradles echoes in my chest, A quiet breath, a gentle rest. Her cloak conceals my hidden scars, Each one a story traced by stars. She treads with footsteps calm and slow, Through empty halls where shadows grow. By day, she hides behind the sun, But when the world is overrun, She dons my...

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O hush of night, you sacred veil, Who cradles hearts when strength grows frail— Receive this soul, so gently stirred, Whose silent grief has gone unheard. Receive this soul, so gently stirred, Whose silent grief has gone unheard. You walk with those the world forgets, Who carry dreams like faded debts. The ones who smile through aching breath, And meet each dawn with quiet...

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How enlightened I feel Her music so surreal I wonder on her ordeal Whatt makes her feel these feels? Does she chant them back in silence? Read and recollect at night? Does she always sing with her whole soul? Or is this her therapy, instead of to write? Bjork, bjork She took over New York Hollywood legend of course Even Ayesha doesnt have discourse She's all like Bjork? I...

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In a fuge..Amidst con-junctivity of every type of ideaology.' From various to numberlesness almost..' Humans are hurt Beyond accountability.' I sense I see. Some audacity! Others Say from where we are we can never be.' Or move to proven Life lived in sustainability..Its counter claim noeriety; fame! When Will we see the people receive? The...

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(On Father's Day) Like most mornings, I awoke, Got out of bed on the left side. Not sure if that was the wrong side, But I know for certain, It wasn’t the right side. Aloneness is sort of that way— No offer of a second opinion, No pat-on-the-back save a broken arm, No meaningful conversation around the table. A moment of nihility—this morning. ...

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I’m on your lap in a photo I no longer have— a toddler with a borrowed brush, my hand caught mid-daub on your canvas. It was staged, of course— your painting for a calendar on the easel in front of us like the month you gave me a tool of your craft and I mistook it for permission— but my brush didn’t paint like yours. Sometimes I wonder if you...

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Reflection It is autumnal, and the wind blows Light from lampposts sways The day smells of oncoming winter Sadness and a longing for the past It will always be like this The hankering for years gone by Like the wake from a ship The birds in the sky will leave to The curtain billows, ready to set sail Across...

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A mirror isn't just a frame, A sheet of glass that speaks your name. It shows your image. Yes, it's true– But now the whole of what is you. It doesn't bend, it doesn't fake, It captures truths you cannot break. But mirror hide in the other forms– In quiet thoughts, in silence storms. In words that bruise, in eyes that...

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A mirror isn't just a frame, A sheet of glass that speaks your name. It shows your image. Yes, it's true– But now the whole of what is you. It doesn't bend, it doesn't fake, It captures truths you cannot break. But mirror hide in the other forms– In quiet thoughts, in silence storms. In words that bruise, in eyes that know, In...

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Lying on the grass carpet, I met myself, A kid from the past oblivion. Sought my assistance, Questioned the path I travelled. We both talked an hour, Despite our dissimilarities, The faces were the same. It left me in awe initially, Calmed knowing it's me. The road I travelled, Not less a disappointment, Now I look back, it screams at me, They say I'm...

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(“Still Life”, 2021, original encaustic) Hiding the Light A lot has been happening in my life recently And that’s a good thing considering How staid and stodgy I’ve become In old age. But it’s still a challenge And as one unexpected hurdle after another Comes up, as always will, I’m reminded, from some place deep in my past, Perhaps best called my gut, That now is...

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Nature’s Waterfalls Waves of waterfalls, gushing towards life’s hot shores, froth healing coolness:- ...

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I glanced into the broken mirror, The fragments, now separated by cracks, Like islands by a river, each holding a piece of myself, And I, a lamenting boatman, lost in the very waters in between. On one island, I saw the old river bank, by the daffodils, Where we sat and played and sang songs...

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