Best Reflecting Poems

I stand alone a barking tree, where silent sorrows of ripples flee,
No one hears my calamity, wearing weeps of my raped reality…
Branches droop to ice-cold ground, solitudes surface of their drowned,
Abysmal anguish of leaves have browned, lacrimal echoes of their sound.

Randomized reflections of rivers flow,...

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It was the spring of ‘74 when my student peers and I
were on the tail end of a group excursion  
through southern Spain, across Gibraltar’s Strait
and into the exotic northern tip of Africa.
I remember lots of greenery and mountains
and the fascinating sights and sounds...

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a sky darkened to grape
lying in stillness. . . .
a lake of wine

the lake mirrors
wisps of twilight’s clouds above - 
a lilac trail

on the lilac trail
full white moon
a face glitters on water

deep purple water
moon in pomegranate sky. . . .
reflecting...

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A mesmerizing purple and pink unicorn with an orange mane is staring at me.
I cannot feel uncomfortable. 
Because….
I created her.

I also drew and painted the glittery glitzy giant pink bear,
the turquoise cat with the fluffy tail and orange polka dots,
and the friendly blue and yellow...

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The stars have been ignited,
they've brought the night to life
they've sprinkled the pond with countless diamonds
with droplets they collide

I've knelt silent at the waters rim
and touched the reflecting pool
in one moment the image dissolved
my hot patience has been cooled....

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I 
wonder
if poems
birthed from my soul
might be - like my days on this earth - numbered.

Days are fleeting, yet in the sky I see
infinity,
and so I
make a 
wish.

May
poems
reflect my
mind boundlessly
like those stars that illuminate the night.

7/19/2016...

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Passages trail the utter existence
along brick faced wanderings
with puddles reflecting death
in the vast wasteland that calls
from bled out dreams

I listen to the footsteps,
eager to please, left by the curb
beneath graffiti warnings
in spray painted quotes
dripping with ease and intent

Their cadence sends 
splashing ripples onto 
nicely pressed...

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Love is 
pain. Knew she that? 
Now. Did it feelings change? 
Did she learn? That, only time tells. 
"Mirror, will I hate?  Mirror...  Heal I will!"
Mirror?
"Will I Heal? Mirror! ...hate I will!" Mirror 
tells time only. That, learn she did.
Change feelings it did....

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Looking deep into your invitingly, 
warm, brown eyes, I suddenly felt 
intoxicated, as if I were drunk,
Drunk, dizzy, and unbalanced,
Unbalanced, I stumbled right into an 
old tree,
Tree, it wasn’t any old tree; it was 
the tall palm tree, our secret meeting 
place.

Place, a heart-shaped rose...

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Written: September 29, 2023
No 1245 Poetry Contest                           Sponsored by: Brian Strand    
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Gray sky
High cry

It flakes
Snowflakes

To crawl
In...

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Children dream of growing up fast
Focused on future, forgetting the past.  

Wishfully thinking, days go slow
Blind to the breeze and trees that bow.

While jumping rope and climbing walls  
Thinking: “Someday I’ll be big and tall.”    

Just like parents and pilots...

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He speaks an uncomplex language,
a simpler time and all the more better
for he to not contemplate the ways of the Sun -
revolving around in his mind,
burning synapsis, conjoining 
an onyx ringed Saturn unmasked 
(they say the devil, Medusa dwells there),
now view the Sun ray-banned, 
traversing...

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My white wedding dress
  Now on my eldest daughter
    Twirling in mirror
      I hope in twenty years she
        Won’t be invisible too


10/15/12...

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What if this is hell
What if we are the dead
It makes sense
The murders, the rapes, the sorrow

I do believe it is a possibility,
So I am doing my best to
help others up and out
Inspiring them to follow their hearts.

Maybe the artists and the poets
are at the...

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Reflecting upon his love
His inspiration
How he died
Whispering prayers
Breaking his mother’s heart and
All who wish for healing
His home is not our evil world
This sin free gift has a passionate purpose
And courage uttering “It is finished”....

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