Reflect Poems - Poems about Reflect

To reflect on phenomena Coming and going, lights and shadows The view is blurry and so much, various I cannot recognise them, dead all. Gone Objects, places, people, events, memories Camphor? Glamour? Game? Or illusions The non-existence of existence. It’s not being Waterfall of Dry river ...

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You stop, you slow down You see, you listen You are awake You are alert You are mindful, creative When SILENCE enfolds You become Whole Silence becomes you And you the Voice...

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Strong, resilient, iridescent Trapped in folds, they are translucent Culture cultivate grafted right Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light Mollusk secretes nacre layers Wild pearls fetch prompt giga payers Placed right they are prettiest sight Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light Implant good in delicate soul Ego, pride, hate, lust can play foul Turn to true source to be moonlight Pearls don't sparkle they reflect light Kindness,...

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When it is Time to Reflect ...

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FUNHOUSE MIRROR (pov) I am a mirror in which many take place, what you see is not what you get I can assure you it's all fun in games. In the same light that slims you down a different angle at that and now you're ...

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job to do it is done God did it it appears we authored this poem look deeper there’s no one here within...

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A recent brush with death, makes most people reflect.. They stop and think of God, not just give him a nod.. It's been less then two weeks and Trump's back to nasty tweets.. True colors flaring again, slings mud at Joe Biden. This man has got the nerve, "Biden's not fit to serve". President Biden deciding not to rerun, not enough for some Republicans.....

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Maybe I am more than I know and maybe I breathe deeper than I feel it Maybe there's more to life than I know More than my bedroom even though I enjoy the dark blue walls I sleep next to I see things I see things deeper than they appear like the side mirrors on cars Maybe...

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In the twilight of our thoughts, I reflect, The next life, a shadow deeper than this, A realm where twilight turns to velvet night, We must prepare a light, a gentle beacon. Through the corridors of dreams, I wander, Through the echoes of unshed tears, Where ancient stars whisper secret truths, And shadows weave the fabric of the soul. A candle flickers in...

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We stand still as stone, hold our shape over time Watchers of the mosque, we watch as masks walk Each passing stride a new universe of re-re-redesign Every step under us, on the same curve of cold rock Carved from the whole, statues with earth-turning toes Clay feet on a cobbled road, yet we continue Seeing the still-captured unease...

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In the mysterious depths of consciousness, in the silence of an endless night, I reflect On the times when the Messiah will come only when it is no longer necessary for Him to come. Like an evanescent shadow, this thought slips along the edge of my reason, Enveloping me in the mantle of melancholy, where hopes and disappointments...

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In the silent blizzard of my thoughts, I reflect upon the madness that unites the crowds, Where the masses of individuals consider all who are not part of the collective madness to be insane, Anyone who crosses beyond this thick wall of conformity, It is natural for the masses to hate the man of truth: he is a...

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The exterior mirrors from within reflect Saddened universes, known only to their shadows. Not in the fears of the night, nor in the day’s bright gleam, But in the diffuse light where silence blossoms, drowsy. "Not are," echoes whisper for those who refuse to listen, "The so-called deeds of evil men" - a murmur, a cry, A burden on hearts that...

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"we are All pawns in the chessboard of an Unknown skilled magician..." (By Poet) On a calm tranquil afternoon, When playful chirping and cooing Of birds lavishly entertain my throbbing senses, I drown myself in reverie and retrospection, Of times past, times spent well, And times my mind was occupied with - The unique mysteries of a universe I will Never be able...

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Now, being a senior citizen, Is it too late for me to reflect on, What went wrong in my life? Born and brought up in a family, Where morals and values played their role, I learned to call ‘a spade a spade’. My straightforwardness, distanced me From my relatives, and friends. ‘Tyrant’ is the title, I got from my...

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