Reflection Poems - Poems about Reflection

A sad time for children in foreign parts that have no Target stores to be lost and found in. Sad for inflatable Santa's gunned down by B.B pellets. For all the children, pets and reindeer that do not make the last fuzzy bit of the six p.m. news. I’m working on my happiness, not forcing anything, being considerate to people and their...

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Discovering Light Cry Ugly shame lost its power Shame was regret… Buying into malicious judgment I wasn't good enough… He knew I was more than good enough… I gave all I was capable of… He loved me because I gave 100%… even when my 100% fell short He channeled his disappointment and hope through his poetry. Discovery emerged...

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In one corner of your room you’d hung a faded photograph of Charles Lindbergh and his plane in sepia covering a lighter-colored square of wall exactly the same size. He looked so dashing with his scarf and smile but his eyes were dark and sad (like yours) beneath his aviator’s cap and it was signed, “To Mildred.” Why did...

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Doe In My Yard I glimpsed out my bedroom window looking for nature's signs giving me clues about what today will bring. A lone doe was nibbling on the southern lawn grass. She slowly raised her head, vulnerably held still for about 10 seconds, and resumed nibbling the grass. Her movement was graceful and relaxed. She stood...

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Feet walking with direction and decision Mouth speaking sweet words Not riddled with derision Heart beating for pure love With no malice or spite Eyes seeking and finding acceptance With no attachment of wrong or right Ears listening for a moment of bonding Not tools for inspection Head held high with pride, positivity, and deep reflection Forbidden...

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- World consumption is increasing in line with population growth and prosperity - change light bulbs and there will be light - quote by poet Among the antiques Large aesthetic prism chandeliers will aim stars in your eyes Let us...

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“as we passed her she did wilt which caused in us sense of guilt since our stance perhaps did cause to put her heart’s joy on pause though we’re gentle, not hostile we diminished her soul’s smile since our aura as she viewed scent of love did not exude” We did not mean to bring a winter wind into her garden, nor did we...

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ronic – isn’t it…? The very essentials we need to survive Are the same essentials that endanger and destroy us! The very same people we love Are the same loved ones we hurt or hurt us – The very same life occurrences and events That cause us to smile and laugh Are the same occurrences and events that cause tears and humiliation! Ironic...

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"You are just like your father." These words ring in my head constantly, Haunting me as I stare into the mirror. I cannot bring myself to love the reflection I see— The image of the man who excels only At inflicting pain. I ask myself: Am I bound to the same fate as him? To hurt the ones I love? To drive...

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I stumbled across the notice today, A name familiar from back in the day. A high school face, blurred by time’s gray brush, Yet his story recalled, stirring thought’s hush. Achievements listed, milestones carved in stone, A life in bullet points, a legacy alone. Still, beyond the words, the essence remained, A question lingered—how will mine be framed? I traced other obituaries, lives...

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I meet myself at the edge of mirror glass— its surface holds me like a verdict; renders me in symmetry I do not trust. Do I offer brilliance, or only repetition? Each submission a blade, each stanza a wound— I split myself into offerings, waiting for the weight of judgment. The axe does not ask, only answers. It falls, sharp with certainty—yes...

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January wakes us weary, New resolutions pressing heavy. Then comes February’s charm— A month of love, or wasted calm. We march ahead into March, Preparing for the chill to lurch. April brings the planting days, As a third of the year slips away. Hope returns with open skies, Maybe this month—maybe May. June arrives with quiet tunes, We wish the world would feel okay. Halfway through, we...

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In natured wording, In what season can you say, “Never say never?!” It’s said, “God never leaves us!” Never will this not be?! Never ever stop Fighting for liberation; No, never ever:- Such audacious wordplay; Saying, “Never say never.” ...

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I read a book with sharp words Piercing deep into the muscles of the heart Unraveling life's secrets Detailing beyond this realm Narrating the past with caution Illuminating what's within the breast Putting doubt to rest Separating truth from the grasp of falsehood Then I recited the book The eyes turned watery The reasoning humbled From the harmony that comes from within A true source of solace...

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