Reflection Poems - Poems about Reflection

A JULY 4TH REFLECTION: 2025 It’s July fourth, And the POTUS seeks Elimination Of immigration In America, Although his parents Immigrated here: Father coming from Hilter’s Germany Which id the womb Of the fascistic type Of politics of The POTUS today, In his bigoted Power mongering Issuing of laws That are so unjust; And forcing Congress To pass likewise laws To ensure making This land great again, In its mockery Of independence And justice for all, In this...

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The river moves but never dies, It carries all it cannot keep. Beneath its glass, the silence lies, A cradle where the old dreams sleep. I watch it wind through stone and silt, A silver ribbon pulled by time. It bears the weight of love and guilt, And every joy we failed to climb. I see my face in trembling glass, A thousand selves...

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In my journey across the plain plateau of life, stalled in the undulating landscape, the course of the designated track as ordained, I don’t lose. The hazards on the way, paving the path of protection, I could follow and escape to safety, as I walk toward the final destination. I don’t believe in what is said with dubious authority that...

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"Im not doing this because you told me to Im doing this because I feel sorry for you" No, you don't. You want love. You want acceptance. You're scared it isn't real Scrapes and bare bones wilting in your soul Waiting for your joy to steal No home to call your own The eyes are windows to a world inside You...

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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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