Reflection Poems - Poems about Reflection

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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L-ook A-t I-ts K-indness A-nd M-ildness, I-t K-eeps A-ll E-yes L-ively A-nd P-rogressive I-n E-arnestly L-oving A-lmighty G-od's O-rder ©bfa052525 Monocrostic (Birthday of Laika Mikaela P. Pielago) ...

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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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I’ve never wanted to grow up. I’ve always been the girl who sighed At birthday candles instead of making wishes. The girl who whispered, “Wow… another year,” Like time was something cruel, Not a gift. The girl who stared out car windows And thought, “I wish time would slow down.” “I want to be 12 again.” I missed being small. I missed the color of childhood— Not just...

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I am the writer, reader, and spectator. Lying down in your arms, my eyes wander. Just look into your eyes in quiet solitude; My tears say all in this interlude. My small victories—chess and writings, My journeys to places where I chased my cravings. You see it all and understand without judging, Like the few who backed me and keep me hoping. I...

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The Scroll Of Unseen Waters Come, you who carry fire in your bones and salt in your tears…? Children of the drum, the dusk, the dust, and the dawn…? From mountain root to river vein… the land remembers one song… But the cup that overflows can never be filled…? And the tongue that speaks before listening forgets the...

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there i sat at 1am thinking about where i went wrong as tears poured down my face like an unearthly waterfall i remember every conversation trying though as to remember why did they like me? did they even truly like me? or was it a game only, someone has to put that blame on them because i didn’t do anything wrong or so i thought yet i...

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i look in the mirror but i don’t see me i see a clearer version of someone people want me to be i view them as fake while im the one trying to take their son by dressing different acting different just so i can be liked while, in reality— do i even like myself? if i’m doing all this just to get a goodnight kiss is my soulmate...

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M-oments A-re R-emembered I-n A-ny C-olor, R-eminisced I-n S-olitary T-ime, I-n N-ook's A-ccessed C-ontemplation, A-nd R-eviewed B-y O-ur N-aturally E-mployed R-ewinding A-ssessment ©bfa060125 Monocrostic (Birthday of Maria Cristina T. Carbonera) ...

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the man in the moon far removed from earth’s craters silence—nothingness ...

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