Reflection Poems - Poems about Reflection

The Plight of A Sage Elegant tidings fortunate for the small price of a few Prevalent findings of more barbiturates as they confiscate the news Relevant perceptions among the constituents while they sit obstinate and confused Negligence blinding innocence as they are tightening the screws Immersion of a mind totally refined in subjects that are above verbal dictation...

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In halls where silence once held sway, A storm did breach the calm of day. A voice, unbidden, harsh and cold, Unfurled its tale, its judgment bold. It spoke of faults unseen, unfound, Its echoes spread, a bitter sound. No evidence to back its claim, Yet still it sought to tarnish name. The mirror cracked, its truth betrayed, By words that in the shadows...

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Sitting under a full moon I begin to think I think about how lucky the moon is Sitting high in the midnight sky Not a worry in the world I think about what it would be like to be the moon I light up the night sky To emit my glow and energy upon the world Lighting the way for those seeking home Then,...

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She was light, I was glass, a reflection of the rays passing through me, A dance of shadows and glimmers on the surface of my cracked heart, Perhaps I wasn't the purest altar, for something in me always resisted, Trying to mend her, to hold her, but shattering her fragile outline. Her light scattered into shards when it passed...

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Atop the edge where silence leans, A figure stands — the dusk between. No name, no face the canvas shows, Just wind that hums what no one knows. The sky explodes in molten fire, A final gasp of day's desire. It stains the clouds in crimson breath, A masterpiece that flirts with death. Does he await or does he grieve? Or dream of flight...

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I was saved by quiet things— The rustle of the morning breeze, The way the robin spreads its wings, The golden drift of autumn leaves. I was saved by threads of light That touched my skin through broken blinds, By distant stars that pierced the night, By echoes I had left behind. I was saved by falling rain— The softest tears the sky could...

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A nebulous horizon where old light dies, And silent Shadows from desire's mouth arise. They press against the skin, a whisper in the ear, Yet in their depths, a hidden strength appears. I face their forms, no longer bound by flight, And find my peace in the heart of endless night....

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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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