Reflective Poems - Poems about Reflective

CHERRY WAVES HEARTS I CRAVE lust is a battle don't see me waver lust is a savor savoryyyy honey, ur so sweet my delectable treattt coming home with me? no? okkk I never thought it could be this way But now my honey's left me astray She never thought to stay My darling girl has ran away Her name was Vanessa Golden hair to her toes Vanessa, my queen I never gave you...

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Did you know Did you know Out there across the world There's beauty past your imagination So much to discover I want the tranquility Somehow, someway Vietnamese country side soothes me No phone, a washed up relic Drowned earlier on the trip Mother was insistent on selling it I said no This is my device that shows my truth A testament to my life I was forced to before...

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Sly low tide sneaks up to smooch the smooth shore that holds old footsteps left behind us and lends itself to sand castles standing guard until high tide plovers dart on fleet feet across sodden sands spindle-legged girls hunt conch shells — starfish found! Blue waters glistening aqua appeal — white horse sea-magic spindrift manes rise from crests awakened from lowest ebb high tide arrives on thunder...

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I cannot write what I do not feel. I cannot feel what I do not know. To write without passion is to kneel at the nameless grave and weep, to mourn the soil and not the dead, to beg meaning from dust and call it poetry. I lie on the floor of my bathroom just to feel the weight of my bones. Cool tile...

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Reflective listening Thats the one People can say how they have been undone Or have a glorious tale Of adventure Bad guys went to jail Listening carefully Too all they say Can perceive their...

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Living and dying, juxtaposed realities; life's cradles and graves:-...

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The Mirror is my forbode It shows fragility in my face but my mental self preservation still resides I am dancing with light Rim and Refractive light interludes bringing her reflective nature to fore I am rewarded with both fear and delight But I come without tears Questions come to me What should and could I have been An Academic or A Police...

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march’s door what remains when seasonal flowers wilt and there is no chocolate left on your lips? it seems we have only the winter sky void of shooting stars or falling rain and it is cold when morning crawls out from the dark solitude of night i remember when laughter marinated and at days end it was rich and full but when...

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Hollow Room The emptiness of your room full of things is jarring It’s silence so loud you can hear it toys once alive now stoic bedtime stories reduced to ink and paper Stuffed animals only stuffing Ponies and dolls, immovable and muted Games no one wins Unbuildable legos Dress up clothes only fabric Puzzles turned to cardboard Precious Trinkets and keepsakes...

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I’m still battling my flaws Am I the right person to love you? I want to become a better man For both you and me. I want to overcome my self doubt Fighting back against the thoughts Telling me I’m not good enough for you The same thoughts telling me to leave I can’t expect you to fix everything; Only I can work...

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I wish I could see what you see. I wish I was as strong as you seem to be. You seem certain in all that you do, I wish I could be that way too....

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In friendship's garden, where we once played, Our words were spring flowers blooming gay. All of grammar and logic at our beck and call, In the linguistic realm, we controlled it all. Sadly, your heart is now but a brilliant star, Yet one I can see wherever you are. In this new silence, all our past words take flight, As their wings...

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Free, I am free But no one understands. I am free to make a choice But no one really cares About me. Freedom’s not a gift Contained by social norms Curtailed by sin of guilt Pressured by beliefs and faith Yet we say we are free. Free, I am free But no one understands. I am free to make a choice But no one really cares About me. I am...

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All that you are All that you see Everything about you Is reflected in me Reverse intentions See just who you are Into your soul To your deepest scar They call me the mirror I'm one who reflects All that you hide All you reject They call me the mirror You cannot break The...

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Always the Poet Writing on beautiful things Ne’er to be the poem ...

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