Reflectively Poems | Examples

Observable Reality

A fact and a fallacy,

Our observable reality.

A space shared by so many,

Exploring and forming its identity.

Through thoughts from you and me,

Comparing, preparing collectively.

Inner worlds act reflectively,

Creating what you see.

Acting as the entity,

Carrying you to me.

To my destiny,

To the rest of me.

The best of me,

Who I truly see.

A symphony to the Galaxy,

One entity separately.

All creating energy,

Finding balance in harmony.

Disarming negativity,

With heightened sensitivity.

We start shifting collectively,

Perceptively.

Our Perspective equally,

On being the change We wish to see.

Living respectively,

Spreading positivity.

Reflecting a reality you wish to see,

Without labels or scarcity.

Xchanging Handz

Unbalanced Entities,

Happy in Their fallacies,

Are Co Creating Reality.

Patterns of Violence,

And complacency,

Run rampantly,

Through Society.

Being catered,

By The Agency,

Directing You and Me,

Dictating our Rights To Be.

Famine and War Plague our Soul Family,

And The Rich are asking for your Charity,

The Classes creating Poverty,

A pointless Economy.

Hypnotizing It's prey,

Guiding the way.

Hiding away.

It's there everyday.

For some it collects dust,

To others It's a must,

All or Bust.

If I could just,

Change the perspective,

Of the collective.

Let's change the Objective,

Subjectively,

Understand It's energy.

From Entity to Entity,

Reflectively,

Respectively.

Flowing repeatedly,

Carrying our energy.

Negatively or positive,

The cycle is a must.

If it's collecting dust,

It's affecting us.

Just let it move freely,

It could just feed the Needy.

Observable Reality

A fact and a fallacy,
Our observable reality.
A space shared by so many,
Exploring and forming its identity.
Through thoughts from you and me,
Comparing, preparing collectively.
Inner worlds act reflectively,
Creating what you see.
Acting as the entity,
Carrying you to me.
To my destiny,
To the rest of me.
The best of me,
Who I truly see.
A symphony to the Galaxy,
One entity separately.
All creating energy,
Finding balance in harmony.
Disarming negativity,
With heightened sensitivity.
We start shifting collectively,
Perceptively.
Our Perspective equally,
On being the change We wish to see.
Living respectively, 
Spreading positivity.
Reflecting a reality you wish to see,
Without labels or scarcity.

Introspection

I shall make sure my heart is in the right place
Meditating, I look into myself, introspectively,
I must always be able to look myself in the face
I shall make sure my heart is in the right place,
Justifying why I’ve been given a coveted space
It is always a good thing to observe reflectively
I shall make sure my heart is in the right place
Meditating, I look into myself, introspectively. 

Written June 14, 2022

Blue Hole

I lie on the cold, damp grass,
alone;
staring reflectively 
at the hole 
in the tent above me.
I'm only here because I promised;
or rather, you made me promise.
The sky I see through the hole 
is dull and grey
and the music drifting heavily
from the stage in the distance 
is the darkest blue.

When we laid here in the grass
together;
Just last year;
the sky we saw through the hole
Above us
was bright, light blue,
and the music blared in dazzling colours:
of yellow, red, orange, 
and deep purple.

We laughed ourselves silly
about the hole.
The rain dripped in at night
collected in a pan;
the rhythmic drips 
keeping time with the music;
or so we convinced ourselves.

Today the rain drips
and makes a damp puddle 
on my chest;
next to my heart.
The blue hole is no longer.
The dull grey hole that replaced it;
is like the dead hole left inside me
now that you have gone.


Blue Hole Poetry Contest: Placed 3rd.
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco 
Date wrote: 24-05-2021

In My Ivory Tower

This hearth and home, my ivory tower,
     where in complete and thoughtful solitude
     I daily think, then ponder and often brood
reflectively with creative power:

in the place where I fear not or cower,
     where I, here dignified, feel understood;
     where I sometimes am seized by raptured moods    
that alter my loneliest, and darkest, hours; 
  
and where, waves of pure bliss can clarify     
     and wash my confusion and gloom away,     
filling me with an overpowering high,
     a feeling of elation every day,
that only thoughts on God can magnify
     and make perfect in the springtime of May.

Dark Side of the Sun

On the dark side of the sun
So hard to see beyond yourself
Too bright to see the back yard
Of the stars behind the curtain
Behind the mind of time 
Are oceans really on the sun?

The forest for the trees exposed
Hides other life forms dressing up
In purple skins of nitroglycerin
Globes covered in raw happy light
Explode their particles to the stars

Rays of rain, subsisting on a solar song
Small objects rounding out the day
Drops of water turn to cosmic mist

Pulsing lights surf on raw waters energy
The proof is in believing everything is wet
Not water in the purest sense adrift
Cast more water on troubled water?
Oceans away the concept seems absurd
Seen through telescopic lenses end

If you must cast aspersions then
See mysteries around the corner  
---------------Bend-------------------- 
Shadows know their way around
Crueler things found in the dark

A dispersion of light bursts forth
Reflectively genuflecting to sight
The other side of midnight dawns
Certainly without a drop of water
The dark side of the sun moves on

Demure

Je mourrais pour embrasser tes lèvres

demure propriety awaiting
mists uncover morning crest
arched along crimson tides

glances reflectively linger
last chances filling coffers
only pearls dare still sing

gentle waves wash
upward turns to heaven

Je veux embrasser vos lèvres 
scorch your name 
upon my naked soul 

find me in fluid drips
of your attention
simply holding_
holding on

Critiquing Greek Hieroglyphics

Fanciful musings written in challenged braille scribbles
   midst reveries' graffito on stone-cold deafening walls, 
like Greek hieroglyphics for the poetically deranged
  awaiting symmetry's reflectively critiqued paroxysms

Thy Grace

He left on the train leaving his family behind
Oh feeling such pain one needn't ever remind
And as it pulled away the tears now overflow
It's tough when that day you just don't know

A home now so seemingly empty as I sit on his bed
He was always the pride in me in every word I said
But now he is so grown as I think back on the past
Had I known, I would of tried harder to make it last 

I have but one true support who holds me up each day
Around my son a fort protecting his step in every way
Where would I be without the Grace of our Lord above
As He will replace all your doubt with all His Divine love

Oh you'll go up and down, but back and forth it is not
I let Jesus where the crown being thankful for what I got
Your best interest at heart He will never steer you wrong
For He Himself is the whole part in all of what you now long


With anything problem in any area that you are dealing with right now,
Reflectively and quietly speak to Him about it and He will give you an answer.
It may not be the answer you want to hear, but it will be the right answer. 
And tell Him to tell you twice, because sometimes you don't hear too well.

Light Moves Reflectively

There’s a pitter patter sound like a pout
From swiftly moving water all about
There’s an image, a surely intense sight
Where light moves reflectively all the night

Wrapping a shawl on you for protection
Seeing moisture down the intersection
The soothing rhythm abounds all around
This movement barely makes even a sound

The awesome motions which is created
By the great skies love, passion elated
Joy is fulfilled thru the streets of the town
This timepiece brings ecstasy not a frown

Russell Sivey

Contest: Rain, Rain, Rain
Sponsor: Francine Roberts

5/26/2013

Reflections: Existentialism

Life must be questioned to discover the truth.
      Spending all our time in a lonely photo booth,
      Taking pictures of our past reflectively aloof,
      Hiding in nostalgia to recapture our youth,
Or should we just get over ourselves?

Life should be quizzed to find out what’s wrong.
      Living through sorrow to make ourselves strong,
      Running past others to get ahead and get along,
      Wasting this precious time just playing Mahjong,
Or should we get up and do things?
	
Life needs a questionnaire to learn what is good.
      Gentrify houses to fix the mentality of the hood,
      Discuss filmic characters such as Bella and Edward,
      Purchase some shelves made from quality wood,
Or should we create stuff of our own?

Life needs a meaning, so let us look for an answer.
      Is it in the lucid movements of the simplest dancer?
      Is it in the poetry of the pen, or in fighting cancer?
      Will we learn it by study, or travelling to France, Sir?
No. The meaning of life is to live.

All About Me

Tanya 
kind, curious, silly and shy
sister of two brothers, much older than I
loves music, dancing, nature and Labradors
who hopes optimisically, ponders reflectively and hordes sentimentality
who fears not being remembered, man's moral decay and this progressive disease
who would like to see all the wonders of the world, peace among nations and honesty in all human faces
resident of life's flowing waters
Harrington

©  9-27-2012

Every Bone

Soothe the mind with troubles past,
pain and suffering that will not last.
Understanding simple facts,
relates your thoughts to heart attacks.

On the brink of chaos' siege,
this crippling pain drops me to my knees.
Take my soul, but leave my heart.
For its been severed from end to start.

Relieve the pressure from under my wings,
and let my eyes feel nature's breeze.
Slowing time, or timing slow.
Erratic emotions erect and show.

No more hiding beneath the soil,
beyond unsheathing this hellful toil.
Reflectively shown the sun will beam.
Above your sins, He's on your team.

So rise again but do not fall;
allow your fears to dissipate small.
For when this misery has left its home,
there will be life in every bone.

By Blessing Graced

Reflectively, at peace within my mind
my thoughts upon the words I have to say
though lacking much it's richness that I find
for I am blessed to write them all away.

So often all the words that I have penned
have been the only voice I've ever had
and turning to my dear and trusted friend
I've often sought the comfort of my pad.

Even at a tender age in time
when the only things I had were words and prayers
child like I'd soothe myself in rhyme
as God watched over me and eased my tears.

This gift to me stands high among the rest
and by Gods grace I know I have been blessed.





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