Reflection Poems
Letting go of my dark past
by Nad Sof
Letting go of the past is excruciating,
the pain that once ravaged me.
Why is it so hard?
Because, within that anguish,
I found a fleeting comfort,
though it was but a façade—
hollow declarations of love
from those who never truly cared.
I yearned for someone to hold me,
to whisper, “I love you,”
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bubbles in the afternoon
by Ryan Hoffschneider
Bubbles in the afternoon
Blown on the back porch.
A gentle breeze caressing its way through my hair.
Looking into the eyes of people I once knew
Glimpses of the past.
Not a care in the world, for everything was good
Laughing at ourselves all day long
Amid the popping of those childish domes of soap.
The thing with bubbles
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Then
by Linda Hallengren
Before computers, cell phones and video games
We played in dirt
We built leaf forts in dirt
We made mud pies topped with cherries in dirt
We drew pictures in dirt
We wrestled in dirt
We ran in dirt
We left black rings in bathtub dirt
We looked at the sky and dreamed in the dirt and
We were happy, content, grounded
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Autopilot
by Falling Awake
It seems I don't know quite how to respond,
To the pain present, within and beyond,
So, my subconscious defaults to the lead,
With habitual patterns, I proceed…
Reliant on instincts and emotions,
These primal pathways take me through motions,
Now I’m acting rash, values misaligned,
Hurting loved ones in this stressed frame of mind,
All because I’m unable to pacify,
My cortex, drenched in stimuli.
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desert dreams
by Sarah A
i can’t stop dreaming of the desert; penchants of empty spaces and rare faces
no destination in mind i just drive
i can’t stop dancing in between
the middle of everyone i meet;
i never leave the door open
and so no one ever peeks
i don’t know what i am
or where i’m going
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House Upon a Hill
by Linda Hallengren
There is a house upon a hill
And it is standing ever still
Even though it hasn’t been cared for for years
The Structure is no longer safe
With broken glass and missing boards that need to be replaced
And you can no longer see the yard
Overgrowth and decay surround several rusted cars
Yet it is standing ever still
Even though it has lost its beauty
It is standing ever still
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Then
by Linda Hallengren
Before computers, cell phones and video games
We played in dirt
We built leaf forts in dirt
We made mud pies topped with cherries in dirt
We drew pictures in dirt
We wrestled in dirt
We ran in dirt
We left black rings in bathtub dirt
We looked at the sky and dreamed in the dirt and
We were happy, content, grounded
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A poisoned mind .
by Mario Odekerken
It grows quietly, like roots beneath the soil,
hidden from sight,twisting deeper with time,
feeding on doubts,on whispers left unchecked,
drawing strength from shadows
where light dares not linger.
Thoughts once clear now clouded,
murky waters stirred by fear,
resentments coiled tight,
venom dripping slow,unnoticed
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Mourning Reflection
by John Stetson
I picked up eclipse glasses, crumpled on the street
It caused the pause reflection brings when unlike minds should meet
With no regard we oft discard the fashion of the day
No cosmologic mirror, we hasten on our way
Same time the rhyme that is the pond, ornithologic splendor
Graced the sky there in my eye, sweet nature as its sender
Earlier a chance encounter prompted thoughts of scale
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Gray Days
by K Louis
Another day passes by
listless as I am wordless
gloomy, the clouds blanket
the day and I beg for
anything that might make me
forget another day is passing
while grandpa is on in-home hospice
care and grandma has forgotten
nearly everything. We live in
the sick.
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