Reflection Poems
Don't Forget
by Author Reinvented
Don't forget, don't forget who you are,
Keep fighting to find yourself.
Don't listen, Don't listen to those voices,
That keep telling you who you should be.
All over are other people's reflections.
In a maze of mirrors, think twice before you choose yourself.
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Love draws
by Sharon Morgan
Love draws up passion
through the syringe of the heart,
mind, and soul
Love thrives when love draws.
©Sharon Morgan
Zest
by Falling Awake
The boredom of the mundane
evaporated as you rose,
and ascended into my center.
Now boundless and bursting,
I find myself vibrant–
raging alive,
blazing aglow,
from the zest you cast upon me.
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Remember me
by Sara Brull
Remember me as the morning birds start to call
Remember the nights that turned into mornings at parties, festivals and all
Remember me in the rich smell of coffee
Remember me as the radio plays that song from a time we had it all
Remember me as the ocean laps the shore
Remember me also as the ocean swells and writhes with a storm
Remember me on a still hot sunny day
Remember me in daisy chains at play
Remember me when you hit the bars and clubs
Remember me in a ice cream sundae
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Les
by Falling Awake
In just one split of an instant
Life force entirely withdrew
With your vitality vanished
I find myself severed in two
As heavens expand between us
I fear I’ll recall less each day…
So, I think back through the senses
To keep time’s forgetting away
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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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My Murder Confession
by Melvyn Kairupan
In a haze, I stumble,
tripping over my own feet,
dragging my breath through a hill drowned in fog.
Cold. Fucking cold.
Solitude chewing through my skin,
biting into my bones.
And then—
you.
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Tides of Truth
by Nai'a Safir
Tides of Truth
On a peaceful day, seagulls glide,
while shells scattered across the sand reflect pure sunlight.
A storm is raging beyond,
nearing the calm sands,
immersed in self-proclaimed vindication.
Ripples turn into unapologetic waves,
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looking glass
by Rikske Kessner
does breaking mirrors
really alter my features?
looking glass-cripple
