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,”
......
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.
......
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.
......
The Breeze
by Sharon Morgan
What is the breeze that rocks the leaves
That shades the blades of grass beneath my feet
And swiftly shiver to-and-fro, from gusts of air which shoot without intent
But breathes on clouds, which race within the clear blue sky,
To win the race, where raindrops burst and thank the sun,
for rays and glows, which bring relief and light
and life, to trees, leaves, grass and sea, and me.
A Poets View
by Jesus Betancourt
Poetry is a mirror reflecting the poets soul
Visually impossible to see
Composing a poem has a goal
To expose the poets visibility
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.
......
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.
......
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,
......
looking glass
by Rikske Kessner
does breaking mirrors
really alter my features?
looking glass-cripple
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,”
......
