Reflection Poems
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.
Transfiguration
by Anastasiia Mikhailovna
When does all the reinvention, reincarnation, praying, and stumbling end?
Where does the transformation stop and the life after it begin?
To transfigure is to change, to become more beautiful and spiritual
And yet, each one of my successive reinventions
Feels more like sewing sinews to a fractured bone
Than weeks in which I praise God and embrace the transformation.
I am tired of reinventing myself.
It has been five years since I began to change–
......
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,”
......
Indifference
by Nad Sof
Is it possible to feel so fulfilled yet sit around and feel a hollow-feeling in your chest and heart?
To have everything you desire, yet still feel a sense of emptiness tearing you apart.
It's a strange paradox, to have it all but feel like you have nothing at all,
To look into the eyes of those you love and feel like a stranger in a foreign land.
The light that once sparkled in eyes now seems dim and faded,
The warmth that once filled your soul now feels cold and jaded.
You reach out to hold someone close, hoping to feel their heart beat with yours,
But all you feel is a sense of detachment, like you're on distant shores.
......
Facade Memories
by Nad Sof
I'm not delusional nor am I hallucinating.
I say this with a heavy heart, out of guilt, out of fear of judgement.
They say it's Thursday today, I'm pretty sure it's still just Saturday.
I sit in my room, staring at a bright white screen.
Images in my head, or memories I shall call them, start to play.
I can't recall, was this a memory or a nightmare I had last night.
I see faces I can't recognise but familiar.
In this nightmare, I see them hurting me, tremendously, horribly.
......
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,”
......
Transfiguration
by Anastasiia Mikhailovna
When does all the reinvention, reincarnation, praying, and stumbling end?
Where does the transformation stop and the life after it begin?
To transfigure is to change, to become more beautiful and spiritual
And yet, each one of my successive reinventions
Feels more like sewing sinews to a fractured bone
Than weeks in which I praise God and embrace the transformation.
I am tired of reinventing myself.
It has been five years since I began to change–
......
Facade Memories
by Nad Sof
I'm not delusional nor am I hallucinating.
I say this with a heavy heart, out of guilt, out of fear of judgement.
They say it's Thursday today, I'm pretty sure it's still just Saturday.
I sit in my room, staring at a bright white screen.
Images in my head, or memories I shall call them, start to play.
I can't recall, was this a memory or a nightmare I had last night.
I see faces I can't recognise but familiar.
In this nightmare, I see them hurting me, tremendously, horribly.
......
Indifference
by Nad Sof
Is it possible to feel so fulfilled yet sit around and feel a hollow-feeling in your chest and heart?
To have everything you desire, yet still feel a sense of emptiness tearing you apart.
It's a strange paradox, to have it all but feel like you have nothing at all,
To look into the eyes of those you love and feel like a stranger in a foreign land.
The light that once sparkled in eyes now seems dim and faded,
The warmth that once filled your soul now feels cold and jaded.
You reach out to hold someone close, hoping to feel their heart beat with yours,
But all you feel is a sense of detachment, like you're on distant shores.
......
Beached
by Michael J. Nappi
Her essence in the breeze,
teasing, tantalizing, tasty.
Piquant pleasures fill his head
powerful, dangerous… unconstrained.
A boy watching, wishing from shore.
joined in imagination and dreams.
Slow shrinking ships at the horizon,
the alter of liquid pleasure.
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