Reflection Poems
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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The Sleep Of Life
by Michael J. Nappi
Dreams of life lived
younger self and world
safety and comfort nestled in womb
sweet heartache... first love's nip
Lifetimes of lovers come and gone
muscle cars; backseats and drive ins
four legged friends and two faced enemies
wakes lost in faded waters
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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.
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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My God remember me
by Sharon Morgan
When my beating heart refuses to beat
And the breath of life proceeds to leave,
My God, I beg that you please,
Please remember me.
As a product of your works
You made me, me
I am unique, a person,
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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.
......
The Sleep Of Life
by Michael J. Nappi
Dreams of life lived
younger self and world
safety and comfort nestled in womb
sweet heartache... first love's nip
Lifetimes of lovers come and gone
muscle cars; backseats and drive ins
four legged friends and two faced enemies
wakes lost in faded waters
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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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Transient Reflections in the Summer Heat
by Antonio Hamersky
In the heat of the summer right now
I’m surrounded by a lot of things
these things are stuck in a cycle,
broke down, and recycled,
going from green to yellow,
alive to dead.
The thought chamber catches on:
I am one of those things,
yet the reality of the circle
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A Prisoner’s Reverie
by Antonio Hamersky
Longing for freedom to rain from the heavens
Waiting for a flood of liberation to wash away the chains
But who am I to predict, what’s to come our way?
Have we ever really been truly free anyway?
I’ve been sat down my whole life, told what to do
I’ve watched my loved ones be worked like a cog
What dog thought organic matter could work in a machine
They ground down the ones I loved, and I sat a prisoner
to a fate and a design I never asked for
Can’t be free when you’re a hostage,
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