Reflection Poems
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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Reflections
by Yusef Komunyakaa
In the day's mirror
you see a tall black man.
Fingers of gold cattail
tremble, then you witness
the rope dangling from
a limb of white oak.
It's come to this.
You yell his direction,
the wind taking
your voice away.
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Walking Forward
by Greg M Cole
Walking Forward
I don't want to walk backwards through life,
Second guessing what might have been;
What could have been,
What would have been,
What should have been.
Beautiful decisions, half-followed;
Meaningful words, half-said;
Impactful actions, half-done;
Left behind to die.
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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.
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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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
