Reflection Poems
Don’t Complain to People Your Wound
by A A
A verse of poetry dazzled me
With its magnificence
Since it was penned,
My inner core
Has been reclining
It has become my motto
And emboldened me to append
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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.
Patience is maddening
by Cash Olds
Patience is maddening
Are we not to know what is to come of something? Are we subject to only what is?
Or are we able to bring forth what is not from that which is?
Patience is maddening.
we long to form, to create, to take what what is ours. But what is ours? What is ours to form, or to create? nonetheless what is ours to take?
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Close
by Cash Olds
You are within arms reach,
Close enough to share the luring smell of your perfume,
close enough always, to bathe in your presence.
No more farther than a drunkard to his drink, you are never farther than a glance away.
Ruin.
desolate ruin is my nature
pain is it's very essence.
I've ripped apart yours,
as well as my very own heart.
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Something About The Waves
by Nancy Nile
It was something about the waves
Rising strong and tall
Breaking soft and small
A sense of calm my body craves
It was something about the reflection
A distorted being holding me captive
A version of me that speaks in cursive
It’s easy to forget the mirror too is broken
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Monsters
by Rose W.
Monsters exist, we say as a child
They hide in the closet and under the bed, lurking just out of sight
Our nightlights the only thing keeping them at bay
Parents smile and humor us, telling us that light keeps us safe
Then as we grow, our fears start to change
Monsters aren’t real, we learn as we age
Just tricks of the light on a coat on a hook,
Not a figure trying to grab us at night
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Eyes of pearls
by Petra Ndukwe
Carved into stone
Does my statue
Neither flesh, nor bone
Steal the gaze of many passersby
Who ponder at the expressionless cry
It’s the sculptor who picks
at the cracks
the twisted divine
and what it lacks
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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.
Don’t Complain to People Your Wound
by A A
A verse of poetry dazzled me
With its magnificence
Since it was penned,
My inner core
Has been reclining
It has become my motto
And emboldened me to append
......
The Last Poem of 2020
by Zach Ascot
Another step forward,
Another chance at bliss,
With enough self-belief,
To take a chance at this.
Dreams held close,
Beyond mind and etched on paper,
All to be chased,
But the pursuit of love was greater.
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