Reflection Poems
Trend or Truth?
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Wachowski Sister-Brothers
Brothers once — now sisters proud.
Trends demand it. Shout it loud!
Questions? Trash them. Truth is banned.
Lie with style — that’s what they planned.
Simple lies? That’s just a start.
You need clout to play the part.
Dare stay honest? Here's your fate:
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Don't Forget
by Author Reinvented
Don't forget, don't forget who you are,
Keep fighting to find yourself.
Don't listen, Don't listen to those voices,
That keep telling you who you should be.
All over are other people's reflections.
In a maze of mirrors, think twice before you choose yourself.
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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.
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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.
Unrelatable
by Falling Awake
By learning you, I’m deceiving me,
As common ground sprouts unfound knowing…
But how can I find you relatable?
When I can only see what’s showing?
The limits of your introspection
Prevent you from learning your own brain,
While your narrow means of expression
Dictates the parts you share and explain
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Trend or Truth?
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Wachowski Sister-Brothers
Brothers once — now sisters proud.
Trends demand it. Shout it loud!
Questions? Trash them. Truth is banned.
Lie with style — that’s what they planned.
Simple lies? That’s just a start.
You need clout to play the part.
Dare stay honest? Here's your fate:
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Am eigenen Grabe
by Mario Odekerken
Kein Klang,
nur das Gewicht der Erde
auf unausgesprochenen Worten.
Die Schritte hinter mir
verhallen schnell,
als wäre ich nie gewesen.
Ein letzter Blick
in das Grau des Himmels,
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Aan mijn eigen graf
by Mario Odekerken
Geen geluid,
alleen het gewicht van stilte
op wat nooit is gezegd.
De voetstappen achter mij
vervagen snel,
alsof ik er nooit was.
Een laatste blik
naar de lucht,
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At my own grave
by Mario Odekerken
No sound,
only the weight of silence
on all that went unsaid.
The footsteps behind me
fade quickly,
as if I was never there.
One last look
at the sky,
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Im Auge des Sturms
by Mario Odekerken
Im Herzen der Wut,
wo alles um mich herum zebricht,
herrscht Stille.
Kein Wind,
keine Stimme,
nur Atem
und das Pochen meines eigenen Seins.
Die Welt zieht an mir,
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