Reflection Poems
Steering Into the Storm
by Jim Kelly
Steering Into the Storm
Simplifying
doesn’t make America less complex.
Or Great Again.
We are a supercar,
racing full-throttle
on roads paved with contradiction.
Precision tooling.
Satellite-guided comfort.
......
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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The Price of Becoming
by Mario Odekerken
No one tells you
that to grow
is to lose parts of yourself
you once protected like sacred ground.
Becoming is not a bloom.
It is an unraveling.
A quiet dismantling
of the person you thought you had to be.
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Geborgen in het onzichtbare
by Mario Odekerken
Er is een stilte
die niets vraagt,
die gewoon blijft
als alles beweegt.
Je voelt haar niet met je handen,
maar ze weegt minder dan angst
en meer dan woorden.
Ze zit in een blik,
......
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.
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Steering Into the Storm
by Jim Kelly
Steering Into the Storm
Simplifying
doesn’t make America less complex.
Or Great Again.
We are a supercar,
racing full-throttle
on roads paved with contradiction.
Precision tooling.
Satellite-guided comfort.
......
The Price of Becoming
by Mario Odekerken
No one tells you
that to grow
is to lose parts of yourself
you once protected like sacred ground.
Becoming is not a bloom.
It is an unraveling.
A quiet dismantling
of the person you thought you had to be.
......
Geborgen in het onzichtbare
by Mario Odekerken
Er is een stilte
die niets vraagt,
die gewoon blijft
als alles beweegt.
Je voelt haar niet met je handen,
maar ze weegt minder dan angst
en meer dan woorden.
Ze zit in een blik,
......
Neid der Sehnsucht
by Mario Odekerken
Sie sieht,
was nicht ihr gehört.
Ein Blick,
der sich nach Wärme streckt,
die woanders brennt.
Es ist kein Hass,
nur dieses leise Ziehen
unter der Haut,
wenn Nähe
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Gespräch mit meinem Spiegelbild
by Mario Odekerken
Du siehst mich an
ohne Urteil,
und doch spüre ich etwas sich bewegen
hinter deinem stillen Blick.
Jeden Morgen treffen wir uns hier,
du und ich,
zwei Gesichter desselben Körpers,
die versuchen, einander zu verstehen.
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