Reflection Poems
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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My Day to Day Life
by Samuel Cody
I wake up in the morning,
And stagger to the bathroom.
For a moment, I'm in college again,
All radiant and young.
Then the dim light slowly flickers on,
And in the mirror I see my face.
The course of my life coalesces in my mind,
As I see the telltale signs of time gone by.
Do I really need to put makeup on?
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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.
Love draws
by Sharon Morgan
Love draws up passion
through the syringe of the heart,
mind, and soul
Love thrives when love draws.
©Sharon Morgan
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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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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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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Zest
by Falling Awake
The boredom of the mundane
evaporated as you rose,
and ascended into my center.
Now boundless and bursting,
I find myself vibrant–
raging alive,
blazing aglow,
from the zest you cast upon me.
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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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