Self reflection Poems
Color Me Slowly
by Joel C
Color me slowly,
lilac mist across my face—
the hush of dusk before I go.
Let soft sky blue gather
across my chest,
a quiet kind of silence
like a cloudless day
hiding me,
like a secret that lingers.
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Hi Sea
by Michael J. Nappi
Nostrils wake my water child
salted taste of ocean breeze.
Primordial breath
bays a briny bawl
happy home is here.
Waters capped in white by wind
push against tide.
Waves perish in sand.
Memories paint the shore
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Monetize
by Kevin Schroeder
How does one monetize an emotion?
Trading raw truths in a marketplace of feelings,
Where every vulnerability wears a price tag,
Every confession a coin.
I lay bare my joy’s
The laughter that dances like sunlight,
And the sorrows, dark as night,
Offering them up as wares crafted from my soul.
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Who’s Gonna Save Your Soul?
by Kevin Schroeder
In a smoky room, where the shadows play,
You’re searching for direction, lost along the way.
The devil grins, whispering sweet lies,
Promising glory wrapped in disguise.
Who's gonna save your soul tonight?
The preacher with his holy light?
The politician with his silver tongue?
Or the celebrity, forever young?
Is it the singer with a heart full of pain?
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A Stroke of Hypocrisy
by Kimani Hare
Destruction in the name of the Arts,
Hypocrisy eclipses the creators, for their tools burn home.
Fossil fuels for abstracts and Deforestation for novels
Sisyphus laughs at their sophomoric efforts,
For humanity blinds us under the guise of protection.
De dichter in mij
by Mario Odekerken
De dichter in mij
schreef woordelijk alles op.
Niet om te verklaren,
maar om te bewaren
wat anders verloren ging
in het geruis van de dag.
Hij ving stilte in zinnen,
adem in komma's,
wanhoop in witregels.
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Color Me Slowly
by Joel C
Color me slowly,
lilac mist across my face—
the hush of dusk before I go.
Let soft sky blue gather
across my chest,
a quiet kind of silence
like a cloudless day
hiding me,
like a secret that lingers.
......
Welzijn
by Mario Odekerken
Een zachte bries die door de ziel kan strelen,
een lach die zonder woorden veel verklaart,
de rust in 't hart,bevrijd van donk're spelen,
waar liefde als een stille kracht aanvaart.
Niet rijkdom,noch de roem die snel kan vervelen,
maar de vrede die de mens als kostbaar spaart.
Wie naar zichzelf durft te kijken zonder schalen,
zal in het diepst het ware welzijn halen.
Who’s Gonna Save Your Soul?
by Kevin Schroeder
In a smoky room, where the shadows play,
You’re searching for direction, lost along the way.
The devil grins, whispering sweet lies,
Promising glory wrapped in disguise.
Who's gonna save your soul tonight?
The preacher with his holy light?
The politician with his silver tongue?
Or the celebrity, forever young?
Is it the singer with a heart full of pain?
......
Monetize
by Kevin Schroeder
How does one monetize an emotion?
Trading raw truths in a marketplace of feelings,
Where every vulnerability wears a price tag,
Every confession a coin.
I lay bare my joy’s
The laughter that dances like sunlight,
And the sorrows, dark as night,
Offering them up as wares crafted from my soul.
......
