Selfreflection Poems
Still Alive, Sometimes
by Aditi Hayaran
I was lost, lost in the papers,
Laptop, pen, assignments, and staples.
Wake up, work, eat and sleep—
Round-n-round-n-round-n-round.
I know—I know, how boring I sound.
Then I met, a little girl,
Bright as sunshine, as precious as a pearl.
Pens for stories, brushes for art,
......
The Prismatic Self
by Ghairo Daniels
“Contests around track, contests for followers,
for best tasting wine, most exquisite
architectural design ~ endless
quests to become best versions of Self,
sharpen mind, mould Soul to perfection,
through which Divine can chime, new times.”
Poet
—————
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Between us
by Mario Odekerken
You look,
and I feel seen.
No words,
yet everything shifts.
When you come closer,
I remember myself.
We say nothing,
......
Circus Lion's Lament
by Author Reinvented
What is a king?
Oh a foolish thing,
So pathetic and tired,
A crown of gold,
A mighty roar,
All to jump through a hoop made of fire.
Oh,
But what is a king?
Oh a terrible thing,
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in the mirror
by Rikske Kessner
In the Mirror
♡
In the mirror’s dim curve, a tale unfolds—
Crow’s feet stretch outward, times of glee retold.
Faint grooves carved by sleepless nights and sun,
Each mark a trace of battles lost and won.
Liver spots flicker like lanterns on skin,
Moments of joy, where sorrow runs thin.
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Gesprek met mijn vroegere ik
by Mario Odekerken
Ik zie je staan aan de rand van wat nog moet komen,
met ogen vol vragen en stille twijfel,
je handen gevouwen om dromen
die groter zijn dan je durft te zeggen.
Ik wil je vertellen dat je zult vallen,
maar dat de grond je niet zal breken,
dat elke scheur in je vertrouwen
ruimte maakt voor licht dan binnenvalt.
......
Still Alive, Sometimes
by Aditi Hayaran
I was lost, lost in the papers,
Laptop, pen, assignments, and staples.
Wake up, work, eat and sleep—
Round-n-round-n-round-n-round.
I know—I know, how boring I sound.
Then I met, a little girl,
Bright as sunshine, as precious as a pearl.
Pens for stories, brushes for art,
......
The typewriter of my thoughts
by Mario Odekerken
Each key waits,
not for permission,
but for truth.
Letters arrive
like footsteps in a quiet room,
uneven,
but certain.
The ribbon stains the page
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Wisdom
by Tom Dodd
“Too soon old
and too late smart"
Now, wisdom comes
to impart
the truth of things
the right from wrong
What one's gut
knew all along
Weerspiegeling
by Mario Odekerken
In het stille water
zie ik een gezicht
dat lijkt op het mijne,
maar anders kijkt.
Ogen vol vragen
die ik nooit stel,
lippen gesloten
om woorden die blijven hangen.
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