Poems About Self Reflection by New Members
#SelfReflection
Poems about self reflection by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
ObliviousRay
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 4:12am
14th Feb 2025 4:12am
Royal Blue
#funny
#seductive
#SelfReflection
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ObliviousRay
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 4:12am
14th Feb 2025 4:12am
Royal Blue
#funny
#seductive
#SelfReflection
40 reads
0 Comments
ObliviousRay
Poem Published
14th Feb 2025 4:12am
14th Feb 2025 4:12am
Royal Blue
#funny
#seductive
#SelfReflection
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SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 6:05pm
26th Feb 2025 6:05pm
Pulse of a Dream
When I知 under the eye of my plastic name,
my road is attached to the end of a chain,
and the mountains are lost
in the smog and the rain I remember . . .
When riding my bike was the smoke in my dope,
climbing in trees, the high in my hope,
playing in creeks, how I would cope,
with those who were crazy,
they were my folks I remember . . .
When I was young at the foot of my bed,
praying for hope in a world full of dread,
asking for help to feed those who need fed,
then waking to sell my old bike that was red
I...
my road is attached to the end of a chain,
and the mountains are lost
in the smog and the rain I remember . . .
When riding my bike was the smoke in my dope,
climbing in trees, the high in my hope,
playing in creeks, how I would cope,
with those who were crazy,
they were my folks I remember . . .
When I was young at the foot of my bed,
praying for hope in a world full of dread,
asking for help to feed those who need fed,
then waking to sell my old bike that was red
I...
#dreams
#FreeVerse
#kindness
#religion
#SelfReflection
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SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 6:05pm
26th Feb 2025 6:05pm
Pulse of a Dream
When I知 under the eye of my plastic name,
my road is attached to the end of a chain,
and the mountains are lost
in the smog and the rain I remember . . .
When riding my bike was the smoke in my dope,
climbing in trees, the high in my hope,
playing in creeks, how I would cope,
with those who were crazy,
they were my folks I remember . . .
When I was young at the foot of my bed,
praying for hope in a world full of dread,
asking for help to feed those who need fed,
then waking to sell my old bike that was red
I...
my road is attached to the end of a chain,
and the mountains are lost
in the smog and the rain I remember . . .
When riding my bike was the smoke in my dope,
climbing in trees, the high in my hope,
playing in creeks, how I would cope,
with those who were crazy,
they were my folks I remember . . .
When I was young at the foot of my bed,
praying for hope in a world full of dread,
asking for help to feed those who need fed,
then waking to sell my old bike that was red
I...
#dreams
#FreeVerse
#kindness
#religion
#SelfReflection
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SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 6:05pm
26th Feb 2025 6:05pm
Pulse of a Dream
When I知 under the eye of my plastic name,
my road is attached to the end of a chain,
and the mountains are lost
in the smog and the rain I remember . . .
When riding my bike was the smoke in my dope,
climbing in trees, the high in my hope,
playing in creeks, how I would cope,
with those who were crazy,
they were my folks I remember . . .
When I was young at the foot of my bed,
praying for hope in a world full of dread,
asking for help to feed those who need fed,
then waking to sell my old bike that was red
I...
my road is attached to the end of a chain,
and the mountains are lost
in the smog and the rain I remember . . .
When riding my bike was the smoke in my dope,
climbing in trees, the high in my hope,
playing in creeks, how I would cope,
with those who were crazy,
they were my folks I remember . . .
When I was young at the foot of my bed,
praying for hope in a world full of dread,
asking for help to feed those who need fed,
then waking to sell my old bike that was red
I...
#dreams
#FreeVerse
#kindness
#religion
#SelfReflection
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SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 6:05pm
26th Feb 2025 6:05pm
Pulse of a Dream
When I知 under the eye of my plastic name,
my road is attached to the end of a chain,
and the mountains are lost
in the smog and the rain I remember . . .
When riding my bike was the smoke in my dope,
climbing in trees, the high in my hope,
playing in creeks, how I would cope,
with those who were crazy,
they were my folks I remember . . .
When I was young at the foot of my bed,
praying for hope in a world full of dread,
asking for help to feed those who need fed,
then waking to sell my old bike that was red
I...
my road is attached to the end of a chain,
and the mountains are lost
in the smog and the rain I remember . . .
When riding my bike was the smoke in my dope,
climbing in trees, the high in my hope,
playing in creeks, how I would cope,
with those who were crazy,
they were my folks I remember . . .
When I was young at the foot of my bed,
praying for hope in a world full of dread,
asking for help to feed those who need fed,
then waking to sell my old bike that was red
I...
#dreams
#FreeVerse
#kindness
#religion
#SelfReflection
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SweetBobbyBlu
Easin On In
Easin On In
Poem Published
26th Feb 2025 6:05pm
26th Feb 2025 6:05pm
Pulse of a Dream
When I知 under the eye of my plastic name,
my road is attached to the end of a chain,
and the mountains are lost
in the smog and the rain I remember . . .
When riding my bike was the smoke in my dope,
climbing in trees, the high in my hope,
playing in creeks, how I would cope,
with those who were crazy,
they were my folks I remember . . .
When I was young at the foot of my bed,
praying for hope in a world full of dread,
asking for help to feed those who need fed,
then waking to sell my old bike that was red
I...
my road is attached to the end of a chain,
and the mountains are lost
in the smog and the rain I remember . . .
When riding my bike was the smoke in my dope,
climbing in trees, the high in my hope,
playing in creeks, how I would cope,
with those who were crazy,
they were my folks I remember . . .
When I was young at the foot of my bed,
praying for hope in a world full of dread,
asking for help to feed those who need fed,
then waking to sell my old bike that was red
I...
#dreams
#FreeVerse
#kindness
#religion
#SelfReflection
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ArkansasBoy
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 2:11pm
15th Feb 2025 2:11pm
Rocks On The Pond
a smooth stone
a skip
a ripple wide
reflects the sky where thoughts reside
a quick touch a moments grace
disturbs the peace of time and space
one skip
two skips
one short flight
like dreams that fade in the light
each bounce
a choice
a path we take
a life unfolding
the ripples spread a gentle sway
affecting all along the way
a small act cast
a word we send
can touch a heart
the water stills
the ripples cease
a quiet calm
a moments peace
reflection clear...
a skip
a ripple wide
reflects the sky where thoughts reside
a quick touch a moments grace
disturbs the peace of time and space
one skip
two skips
one short flight
like dreams that fade in the light
each bounce
a choice
a path we take
a life unfolding
the ripples spread a gentle sway
affecting all along the way
a small act cast
a word we send
can touch a heart
the water stills
the ripples cease
a quiet calm
a moments peace
reflection clear...
#nature
#peace
#SelfReflection #silence
#SelfReflection #silence
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ArkansasBoy
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 2:11pm
15th Feb 2025 2:11pm
Rocks On The Pond
a smooth stone
a skip
a ripple wide
reflects the sky where thoughts reside
a quick touch a moments grace
disturbs the peace of time and space
one skip
two skips
one short flight
like dreams that fade in the light
each bounce
a choice
a path we take
a life unfolding
the ripples spread a gentle sway
affecting all along the way
a small act cast
a word we send
can touch a heart
the water stills
the ripples cease
a quiet calm
a moments peace
reflection clear...
a skip
a ripple wide
reflects the sky where thoughts reside
a quick touch a moments grace
disturbs the peace of time and space
one skip
two skips
one short flight
like dreams that fade in the light
each bounce
a choice
a path we take
a life unfolding
the ripples spread a gentle sway
affecting all along the way
a small act cast
a word we send
can touch a heart
the water stills
the ripples cease
a quiet calm
a moments peace
reflection clear...
#nature
#peace
#SelfReflection #silence
#SelfReflection #silence
55 reads
ArkansasBoy
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 2:11pm
15th Feb 2025 2:11pm
Rocks On The Pond
a smooth stone
a skip
a ripple wide
reflects the sky where thoughts reside
a quick touch a moments grace
disturbs the peace of time and space
one skip
two skips
one short flight
like dreams that fade in the light
each bounce
a choice
a path we take
a life unfolding
the ripples spread a gentle sway
affecting all along the way
a small act cast
a word we send
can touch a heart
the water stills
the ripples cease
a quiet calm
a moments peace
reflection clear...
a skip
a ripple wide
reflects the sky where thoughts reside
a quick touch a moments grace
disturbs the peace of time and space
one skip
two skips
one short flight
like dreams that fade in the light
each bounce
a choice
a path we take
a life unfolding
the ripples spread a gentle sway
affecting all along the way
a small act cast
a word we send
can touch a heart
the water stills
the ripples cease
a quiet calm
a moments peace
reflection clear...
#nature
#peace
#SelfReflection #silence
#SelfReflection #silence
55 reads
ArkansasBoy
Poem Published
15th Feb 2025 2:11pm
15th Feb 2025 2:11pm
Rocks On The Pond
a smooth stone
a skip
a ripple wide
reflects the sky where thoughts reside
a quick touch a moments grace
disturbs the peace of time and space
one skip
two skips
one short flight
like dreams that fade in the light
each bounce
a choice
a path we take
a life unfolding
the ripples spread a gentle sway
affecting all along the way
a small act cast
a word we send
can touch a heart
the water stills
the ripples cease
a quiet calm
a moments peace
reflection clear...
a skip
a ripple wide
reflects the sky where thoughts reside
a quick touch a moments grace
disturbs the peace of time and space
one skip
two skips
one short flight
like dreams that fade in the light
each bounce
a choice
a path we take
a life unfolding
the ripples spread a gentle sway
affecting all along the way
a small act cast
a word we send
can touch a heart
the water stills
the ripples cease
a quiet calm
a moments peace
reflection clear...
#nature
#peace
#SelfReflection #silence
#SelfReflection #silence
55 reads
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