#introspective poem

[nicholasandriani]

Bacchus and Le Fay: An Urban Poem. A dedication to the Taurus and the Libra. To Lovers come and gone

In the dusk’s embrace, where dreams are spun from whispers and longing, listen to the ballad of the girl with feathers in her hair and the boy with seashell teeth. Together they traverse the city of night, wrapped in a jacket of golden leaves, wrestling with the wind that dances through the streets, around corners, over cobbled paths, and between the towering herds of steel and glass. They glide…

[niggadiffusion]

"Reflections in the Quiet"

In the hush between moments, I linger,

where shadows stretch long and truth feels thicker.

The mirror don’t lie, but the mind? It twists,

bending light through cracks where memory drifts.

I catch glimpses of a younger me,

eyes burning with dreams too wild to see.

Fists clenched against time, chasing the sun,

yet running from storms I couldn’t outrun.

What’s the weight of a soul when stripped to the bone?

When the noise dies down and you’re truly alone.

No applause, no likes, no eyes to impress—

just the echo of choices I tried to suppress.

I’ve been both villain and the one who forgives,

a ghost in my past and the fire that lives.

I’ve loved with abandon and shattered my heart,

then stitched it with words, a makeshift art.

Growth ain’t linear; it's jagged and raw,

cutting through ego, exposing the flaw.

But in that bleeding, there’s something divine,

the beauty of breaking and learning to climb.

So I breathe in this stillness, let judgment dissolve,

a puzzle in pieces, still learning to evolve.

And if tomorrow I stumble, that’s part of the song—

the rhythm of falling, then moving along.

[poemwav]

– Rupi Kaur

[compassionmattersmost]

Poem: Lost on the Wrong Planet

On this strange world, where I seem lost, alone,In realms unknown, I wander, not quite sure.The sky above feels distant, cold as stone,A foreign land, its ways I can’t endure. Each step I take, the ground feels out of place,As if I’ve strayed from where I should belong.In shadows cast, I search for some embrace,Yet find a path that’s fraught and ever long. The voices here speak languages…

[star-struck09]

I fear the sadness will consume me alive one day.

[echoesoftheinfinite]

Echoes of the Infinite, Faith in Love.

[shatterred-unvoiced-thoughts]

[histhoughtslately]

[babyboywilson]

~ starry

[kikinoir777]

Gaslight Glow

Your charisma ignited something within me— warmth and safety, something I'd never had. Love, I called it. But nothing lasts forever, not even a polished facade. You had me there— your glow a lie, a mask, a deceptive cloak. A flicker of cloaked anger creeping in with every word of disdain, fear taking hold in my mind. Each whispered doubt echoed louder, twisting the truth I once knew. Your words are barbed wire, tangling in my mind, leaving scars not even I can see. Unseen wounds whisper in the dark, shaping silhouettes into doubts. The mirror reflects a cloaked figure, cracks weaving lies through its fractured face. When I reach out, the mirror shatters into murmurs, each shard holding a different truth. Ghastly visions waver, dancing in the reflections of each broken fragment. Effortless whispers drift through my reflection, reshaping my reality. My soul’s light glimmers, about to dim. You’ve tried to snuff it out, deepening the darkness I fought so hard to crawl out of. But my soul’s light refuses to fade, flickering defiantly against the darkness you cast. But I endure— hope rising within me, evoking courage amidst your malevolent phantoms. I emerge from that darkness. I pick up a shard of that broken mirror. My soul shines through, radiating strength and resilience. Your influence begins to wither. Clarity deepens, truth taking root. I reclaim my narrative— verity anchoring the foundation I fought for. I stand unbroken, a warrior, shattering your facade and reclaiming truth.

[definegodliness]

16-10-2024

Introspectator

Course Through your veins; Spark between your synapses; From atom to subatomic particle to quark.

You — Self-evident as breathing; The less conceptualized, the better.

Smash the mirror of self-perception, and Drop the magnifying glass;

You don't have to be who you think you are.

--- 16-10-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[poemwav]

– Jackie Wang | from "The Crypt Seed"

[spiralsinshadows]

To be a sunrise

is to interrupt

to know the tone of Night

—his voice like a father

despairing the light—

and speak up

to open your eyes

— Nikola Sojka

[star-struck09]

I wish I could tell you everything I feel about you, but I fear my mouth has been glued shut by my fear.

[echoesoftheinfinite]

Save me, don’t you let me die in your arms,

Hold me, and place me close to our hearts,

Promise me, that you’ll never let me fall apart,

Stay with me, and never, ever depart.

[shatterred-unvoiced-thoughts]