#reflectivepoetry poems

Emma 5d

It started with a girl—
Differently wired,
Her hands, her heart
Moved to rhythm the world didn't always catch.

As I watched her,
she loved,
and smiled
Simply as she was.

At first sight,
I am unable to comprehend—
Though uneasy,
Grateful still for life.

As I watch,
I traced her face with my eyes
Studied her closely.

I asked myself
about the questions
she asks herself.

I wonder—
If she says,
“Why can't I just be normal?”
If she whispers,
“I wish I could stand, I wish I could speak”
“Why must must I be differently-abled?"

I wonder if she questions her existence,
Measures her worth
Against the ordinary,
Against the ease
With which the world moves

Then I wonder—
What truly is normality.

It is jarring
that I, too, ask the same question.

And I weigh my own fate,
Against the ease of others,
and ask the same
“whys” or “what ifs.”

So if she is told she is less,
and if she asked to be normal,

Why should the so-ordinary
question the same fate
when our destinies
are completely different?

And I wonder—
Have we mistaken being normal,
or do we all carry the same question
even with our different fates?

Which is it?

Are we to be grateful either way,
or does one have the right to ask
while the other must be silenced?

They say those altered in form have it worse
than the ones who seem whole,
but I see her echo differently—
And in that echo,
She is whole.

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Odd Odyssey Poet Jul 17

Fault Lines & Fractions

Giving myself odd looks, while trying to even the score—
pointing out my faults like counting sins on abacuses.
Too many to tally, and every action I take I just hope
adds up to something. But I’m outnumbered by myself.

Feels like an inverted midnight— too heavy to be noon.
Doing the most, while barely praying at all— maybe
because doubt multiplies faster than faith settles.

Failures pile up like fractions with no common
denominator— just me, subtracting reasons to believe,
dividing purpose by disbelief, and hoping somehow
I’ll solve it all to find some peace.

Trying to count what I can still hold, not out-of-hand
habits or dust-covered promises. My Bible feels more
antique than answers— pages heavy with silence
until I wiped it off and saw… another layer still
hiding underneath. Like dusk, again. But this time,
I opened it— and let it open me.

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Odd Odyssey Poet Jul 6

The Meal I Never Got to Eat

It’s like you plan to feed yourself with time
but never take any seconds. And I swear —
you could hear me second-guessing
myself over a plate full of food for thought,
just trying to feed a little of my ego. And it takes
a while to finish expressing myself — so let me take
the express train on any passing train of thought.
Cos it’s a full course — learning how to be well fed
in a world where everyone’s trying to make bread
while praying for that daily bread.

A man does all that he can for himself, before he
even says Amen! And all men are expected
to have themselves in order — but never given
the time of day to order the meal that fills their worth.
Because most of that time gets spent spending on
somebody else’s worth.

And sometimes, I wonder if it’s really worth it at all.
There’s a man who regrets giving it all to a girl
who became somebody else’s girl…that sentiment,
doesn’t only apply to him giving his all to girls.

—He gave everything to a seemingly self-fulfilled
world! And that meal is always so cold...

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Odd Odyssey Poet Jun 16

What I Put Light On

Crowded foresight —
      thoughts stacked sky-high,
     cluttered windows of a dreaming mind.

              Out of mind,
           out of sight…
     yet somehow, I keep seeing
     the better days of my life
       skimming the edge
        of a hopeful smile.

                 That smile —
          soft, unspoken —
           given with time,
        drawn from deep thoughts
            folded in silence.

                    . . .

         Any life worth seeing —
       any better version of me —
    is shaped by what I’m willing
          to put light on.

               So I
            paint my
       foresight with
   fireflies  and  sunbeams,
     hoping the dark
          makes room
             for the
            light I
               keep.

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Lalit Kumar Feb 27

Palindrome Poetry

Evil is a name of a foeman, as I live.
Madam, in Eden, I'm Adam.
Was it a car or a cat I saw?
A man, a plan, a canal: Panama.

Never a foot too far, even.
No, sir, away! A papaya war is on.
Step on no pets.
A Toyota's a Toyota.

#palindromepoetry #wordplay #mirrorpoetry #reflectivepoetry #literarycreativity #symmetryinpoetry #funpoetry

Lalit Kumar Feb 27

Whispers of the Wind

Where does the sun go when night arrives?
It hides in dreams, painting golden skies.

Do fallen leaves miss the touch of trees?
They dance with the wind, wild and free.

Why do lovers whisper under the moon?
To keep their secrets wrapped in silver tune.

Does the ocean ever tire of the shore?
It returns each night, longing for more.

Will time erase the echoes of us?
No, love lingers in dust and dusk.

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