Mirror Poems
#mirror
Poems about mirrors and self reflection. Mirror poems, confronting what you see and feel when you look in the mirror. Here you'll find poems which use the humble mirror to explore concepts of vanity, identity, beauty, body image and self hatred.
mountains that move
the birds on the thresholds,
so dark,
on the edges of the house
picking through the leftovers.
their low-flying flights.
the hooting of birds
that leave the shadows
above us.
the ghostly white birds,
on the chest a red spot,
reciting damned poems.
repeated melodramas
every year that passes.
ungrateful migration.
mountains that move.
so dark,
on the edges of the house
picking through the leftovers.
their low-flying flights.
the hooting of birds
that leave the shadows
above us.
the ghostly white birds,
on the chest a red spot,
reciting damned poems.
repeated melodramas
every year that passes.
ungrateful migration.
mountains that move.
#birds
#clouds
#dark
#mirror
#sadness
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On the Lonely Island
On the volcanic island, lonely and wild,
whisper ancient secrets and the rocks,
like pages from an old book,
They keep stories that unfold over time.
The black stone shaped by the fire of the earth
It is my parchment, my inkwell, my pen.
With greedy fingers, I carve deep verses,
words that sound on the horizon.
The waves, silent accomplices,
they wash their verses on the black sand beach.
Every syllable, every rhyme, every sigh,
embedded in the memory of the island.
The birds, winged witnesses,
silence my words at sunrise....
whisper ancient secrets and the rocks,
like pages from an old book,
They keep stories that unfold over time.
The black stone shaped by the fire of the earth
It is my parchment, my inkwell, my pen.
With greedy fingers, I carve deep verses,
words that sound on the horizon.
The waves, silent accomplices,
they wash their verses on the black sand beach.
Every syllable, every rhyme, every sigh,
embedded in the memory of the island.
The birds, winged witnesses,
silence my words at sunrise....
#confessional
#mirror
#myself
#sadness
#WritingPoetry
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Realized What Happened To Him Last Night
Bo woke in a hotel.
He saw a woman in the mirror.
That UFO changed his sex.
He saw a woman in the mirror.
That UFO changed his sex.
#fiction
#mirror
#scifi
#sensual
#suffering
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Letter to the Martyr in the Eye of the Hurricane
In the scars you carry
I see the story of courage.
You are the altar where bravery is sacrificed,
where the soul rises in sacrifice.
Each wound is a verse, each mark, a poem.
The pain you endured is the ink that writes your epic.
Your hands, once firm, now trembling,
held the sword of justice.
Your eyes, once full of hope,
they saw the world break into pieces.
And still, you remain standing,
rising like a beacon in the darkness.
Martyr's body,
you are the silent testimony of the struggle.
Your veins are rivers...
I see the story of courage.
You are the altar where bravery is sacrificed,
where the soul rises in sacrifice.
Each wound is a verse, each mark, a poem.
The pain you endured is the ink that writes your epic.
Your hands, once firm, now trembling,
held the sword of justice.
Your eyes, once full of hope,
they saw the world break into pieces.
And still, you remain standing,
rising like a beacon in the darkness.
Martyr's body,
you are the silent testimony of the struggle.
Your veins are rivers...
#anxiety
#hope
#hurt
#mirror
#sacrifice
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Fractured Light
Vibrant rays of light are
Bouncing and beaming
Reflecting off of mirrors
It shows me what I’m seeking
Imperfections glued together
Over cracks that split across
Dividing up reflections
From once whole solid glass
Shards of glass are falling
I put the pieces back together
Seeing myself in every
Little splinter of mirror
What does the story tell?
How do the shards add up?
This story is fragmented
But I will never give up
One day I will be whole again
And I’ll see my true...
Bouncing and beaming
Reflecting off of mirrors
It shows me what I’m seeking
Imperfections glued together
Over cracks that split across
Dividing up reflections
From once whole solid glass
Shards of glass are falling
I put the pieces back together
Seeing myself in every
Little splinter of mirror
What does the story tell?
How do the shards add up?
This story is fragmented
But I will never give up
One day I will be whole again
And I’ll see my true...
#healing
#mirror
#NaPoWriMo2024
#PersonalGrowth
#SelfReflection
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You knew already
#alcohol
#jealousy
#mirror
#passion
#snow
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Stolen Haiku
Put his hand in his pocket
Couldn't buy the rose
Decided to steal her heart
Couldn't buy the rose
Decided to steal her heart
#emotional
#flowers
#love
#mirror
#rose
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Gunpowder
A season in hell
does not enable anyone
for that dream vacation
in Paradise...
Non-appreciators
forgive me, but
my Vodka, when
is not in circulation
in my organism
it's very quiet
in the freezer...
Drugs for what?
The truth is so harsh
in the morning, as much as
it was before falling asleep.
does not enable anyone
for that dream vacation
in Paradise...
Non-appreciators
forgive me, but
my Vodka, when
is not in circulation
in my organism
it's very quiet
in the freezer...
Drugs for what?
The truth is so harsh
in the morning, as much as
it was before falling asleep.
#alcohol
#honesty
#mirror
#myself
#philosophical
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The Looking Glass
I walk a familiar hall, to a claustrophobic velvet room
There she hangs upon a nail, and nothing else
The space is dark, but blurred outlines escape
She must hold bookshelves of memories
And pictures of the past
This antique looking glass
I dare not ask for a previous snapshot of myself.
.. I told her not to
Can’t you see her standing there?
A jailed little girl separated by nothing but a fragile frame
I don’t know her name
But I seem to mimic her
Or is she mimicking me?
A border of reality and reminiscence...
There she hangs upon a nail, and nothing else
The space is dark, but blurred outlines escape
She must hold bookshelves of memories
And pictures of the past
This antique looking glass
I dare not ask for a previous snapshot of myself.
.. I told her not to
Can’t you see her standing there?
A jailed little girl separated by nothing but a fragile frame
I don’t know her name
But I seem to mimic her
Or is she mimicking me?
A border of reality and reminiscence...
#childhood
#mirror
#SelfReflection
#denial
#NaPoWriMo2024
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REFLECTION (mid 1990's, Galveston Island, Texas)
look broadly at the big mirror
see the big picture reflected there
do you see and feel only darkness and fear
or do you feel and see love
joy hope beauty and wonder
looking back out at you instead
quick
look around
and behind the big mirror again
do you still see love
at some point the big mirror will break
shattering into a thousand other
individually reflective pieces
where you will still see and be left
with only yourself and the big picture
in your mind and quickened senses
and hopefully love
joy hope...
see the big picture reflected there
do you see and feel only darkness and fear
or do you feel and see love
joy hope beauty and wonder
looking back out at you instead
quick
look around
and behind the big mirror again
do you still see love
at some point the big mirror will break
shattering into a thousand other
individually reflective pieces
where you will still see and be left
with only yourself and the big picture
in your mind and quickened senses
and hopefully love
joy hope...
#spiritual
#mirror
#TruthOfLife
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Seconds away
I woke up with the feeling
of centipedes walking over me
I concluded that it was you, my love...
so I didn't open my eyes
I've let the slow shiver take over me
and it made me forget where fingers begin
or where the skin ends
that was you, my love, I concluded...
I think I fell asleep again
because I don't remember seeing you leave
I just remember you leaving
my skin missing you...
of centipedes walking over me
I concluded that it was you, my love...
so I didn't open my eyes
I've let the slow shiver take over me
and it made me forget where fingers begin
or where the skin ends
that was you, my love, I concluded...
I think I fell asleep again
because I don't remember seeing you leave
I just remember you leaving
my skin missing you...
#husband
#men
#mirror
#lover
#sensual
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mirrors
pull me in, hallucination
I see you vividly in my dreams
much more than just imagination
you give me life, you make me weep
longing, I reach for nothing tangible
sorrowed lullabies swirl around my mind
I believe I know much more than planned
you're ruined like me
you are nothing and everything
the epitome of my desire
slip through the mirror with me
the ocean is not the deepest water
there's a grave in me and I think you know
that love is not the safest harbor
I believe you know much more than planned ...
I see you vividly in my dreams
much more than just imagination
you give me life, you make me weep
longing, I reach for nothing tangible
sorrowed lullabies swirl around my mind
I believe I know much more than planned
you're ruined like me
you are nothing and everything
the epitome of my desire
slip through the mirror with me
the ocean is not the deepest water
there's a grave in me and I think you know
that love is not the safest harbor
I believe you know much more than planned ...
#depression
#dark
#mirror
#misunderstood
#vulnerability
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