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Mirror, mirror on the wall

Tyrant of Words
Canada 40awards
Joined 30th July 2020
Forum Posts: 831

Poetry Contest

You dared look straight in the mirror with that fierce look of yours....and it broke. Why did it break? What happened?
Can be funny or totally tragic. Can't wait to hear from you.

Poems to 50 lines preferred.

Thought Provoker
United States 10awards
Joined 4th May 2022
Forum Posts: 163

You Best Take a Good, Hard Look at Yourself in the Mirror!

Or I'll Break Your Ass Again!


Each dawn I yet look daggers at my cheeky, classless glass --
till shamed it breaks its habit crass of whistling at my ass.

Written by Jordan (D.O.C.)
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Tyrant of Words
Canada 40awards
Joined 30th July 2020
Forum Posts: 831

Mirror mirror on the wall

Mirror mirror on the wall
Why are you being so mean to me
While I do everything to please thee
Yet every day I walk in front of you
You crack a bit more at the edges
As if it strains you to see me go by
All nice and neat in my Sunday best
Even on a lousy work day

I must come to the conclusion that you do not one bit
With my clothes or my entourage agree
But what can I do, I must pay the bills
Otherwise the hoodlooms will get nasty
And my body will end up in the landfill.
Written by robert43041 (Viking)
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Fire of Insight
England 6awards
Joined 30th Sep 2022
Forum Posts: 139

My Mirror.

My Mirror faithfully reflects
then, having pondered shows aspects
of self unseen in other's eyes
ah, but then, my glass never lies.
I gaze into that scene within
with me without and looking in
wondering what might come to pass
it two were there seen, lad and lass.
I angle for another look
and find not self but Eastern Suq
no painting this, but moving frame
of Eastern Delight, of worldly fame.
At first in two dimensions seen
then glass, like water dripping clean
away, till all surrounds my sight
ear and nose with Eastern delight.
What magic this has my glass done
to place me under Eastern sun
my pallid features, winter clothes
amusing now, an Eastern beau?
Sound and clamour surround us both
buyers, sellers, bargainers loath
to pay full price, all uncouth joy
but dimly heard by girl, by boy.
Neither as yet far into teens
unburdened by unfulfilled dreams,
and each from each took proffered hand
in that far away, romantic land.
And I in thick knit trews and brogues      
amid ten thousand folk in robes
flowing cloaks and sandaled feet
many miles from Regent Street.
But I can feel the quickening blood
in calm acceptance where we stood
acknowledgment that each had found,
a twin soul on common ground.
We wandered quietly, hand in hand
at peace with each on desert sand,
and of the many stalls passed by
here, in frames, glass, for all to eye.
And there I saw its blackened back
hanging, twisting slow, that same crack
it slowly turns to show my face,
framed in frigid room, not market place.
In an instant it is all gone!
the torrid heat, the wail of song,
and at my back a freezing room,
reflecting silence to this loon.
With leaden heart but quick hand
I pack a bag for desert land
my only spur a reddened brow,
and eyes that mirrored, mirrored vows...
Written by Rew
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Twisted Dreamer
Joined 17th July 2012
Forum Posts: 17


My hair is knotted, shirt stained with blood.
I  can barely walk, I am lost in the pouring rain.
I have no where to go. I can barely see.
My nose is broken I am bruised from head to toe test after test, x-rays, and blood taken.
Doctor after doctor after doctor, I have cried for weeks my heart aches, the trust I once had has vanished, it is impossible to look at myself in the mirror, I am now disgusted by my own name I have nightmares and flashbacks, I am only seventeen, and I've truly feared for my own life. I had to give constant statements. Endless pictures were taken, at the time I looked my worst. The self-confidence I once had built is now shattered. Though it appears I  have healed, to the outside world, when I look in the mirror All I see is bruises, blood, and tears. I am raw.
I am cold. I know I am a beauty, but all I can see is a beast. I want my life back, but the constant reminder is there, everyone pulls me in a different direction to "cope", I have been to a literal hell on earth and back, now that I am the victim, now that I am me, can I look someone in the eye and say "Not guilty" with ease?
Written by Asani
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Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 38awards
Joined 1st Jan 2018
Forum Posts: 773

Split personality

Is presence seemed the norm
the morning welcomes, steamy
in its portrait blurred, it sees everything
passions breath from sensualities despot
 lies and treachery, pleasures gain
to touch of frost, the smiling grimace
for none can see the crack, highs and lows
for it divides the married hidden split
its fissures are a perfect match
filled with the grout of loneliness
persona with its light and black
but in reverse with a hidden crack
a cloud of condensation laid
which side, the cleft revealed today
Written by slipalong
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Tyrant of Words
United States 14awards
Joined 11th Aug 2012
Forum Posts: 2260

Broken images

Shattered pieces of the mirror on the ground
every piece forms a sound
of what I always wanted to be yet not
Screams of my past caused said destruction
loud from afar,  then soft whispers so near
that only I  only can hear
I catch a faint glance of myself
in the messy shards
these are images Id love to discard
Trying to put these scattered pieces back together
my fingers and soul blood-stained forever
I need to heal in order to see myself again...
Written by mysteriouslady
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Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 23rd Jan 2023
Forum Posts: 10


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