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.
PAR
Poem Published
21st Nov 2024 10:54am
21st Nov 2024 10:54am
Underwater Hug
I see my ego, bold and wild,
getting involved with the world, deceived.
He boasts and brags,
feeds on praise, under the spotlight,
longs and remains.
With each triumph, his stature grows.
A cycle that flows infinitely.
Yet in the mirror I realize,
the fragile core that cannot deceive.
getting involved with the world, deceived.
He boasts and brags,
feeds on praise, under the spotlight,
longs and remains.
With each triumph, his stature grows.
A cycle that flows infinitely.
Yet in the mirror I realize,
the fragile core that cannot deceive.
#confessional
#identity
#mirror
#myself
#SelfReflection
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
15th Nov 2024 2:51pm
15th Nov 2024 2:51pm
Port 29
SNAP TO. And so his eyes opened like a shock,
Like a firebrand, and they were cat eyes in the dark.
They were cat's eyes, shiny and sharp.
So into them
The stars did fall
One by one,
Tumbling through the window.
Every night, the stars
Went sliding,
Their fine, wet little points along,
Humming like tiny radiators
Of slippery stars,
Spilling over the boy as a saraband does, but jagged and molten,
Slow and almost Spanishly,
Beating rhythmic time in triplicate fantasia…
“Wakey,...
Like a firebrand, and they were cat eyes in the dark.
They were cat's eyes, shiny and sharp.
So into them
The stars did fall
One by one,
Tumbling through the window.
Every night, the stars
Went sliding,
Their fine, wet little points along,
Humming like tiny radiators
Of slippery stars,
Spilling over the boy as a saraband does, but jagged and molten,
Slow and almost Spanishly,
Beating rhythmic time in triplicate fantasia…
“Wakey,...
#mirror
#universe
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1 Comment
oldmanG
Poem Published
27th Oct 2024 4:22am
27th Oct 2024 4:22am
I cry too much even
I cry too much even
When I don’t why and talk too much
But you won’t stop me from spreading
My Truth it’s my True even if you can’t see
Everything you’d imagine but it’s my dream
Can’t slip between the covers of my soul
I know just which way to go
Stand upon my demons and say
Stand down I can’t see them
They are blemishes of my life
But they don’t say who I Am
But I wear them like a badge of honor
Who I am and who I want to become
Step aside all the hate ...
When I don’t why and talk too much
But you won’t stop me from spreading
My Truth it’s my True even if you can’t see
Everything you’d imagine but it’s my dream
Can’t slip between the covers of my soul
I know just which way to go
Stand upon my demons and say
Stand down I can’t see them
They are blemishes of my life
But they don’t say who I Am
But I wear them like a badge of honor
Who I am and who I want to become
Step aside all the hate ...
#confessional
#mirror
#myself
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oldmanG
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 4:21am
25th Oct 2024 4:21am
Underneath
Bones on display
Skeletons in the closet
Heart on sleeve
Naked underneath
Skeletons in the closet
Heart on sleeve
Naked underneath
#confessional
#mirror
#myself
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oldmanG
Poem Published
23rd Oct 2024 5:37am
23rd Oct 2024 5:37am
Depth is Deep
Depth is deep
Depth is so deep
In the black water of my soul
Fathoming searching
Come up for air
Hold my breath
Deep in the black water of my soul
Bubbles reach the surface
My soul is underwater
Try to catch my breath
In the black water of my soul
Fight the demons
That hold me under
There is a kink in the
Black water of my soul
Forces pulling me under
In the black water of my soul
Spirit wants to break free
From the black water of my soul
...
Depth is so deep
In the black water of my soul
Fathoming searching
Come up for air
Hold my breath
Deep in the black water of my soul
Bubbles reach the surface
My soul is underwater
Try to catch my breath
In the black water of my soul
Fight the demons
That hold me under
There is a kink in the
Black water of my soul
Forces pulling me under
In the black water of my soul
Spirit wants to break free
From the black water of my soul
...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#mirror
#spiritual #water
#spiritual #water
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PAR
Poem Published
18th Oct 2024 1:26pm
18th Oct 2024 1:26pm
Man
Man, the softness of your presence
like rain that awakens the aroma of the earth.
Your essence penetrates deeply
in the roots of my soul, nourishing.
The days are adorned by your scrumptious joy
where every moment shared is a feast for the spirit.
You are the warmth of the sun on winter days
a beacon guiding through the darkness.
You dwell in me not as a guest
but as an integral part of who I am.
Your smiles echo in my memories
drawing serene landscapes in my thoughts.
You are the calm in the chaos, the gentle...
like rain that awakens the aroma of the earth.
Your essence penetrates deeply
in the roots of my soul, nourishing.
The days are adorned by your scrumptious joy
where every moment shared is a feast for the spirit.
You are the warmth of the sun on winter days
a beacon guiding through the darkness.
You dwell in me not as a guest
but as an integral part of who I am.
Your smiles echo in my memories
drawing serene landscapes in my thoughts.
You are the calm in the chaos, the gentle...
#husband
#love
#marriage
#men
#mirror
132 reads
10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
9th Oct 2024 6:43pm
9th Oct 2024 6:43pm
unmemories
I want you to be
my always, forever
not like in the photograph that doesn't exist
not like signing a card
just and simply mine
forever my always
not like remembering a photograph that doesn't exist
I want you to be, like this, always, for me, forever
like the sepia that replaces the blues
without a shadow of a doubt
like the scream bouncing off every wall
scandalously silent
I want you to be
my always, forever
my always, forever
not like in the photograph that doesn't exist
not like signing a card
just and simply mine
forever my always
not like remembering a photograph that doesn't exist
I want you to be, like this, always, for me, forever
like the sepia that replaces the blues
without a shadow of a doubt
like the scream bouncing off every wall
scandalously silent
I want you to be
my always, forever
#identity
#love
#memories
#mirror
#passion
82 reads
4 Comments
oldmanG
Poem Published
5th Oct 2024 5:00pm
5th Oct 2024 5:00pm
Escape Me
Escape Me
How do you runaway from something
When you don’t know what you’re running from
Deep in me somewhere in a dark crevice
Is something that I can’t face for that face is me
Down in the basement of my soul
The lights are out and I don’t have a flashlight
Stumble back up the stairs of my mind
Pages fall off a calendar the leaves turn gold
The seasons change but nothings changed in me
Groundhog Day again with no peace for my being
So how do I run away from myself
...
How do you runaway from something
When you don’t know what you’re running from
Deep in me somewhere in a dark crevice
Is something that I can’t face for that face is me
Down in the basement of my soul
The lights are out and I don’t have a flashlight
Stumble back up the stairs of my mind
Pages fall off a calendar the leaves turn gold
The seasons change but nothings changed in me
Groundhog Day again with no peace for my being
So how do I run away from myself
...
#confessional
#confusion
#emptiness
#mirror
#myself
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PAR
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2024 3:11pm
2nd Oct 2024 3:11pm
The Humid Despair of Forgotten Verses
Is there any problem with depoematizing the subject?
Is there a problem?
The problem is despairing in any poem!
So, there is a problem...
I want to touch the problem of the poem
in its most intimately humid parts.
Sometimes the problem is that we forget the poem.
The problem is that we forget the poem.
We forget the poem.
Forget the poem!
Is there a problem?
The problem is despairing in any poem!
So, there is a problem...
I want to touch the problem of the poem
in its most intimately humid parts.
Sometimes the problem is that we forget the poem.
The problem is that we forget the poem.
We forget the poem.
Forget the poem!
#art
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
73 reads
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oldmanG
Poem Published
29th Sep 2024 11:55pm
29th Sep 2024 11:55pm
Who(are you)
From my generation
To teenage wasteland
Can’t explain
Why but in yer gut
Boris the spider
On eminence front
Is it me for a moment
Playing pinball
Preaching like Jesus
Can you see the real me
As love reigns over me
Who are you sister disco
Guitar and pen
Says everything
Call the Bell Boy
Punk and Godfather
Here by the sea and sand
Tommy can you hear me
I know Who’s Next
Like the back of my hand
Behind blue eyes ...
To teenage wasteland
Can’t explain
Why but in yer gut
Boris the spider
On eminence front
Is it me for a moment
Playing pinball
Preaching like Jesus
Can you see the real me
As love reigns over me
Who are you sister disco
Guitar and pen
Says everything
Call the Bell Boy
Punk and Godfather
Here by the sea and sand
Tommy can you hear me
I know Who’s Next
Like the back of my hand
Behind blue eyes ...
#mirror
#music
#rebellion
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drone
Poem Published
23rd Sep 2024 8:24am
23rd Sep 2024 8:24am
Your Core
No matter
IF one is
High on the hog
Or low in the gutter
IF one trades
One of one's
Core Values
For something
You think you need
One has become
Currpted
A slow creeping virus
That will bring you
Down
To your new home
The Spiritual lands
Of the Dammed
Where those
Who stood their ground
Have Left
It is Said
IF one is
High on the hog
Or low in the gutter
IF one trades
One of one's
Core Values
For something
You think you need
One has become
Currpted
A slow creeping virus
That will bring you
Down
To your new home
The Spiritual lands
Of the Dammed
Where those
Who stood their ground
Have Left
It is Said
#FeelingLost
#identity
#mirror
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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missjem56
Poem Published
21st Sep 2024 11:15pm
21st Sep 2024 11:15pm
Mirror, Or Mirage?
I discovered a portal, in my flat
And didn't quite know, what to make of that
So i clambered through it, to another dimension
I had no clothes on, thought it best to mention
It was warm, and balmy, and quite weird
Especially when my Doppelganger appeared
She slowly approached me, and said "nice tits!"
I appreciated the compliment, but worried about all other bits
Did my bum look big in this, or was i knobbly kneed
My hair was a mess, i have to concede
Well we got talking, and remembering similar things
Of things that went pong,...
And didn't quite know, what to make of that
So i clambered through it, to another dimension
I had no clothes on, thought it best to mention
It was warm, and balmy, and quite weird
Especially when my Doppelganger appeared
She slowly approached me, and said "nice tits!"
I appreciated the compliment, but worried about all other bits
Did my bum look big in this, or was i knobbly kneed
My hair was a mess, i have to concede
Well we got talking, and remembering similar things
Of things that went pong,...
#mirror
#satirical
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery #SelfReflection
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