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
20th Dec 2024 11:46am
20th Dec 2024 11:46am
About Her for Her and with Her
Her is her, in the quiet hours of dawn.
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there...
A whisper in the stillness, a breath of the morning air.
Her presence is a thread in the tapestry of time
weaving patterns of herself and fragments of others.
In the mirror, Her sees reflections,
not just one own, but countless faces.
Each gaze a story, each smile a secret,
Her identity shifts, dances, in the fluidity of moments.
Her walks the path of many,
one's steps echoing in the lives of others,
adopting roles, shedding skins, becoming more than one.
Yet in Her heart, there...
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#WritersBlock
#WritingPoetry
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14 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
20th Dec 2024 11:18am
20th Dec 2024 11:18am
Love fools with no lifeboats
Yes, it is foolish to love someone.
When the heart is exposed to risk
and reason, in the shadow, disappears,
into the nights when the soul suffers.
For a touch that never comes,
by a look that averts.
And yet there is a charm
in the foolishness of loving someone.
When the heart is exposed to risk
and reason, in the shadow, disappears,
into the nights when the soul suffers.
For a touch that never comes,
by a look that averts.
And yet there is a charm
in the foolishness of loving someone.
#dreams
#love
#mirror
#night
#passion
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10 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 1:36pm
17th Dec 2024 1:36pm
Apocalyptic
You inspired me, Keith:
The wind blows in arid, dry and desolate lands.
The soil cries out for life, but there are only silent shadows.
Deserts expand, swallowing forests in agony.
At the end of the world, only cold dust remains.
The wind blows in arid, dry and desolate lands.
The soil cries out for life, but there are only silent shadows.
Deserts expand, swallowing forests in agony.
At the end of the world, only cold dust remains.
#apocalypse
#earth
#environment
#mirror
#pollution
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11 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Dec 2024 11:51am
16th Dec 2024 11:51am
Quicksand
Two souls dance in grace and harmony
over the quicksand in the cold night.
Each step is a risk, a flirtation with the abyss,
in the back and forth of destiny
looking for the earthquake.
Eyes to eyes and the fear dissolves
while the treacherous earth beneath revolves.
Hands that hold on to a fragile link.
Dancing on uncertainty, challenging luck.
They move lightly in rhythm.
As if sand were sacred solid ground.
In every turn, an unspoken promise,
In a tight hug, salvation is blessed.
Below, the sand calls, in a...
over the quicksand in the cold night.
Each step is a risk, a flirtation with the abyss,
in the back and forth of destiny
looking for the earthquake.
Eyes to eyes and the fear dissolves
while the treacherous earth beneath revolves.
Hands that hold on to a fragile link.
Dancing on uncertainty, challenging luck.
They move lightly in rhythm.
As if sand were sacred solid ground.
In every turn, an unspoken promise,
In a tight hug, salvation is blessed.
Below, the sand calls, in a...
#dance
#dark
#dreams
#mirror
#nightmares
66 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 2:40pm
12th Dec 2024 2:40pm
One-way ticket...
Why should I care for the new year?
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
Another cycle of the same celestial dance
spiraling through familiar constellations.
Same faces in the same places,
their conversations a recitation of a well-worn script.
Why should I care for the new year?
When the clock's hands circle back
to touch the same numbers they brushed a moment ago.
And the calendar's pages, thin and brittle
fall like leaves from the same tree.
Why should I care for the new year...
When the same hues paint the dawn
and...
#fate
#karma
#luck
#mirror
#NewYear
76 reads
12 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 00:24am
29th Nov 2024 00:24am
Paranoid ergonomics...
Sporadically succinct.
Incomparably subjunctive.
Unsettling minimalism.
Unnecessary hyperbolic!
Sitting on the couch watching the news.
Hunger for cornflakes and porn movies.
Do we have the 70's back?
With what magnitude do I measure absence?
In degrees of lack, perhaps.
Incomparably subjunctive.
Unsettling minimalism.
Unnecessary hyperbolic!
Sitting on the couch watching the news.
Hunger for cornflakes and porn movies.
Do we have the 70's back?
With what magnitude do I measure absence?
In degrees of lack, perhaps.
#anxiety
#apathy
#dark
#mirror
#patience
57 reads
6 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 11:37pm
26th Nov 2024 11:37pm
Losing Myself
The only true image of me
Must surely be
The one that i see
In the mirror!
But these reflections
May not be
How others see me
Through perhaps
the median of photography
Or paintings of myself
Captured in a moment
then hung on a shelf
A clone could possibly be the same
Like a waxwork, with no name
As for changelings
or Doppelgangers
I may already be one!
In which case
Where has the original me gone?
by...
Must surely be
The one that i see
In the mirror!
But these reflections
May not be
How others see me
Through perhaps
the median of photography
Or paintings of myself
Captured in a moment
then hung on a shelf
A clone could possibly be the same
Like a waxwork, with no name
As for changelings
or Doppelgangers
I may already be one!
In which case
Where has the original me gone?
by...
#LifeAsAWriter
#mirror
#philosophical #SelfDiscovery
#philosophical #SelfDiscovery
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0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Nov 2024 10:33am
26th Nov 2024 10:33am
Baby Birds Bound
Beneath the black rainbow shadows hide
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
in the space where dreams and fears collide.
Balls and globes, spinning in the dark,
soap bubbles reflecting a fleeting spark.
A spectrum shrouded in an eerie hue.
Unseen colors in a night’s dew.
Not ready to fly, grounded wings,
bound by the weight of untold things.
In the silence echoes of tomorrow
wrapped in a cocoon of quiet sorrow.
The black rainbow, a solemn arc,
marking paths through the uncharted dark.
Fragile hopes like bubbles rise
yet fall back not...
#birds
#mirror
#tradition
#wind
#winter
54 reads
4 Comments
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
69 reads
10 Comments
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
6 reads
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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0 Comments
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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