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
6th May 2025 1:37pm
6th May 2025 1:37pm
The Poet’s Tale
A poet sat,
a thought unfurled.
A poem waiting to shape the world.
With ink and dream,
a line took flight
spinning verses soft as night.
The poem hummed,
a gentle tune
swaying beneath the silver moon.
It spoke of love,
it spoke of fate,
It whispered truths
both small and great.
And in its words the poet found
a story turning, round and round.
For what is art but echoes bright,
reflections cast in golden light?
A poem sings, the poet hears
and writes again through...
a thought unfurled.
A poem waiting to shape the world.
With ink and dream,
a line took flight
spinning verses soft as night.
The poem hummed,
a gentle tune
swaying beneath the silver moon.
It spoke of love,
it spoke of fate,
It whispered truths
both small and great.
And in its words the poet found
a story turning, round and round.
For what is art but echoes bright,
reflections cast in golden light?
A poem sings, the poet hears
and writes again through...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#mirror
#myself #WritingPoetry
#myself #WritingPoetry
43 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
3rd May 2025 2:44pm
3rd May 2025 2:44pm
Verses Unbound
Poetry drifts,
a wayward tide, no walls to hold,
no need to hide.
Words take flight in fleeting song,
never right, never wrong.
A whisper soft, a thunder bold,
both are stories
being told.
No verse stands
above the rest
each a heart laid bare,
confessed.
So let them wander,
let them be,
shaped by thought,
by soul,
by freedom,
by faith.
No inverse stands
above the rest.
My legs are tired...
My wings are torn.
I am waiting to be...
a wayward tide, no walls to hold,
no need to hide.
Words take flight in fleeting song,
never right, never wrong.
A whisper soft, a thunder bold,
both are stories
being told.
No verse stands
above the rest
each a heart laid bare,
confessed.
So let them wander,
let them be,
shaped by thought,
by soul,
by freedom,
by faith.
No inverse stands
above the rest.
My legs are tired...
My wings are torn.
I am waiting to be...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
#mirror
#WritingPoetry
51 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
26th Apr 2025 2:37pm
26th Apr 2025 2:37pm
Drawing Clouds
A magic soul ascends, its flame untamed,
among the clouds that shift in heaven's gaze.
A phantom orchestra of whispers framed
where time dissolves in mystic swirling haze.
Each gaze unearths a tale, a tender thread,
from dragon scales to castles steeped in lore.
A fleeting kiss—a wish that’s softly said—
goodbye to dreams that anchor hearts no more.
A storm begins and streaks of silver bleed.
Revealing skies of tempest, cruel and vast.
Yet, still I trace the skies’ eternal creed.
The soul, now etched...
among the clouds that shift in heaven's gaze.
A phantom orchestra of whispers framed
where time dissolves in mystic swirling haze.
Each gaze unearths a tale, a tender thread,
from dragon scales to castles steeped in lore.
A fleeting kiss—a wish that’s softly said—
goodbye to dreams that anchor hearts no more.
A storm begins and streaks of silver bleed.
Revealing skies of tempest, cruel and vast.
Yet, still I trace the skies’ eternal creed.
The soul, now etched...
#clouds
#dragons
#mirror
#scary
#sky
112 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
25th Apr 2025 1:55pm
25th Apr 2025 1:55pm
December Roses
You were there in the middle of the roses,
like a dragon that doesn't speak any language,
as if a cat had eaten your tongue,
as if at all costs you wanted
to learn the language of flowers...
and all the roses smelled of blood
and all the air circulated in veins...
you were there in the middle
of the reddest of crimsons.
Not even the blue of your eyes
could compete with it.
Only the deep black of your dreams
had the nerve to disguise itself
as a thorn among so many roses.
like a dragon that doesn't speak any language,
as if a cat had eaten your tongue,
as if at all costs you wanted
to learn the language of flowers...
and all the roses smelled of blood
and all the air circulated in veins...
you were there in the middle
of the reddest of crimsons.
Not even the blue of your eyes
could compete with it.
Only the deep black of your dreams
had the nerve to disguise itself
as a thorn among so many roses.
#anxiety
#flowers
#mirror #rose
#mirror #rose
142 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Apr 2025 10:52pm
24th Apr 2025 10:52pm
Ancient as Hell
halberd, pan and brush
as in a typical garment
everything on the floor
made without function
function without effect
floor of little everything
clothing tied to threads
luxury, sword and bread
superspace lost in time
nebulae, galaxies, stars
preservative hyperboles
wise, those who are not
as in a typical garment
everything on the floor
made without function
function without effect
floor of little everything
clothing tied to threads
luxury, sword and bread
superspace lost in time
nebulae, galaxies, stars
preservative hyperboles
wise, those who are not
#flowers
#mirror
#rain
#universe
#wind
69 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
21st Apr 2025 4:24pm
21st Apr 2025 4:24pm
Pretend
Never try to know
what the eyes don't say
the air stops
the hands pretend
but never try
guessing what the eyes
do not say...
what the eyes don't say
the air stops
the hands pretend
but never try
guessing what the eyes
do not say...
#mirror
234 reads
4 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
19th Apr 2025 11:08am
19th Apr 2025 11:08am
While She's Looking At The Mirror
Caroline sees
herself looking
sexy in the blue
lace lingerie.
herself looking
sexy in the blue
lace lingerie.
#beauty
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#mirror
#seductive
87 reads
0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 8:07pm
16th Apr 2025 8:07pm
Cradle Stories
Step right up, the circus glows,
underneath the striped big top it shows.
Dancers twirl, the clowns all grin.
A roaring crowd, a world within.
But hush now, hush, the wind is strong,
something feels so very wrong.
The shadows stretch, the lights turn dim,
the merry tune sounds cracked and grim.
The tent it shivers, walls so tight,
a whisper crawls into the night.
And in the dark, with bated breath,
a voice calls out but nothing’s left.
So close your eyes, don’t make a sound,
the circus sleeps beneath...
underneath the striped big top it shows.
Dancers twirl, the clowns all grin.
A roaring crowd, a world within.
But hush now, hush, the wind is strong,
something feels so very wrong.
The shadows stretch, the lights turn dim,
the merry tune sounds cracked and grim.
The tent it shivers, walls so tight,
a whisper crawls into the night.
And in the dark, with bated breath,
a voice calls out but nothing’s left.
So close your eyes, don’t make a sound,
the circus sleeps beneath...
#LifeCycle
#mirror
77 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 12:36pm
16th Apr 2025 12:36pm
Putting a circus
Under canvas sky stretched tight
you walk the ghosts
you hum the prayers
you wait you wait the fall won't come
the sawdust whispers golden secrets.
Laughter curls then snaps like wire
sorrow grins and grins again you dance
you swallow fire and dust and time
the spotlight burns the hymn
is quiet but the roar it swallows you
it breathes you it sings you
you are the circus
you are the echo and still
and still you pray...
But now the wind howls
tearing at the seams
the tent shudders shadows...
you walk the ghosts
you hum the prayers
you wait you wait the fall won't come
the sawdust whispers golden secrets.
Laughter curls then snaps like wire
sorrow grins and grins again you dance
you swallow fire and dust and time
the spotlight burns the hymn
is quiet but the roar it swallows you
it breathes you it sings you
you are the circus
you are the echo and still
and still you pray...
But now the wind howls
tearing at the seams
the tent shudders shadows...
#mirror
71 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 11:52am
16th Apr 2025 11:52am
The day before tomorrow
After now, nothing will ever rise first,
nothing will ever step forward
before the weight of waiting.
The morning folds into itself,
time stretches thin.
A thread pulled tight between dusk
and the whisper of a new sun.
Washed in echoes of yesterday,
the day hesitates,
clocks blink in quiet rebellion,
hands circling but never arriving.
What is the first thing
when first has lost its meaning?
What is tomorrow
when today never quite lets go?
After now, the hours do not queue in order, ...
nothing will ever step forward
before the weight of waiting.
The morning folds into itself,
time stretches thin.
A thread pulled tight between dusk
and the whisper of a new sun.
Washed in echoes of yesterday,
the day hesitates,
clocks blink in quiet rebellion,
hands circling but never arriving.
What is the first thing
when first has lost its meaning?
What is tomorrow
when today never quite lets go?
After now, the hours do not queue in order, ...
#mirror
78 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 11:31pm
15th Apr 2025 11:31pm
A poem in bed
The sheets fold like paper,
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to...
soft against skin, heavy with dreams.
A book rests in open palms,
its spine breathing in the hush of midnight.
Words spill like ink across the quiet,
syllables curling into candlelight,
each line a bridge between waking
and the endless drift into thought.
The best poem waits in whispers,
threading itself through fingertips,
drawing the mind deeper
into the lull of imagined echoes.
The letters pulse, alive in their rhythm,
the room shrinking to...
#confessional
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#myself
#WritingPoetry
85 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 11:16am
14th Apr 2025 11:16am
Tame Machine
I've been there tomorrow.
Footsteps echo
all through the void.
Future whispers past.
I've been there tomorrow.
Scarlet dreams
through violet hues.
Hope bends in the light.
I've been there tomorrow.
Grease-stained dreams
and crispy fries.
Future tastes like snacks.
All through the void
and crispy fries.
Footsteps echo
all through the void.
Future whispers past.
I've been there tomorrow.
Scarlet dreams
through violet hues.
Hope bends in the light.
I've been there tomorrow.
Grease-stained dreams
and crispy fries.
Future tastes like snacks.
All through the void
and crispy fries.
#mirror
#rain
#rainbow
#silence
#strength
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4 Comments
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