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
16th Apr 2025 7:07pm
16th Apr 2025 7:07pm
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
36 reads
6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 11:36am
16th Apr 2025 11:36am
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
46 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
16th Apr 2025 10:52am
16th Apr 2025 10:52am
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
43 reads
7 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
15th Apr 2025 10:31pm
15th Apr 2025 10:31pm
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
50 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
14th Apr 2025 10:16am
14th Apr 2025 10:16am
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
43 reads
4 Comments
CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 4:42am
7th Apr 2025 4:42am
Melt the Frost
Sometimes we lose our minds
Trapped between two walls colliding
Feels like you will be crushed
A war between two sides are fighting
Crash and burn just like a car
Explosion within, the world's on fire
A hose is needed to put it out
The situation is getting dire
We try to make it out
From the depths of hell below
Lost in an endless maze
Nowhere for you to go
Trapped beneath the waves
Held down by all your fear
Afraid you will lose it all
The devil will then appear
It's hard to find hope ...
Trapped between two walls colliding
Feels like you will be crushed
A war between two sides are fighting
Crash and burn just like a car
Explosion within, the world's on fire
A hose is needed to put it out
The situation is getting dire
We try to make it out
From the depths of hell below
Lost in an endless maze
Nowhere for you to go
Trapped beneath the waves
Held down by all your fear
Afraid you will lose it all
The devil will then appear
It's hard to find hope ...
#FeelingLost
#mirror
#SelfDiscovery
#SelfReflection
#TimeHeals
71 reads
0 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
6th Apr 2025 2:19pm
6th Apr 2025 2:19pm
A Sexist Pig Getting What He Deserves
Chris walked into the bathroom.
Saw a woman's reflection in the mirror.
That yawn became a scream.
Saw a woman's reflection in the mirror.
That yawn became a scream.
#fear
#fiction
#home
#mirror
#transgender
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0 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
4th Apr 2025 12:19pm
4th Apr 2025 12:19pm
The truth will unfold
Undeniably, shadows consume the sky.
Inescapably the stars dim and die.
Uncharacteristically, whispers turn to screams.
Disproportionately hope fractures dreams.
Incomprehensibly, the world twists to decay.
Unexceptionally time drifts away.
Individualistically, souls stand alone.
Irresponsibly they carve from stone.
Unintentionally, paths to ruin align.
Uncompromisingly darkness claims what’s mine.
Inescapably the stars dim and die.
Uncharacteristically, whispers turn to screams.
Disproportionately hope fractures dreams.
Incomprehensibly, the world twists to decay.
Unexceptionally time drifts away.
Individualistically, souls stand alone.
Irresponsibly they carve from stone.
Unintentionally, paths to ruin align.
Uncompromisingly darkness claims what’s mine.
#honesty
#LifeStruggles
#mirror
#philosophical
#TruthOfLife
68 reads
4 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
3rd Apr 2025 2:18pm
3rd Apr 2025 2:18pm
Question
Is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for
does a poem take away
does a poem fit like a glove to keep quiet
to erase the cold
to stay and stop the wind
to be free from searching for you
is a poem enough
does a poem reach
your ears with the wind
will it be, will it be, will it be
will it sit down to talk to you
will it talk without taking a seat
is it, is a poem enough
is it everything
is it almost everything
is it what you were waiting for ...
#anxiety
#mirror
#MyInspiration
#mystery
#WritingPoetry
77 reads
8 Comments
Green_Arrow
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 1:19pm
30th Mar 2025 1:19pm
Seeing The Voyeur
Candace stood before a mirror.
She disrobed before she saw Eric's reflection.
Candace turned around and smiled.
She disrobed before she saw Eric's reflection.
Candace turned around and smiled.
#fiction
#home
#lover
#mirror
#sex
140 reads
0 Comments
WillowsWhimsies
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 12:31pm
30th Mar 2025 12:31pm
shadow self
when night swallows our shadows
holding them hostage
returning them only in daylight
it's a reminder
half of what we are...
..is dark
all smiles under sun's rays
trying to hide the unwanted aspect
& there it is
plain as the nose on your face
following you everywhere
constantly changing shape
stretching & condensing
putting on weight
just trying to fit
into your falsely defined space
as you stuff it further down
lying to yourself...
more than anyone else
...
holding them hostage
returning them only in daylight
it's a reminder
half of what we are...
..is dark
all smiles under sun's rays
trying to hide the unwanted aspect
& there it is
plain as the nose on your face
following you everywhere
constantly changing shape
stretching & condensing
putting on weight
just trying to fit
into your falsely defined space
as you stuff it further down
lying to yourself...
more than anyone else
...
#honesty
#humankind
#inspirational #mirror
#inspirational #mirror
144 reads
8 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
24th Mar 2025 11:52pm
24th Mar 2025 11:52pm
Myth Haikus
Thoth
Scroll of stars unfolds,
wisdom flows through measured time.
Eye records it all.
Gilgamesh
Walls rise to the sky,
friendship forged, yet doomed to fade.
Mortals seek their name.
Tupã
Thunder splits the night,
roaring whispers through the storm.
Creation takes breath.
Amaterazu
Hidden in her cave,
sunlight fades, the world grows cold.
Hope draws her to dance.
Shango
Drums thunder the sky,
lightning splits the heavens wide. ...
Scroll of stars unfolds,
wisdom flows through measured time.
Eye records it all.
Gilgamesh
Walls rise to the sky,
friendship forged, yet doomed to fade.
Mortals seek their name.
Tupã
Thunder splits the night,
roaring whispers through the storm.
Creation takes breath.
Amaterazu
Hidden in her cave,
sunlight fades, the world grows cold.
Hope draws her to dance.
Shango
Drums thunder the sky,
lightning splits the heavens wide. ...
#culture
#mirror
#mythology
#religion
#tradition
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6 Comments
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